Page 8 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

The scent of Clive Christian covered her as he eased into her personal space, towering over her. Determined to take her eyes off of his pectoral display pushing through that shirt, Carla lifted her eyes to him, her heart slamming in her chest at the magnificence of ebony skin.

That was it.

Her panties were wet.

Chapter Three

“Well, tonight just got interesting,” Jacob said, biting on that sexy lip of his.

Carla covered her chest with a hand and held on to the Sex on the Beach with the other. “Mr. Rose.” Her lashes fluttered as she took in the intensity of him. “I did not expect to see you here tonight.”

A sexy smirk curved at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m here most nights,bellissima. I own this club.”

Even though she’d figured that out, Carla was still surprised.

“I never saw that coming.”

He rubbed his chin. “Why’s that?”

“You just…,” Her eyes roamed over him, and a shiver slipped through her soul. “I didn’t think you were the type.”

His brows rose, but his smirk spread into a full gorgeous smile.

“You didn’t think I was the type to own a club?”

“Correct.”

“What type is that?”

Her eyes dropped down his body again, taking note of the Timberlands on his feet. Her pussy thumped. Jacob was a chameleon. A world-renowned architect by day and a night-club owner by night. Those endeavors were like night and day. A thought crossed her mind.

“Tell me, Mr. Rose, do you lead a double life?”

A laugh slipped from his beautiful mouth.

“No,bellissima, I’m afraid I don’t.”

She peered at him, unsure.

“Is that the type you think I am?”

She shrugged slowly and took a sip of her drink. The liquor went down cool but sizzled her internally.

“I think you think so.”

“I think you’re Bond. James Bond. Junior.” She cracked a smile as he laughed, watching him take his gaze over her carefully.

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you,” he said.

Her eyes lifted. “Is that so?”

Carla turned to her left side, arching her body, making her curves more prominent in the bandage dress. “Could it be my bodacious body in this fuck-me dress?” Her lips rose into a smile as his nostril flared.

Danger settled in his gaze if the way his pupils darkened and his jaw locked was any indication.

“Or maybe,” she turned back to face him, “It’s because it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other.” She shrugged, then sipped her Sex on the Beach.

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