Chapter 4
Erin Gilliard slid a tube of red lipstick across her mouth,theninspected her reflection in the compact mirror she’d retrieved from her purse. With her honey complexion, flawless features and lustrous mane of dark hair, she bore such a striking resemblance to Jayne Kennedy that she was often mistaken for the popular model.
Smiling at the thought, Erin fluffed her hair in the mirror, wanting to look her best for her man in case he showed up today.
She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment she’d begun to think of Stanton Wolf as her man. All she knew was that she’d wanted him from the moment she met him.
And who could really blame her?
With skin slathered in dark chocolate, piercing bedroom eyes, juicy lips and mountain-wide shoulders that would make any woman fantasize about being swept up in a fireman’s carry, Stan was a god. He’d sauntered into her life wearing his firefighter’s uniform, exuding so much testosterone and raw sex appeal that she’d had to cross her legs tightly under her desk. He’d paused at the door to offer a sheepish apology as he stamped the dust off his work boots before entering the room. When she’d heard that voice—that deep, dark, wicked voice—her panties had gotten embarrassingly wet.
From that moment on, she’d known she had to have him.
It didn’t matter that he had a wife and five children—five strappingsons, as if she needed any further proof of his overwhelming virility.
And it didn’t matter that, as a rule, she never mixed business with pleasure.
Nothing else mattered but her need to stake her claim to Stan.
And now, after three months of spending time with him and getting to know him better, she wassoclose to making him hers.
Erin admired her reflection another moment, then returned the compact mirror to her purse and leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smile on her face.
She couldn’twaitto see Stan again.
The sooner, the better.