Making His Baby(184)
“I know. It’s very fortunate that it all worked out. Who knew owning Tiki On The Water could be that profitable.”
“I still can’t believe they were able to find the dirt bag who stole my father’s money.”
“And retrieve every penny. Thanks to the bartender at that bar, they were able to identify him and Nancy. And now he and Nancy are where they both belong, behind bars.”
“Everything is perfect.”
“I think I might be able to make it a little more perfect,” he says, disappearing into the house.
I furrow my eyebrows and wonder what little surprise he has in store. When he returns, his hands are behind his back. He stands in front of me, looking at me with a smile.
“What did you do?”
He pulls me out from the table and kneels in front of me.
“Maddie, ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew you were someone special. I knew I wanted you in my life that very moment. And now, I want to know if you will be in my life forever.”
He pulls a small box from behind his back and offers it to me. My mouth drops open and all I can do is stare at the little black velvet box. He opens it and a blue gem sparkles at me. “Marry me, Maddie. Make me the happiest man in paradise.”
I lose my breath and look at him through tears in my eyes. I nod, my mouth still open.
He grabs my hands and yanks me up out of my chair, tears escaping my eyes and running down my cheeks. He picks me up and twirls me around. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”
He sets me down and takes the ring from the box, sliding it on my finger, it fits perfectly, and kisses me again.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” I say. I feel like I’m floating in a dream. If so, I never want to wake up.
Inked Temptation
The newest model at our ad agency is more than six feet of pure muscle and coated in tattoos.
When my boss introduces my latest work project, my panties dissolve on the spot.
Not that I can touch him.
No matter how much I want him to fuck me, this is strictly professional.
I worked far too hard to get where I am to ruin it now.
I’ll just have to settle for looking at him.
From every angle I can.
*** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a smoking hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***
CHAPTER 1
PENELOPE
I am in my office and looking over the massive city of Chicago when my phone rings at my desk. I groan, knowing that it is more than likely my boss with some new campaign idea for me to toss around my head despite the fact that I’m already working on three at this moment. I suppose that is the blessing and the curse of being the best at Vincent and Price Advertising, a company that has been the best in the city for forty years. I’m lucky that I got the job right after graduation from the University of Chicago.
I turn to grab my phone as I sit down.
“Penelope James,” I say.
“Hey, Pen. Are you free? I have a new exciting campaign that I want to run by you before the clients arrive,” Marshall’s voice is as positive as always and I grin.
“I’ll be right there.”
I grab the coffee that I bought on the way in, much needed after spending most of the night on another campaign, and head across the seventh floor to Marshall’s office.
I can do this. I’m looking to rise quickly to the top here and hard work is a definite part of that plan. My heels click on the marble floor, black and high to match the gray-and-black wrap dress that I’m wearing today with my newly bobbed blonde hair in a sharp angle. I feel good dressed in my best and the new haircut is a boost to my otherwise low self-esteem after a nasty breakup last month.
I call hello to the people I know and tap on Marshall’s door, pushing the ajar door open after only a second.
“Marshall, what’s up?”
“Penelope, my advertising goddess. Sit down.” I know my face is pink from the praise as I shake my head and do just that, setting my coffee down on his desk.
“I don’t know about all that,” I murmur, looking across the desk. Marshall is only about forty-five-years old. He is the head of Vincent and Price, and my mentor. That is what I want for my future and I’m taking advantage of being just twenty-four with my high energy and little need for sleep while I can.
“I do. So, Lincoln Tires. You know them?” Marshall asks me.
I think for a moment. Big store on the corner that runs a lot of commercial ads both on television and radio though nothing ever stands out about them. I don’t know a lot about the company but guess that they’re successful enough. I nod.
“They want to up their ads.” Marshall continues. “Draw in more than just the man looking for a new set of tires. The owner, Norm Lincoln, has a son who he wants to use for an ad campaign. He thinks that it will call to moms and daughters, boosting sales.”