Angela Claire's Tempting the CEO is a short story that
follows the new relationship between Angelina and Jed.
Lawyer Angelina O'Hare is in New York City for a business
deal for her client. She gets locked out of her hotel
room while getting ice....in nothing but her towel. Help
arrives in the form of the wickedly gorgeous man in the
penthouse next door.
Angelia reluctantly agrees to wait in Mr. Sexy's room for
help with her door. She ignores her usual buzz-kill
tendancies, and agrees to have a drink with him...after
she puts on clothes.
But thinks don't stop at just a drink. Angelina throws
caution to the wind and enjoys a night of hot sex with a
stranger. No names, no personal information, just
intense pleasure.
The next morning Angelina sneaks out, returning to her
normal life. However, New York City doesn't seem like it
is done with her yet. Her morning meeting is with Mr.
Sexy himself, CEO Jed Worth.
I really enjoyed Angela Claire's TEMPTING THE CEO.
Although it is only a short story, the reader
gets to experience their meeting and how their
relationship begins to blossom into something more
permanent. Angelina is witty and intelligent, while Jed
is successful, and funny, and both compliment each other
very nicely.
TEMPTING THE CEO is the first time I've read anything from
Angela
Claire, but I will certainly be looking for more from her
in the future.
Never mix business with one night of playful, sizzling
pleasure...
If lawyer Angie O'Hare needed another reason to hate New
York City, this would be it. Locked out of her room and
stranded in the hallway. Wearing only a towel. Lovely.
But
then, rescue arrives—in the form of the wickedly hot,
funny
guy in the penthouse next door. Angie is so relieved that
she ignores her usual buzz-kill tendencies, and agrees to
have a drink with Mr. Sexy Salvation...
But things don't stop at just a drink. Or even a hot
make-out session.
Cue one night of hot, ultra-x-rated sexy time. No names.
No
personal information. And the next morning, Angie sneaks
out, returning to her prim-and-proper life, every hair in
place. But New York City isn't done with Angie yet.
Because
her meeting that morning is with CEO Jed Worth... whose
bed
she did everything but sleep in last night! And Jed isn't
the sort of man to take “conflict of interest” as an
answer...A
Excerpt
It was Gorgeous Guy, in yet another well-tailored suit,
gray pinstripes this time, all red-power-tie and
everything. He looked perfectly well rested, even though
he’d been rocking my world all night, and I sported near-
bruises beneath my eyes to show how I’d spent the time in
his bed. Bob, with his apparent insensitivity to the
emotions of others, completely failed to notice the
immediate current of recognition between us, sitting down
at the head of the negotiating table as his usual flurry
of associates and underlings came in to assume their
positions.
Jed—I knew he couldn’t be a Fred—recovered first.
“Angelina, is it? Pleased to meet you.” He grinned and
pulled a chair out for me and I sat, opening my briefcase
and calmly gathering my drafts as he took the seat next
to me.
“Jed, you’re over here, next to me,” Bob said, indicating
a chair, and his client gave him a look that reminded him
he was the client without having to say it. “Or you could
stay right there. That’s fine.” Blowhard Bob backed down.
Jed Worth. I scrambled to remember what my secretary had
printed out for my background files about the CEO of
Worth Industries. All I could recall, though, was that he
was a little younger than thirty-five, a lot richer than
any guy had a right to be, and a hell of a lot smarter
than me or Bob or anybody else in this room for sure. He
had taken a dwindling fortune inherited from his
grandfather and turned it into a modern conglomerate,
computers mostly, but what they liked to call adaptable
these days. Jed Worth was one smart cookie.
But who knew he was so sexy? Why the hell hadn’t that
been in the bio information? Or maybe, like, a picture of
him?
I organized my papers in the appropriate order, last
drafts first, and took out a blank pad, resolutely
determined to ignore the complete and total awkwardness
of the situation. See, this was why I never did hookups.
That morning-after thing, possibly exacerbated by the “he
turns out to be the client on the other side” thing.
His breath against my cheek brought with it a kind of a
stress flashback to him moving above me and inside me,
but I realized he was only leaning forward to hand me a
pencil.
“This rolled off the table,” he said innocently.
I took the pencil without looking at him.
“So you do things the old-fashioned way, do you,
Angelina? May I call you Angelina?”
I ignored the request to use my first name—the big faker—
and concentrated on the old-fashioned comment. “I don’t
know what you mean.”
“Pencil and paper.”
I glanced at him.
“No typing your notes into a tablet?” he continued with a
nod of his head toward the troop of young associates who
were doing just that.
“No. And they’re probably just surfing the internet so
they don’t have to listen to Bob.”
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