Is it love? Or sabotage?
After a year of being ignored as a woman by her boss, Morgan steps up her game--and strips down. What better way than a miniskirt to capture her hardheaded boss's attention? The butt floss she can do without, but hey, if the ploy works...and it does, with spectacular results. Now if only she can keep him interested permanently.
Ridge can't believe it when the woman he's quietly lusted after for a year shows up dressed...or rather, undressed...to drop any man to his knees. Instead of worrying about winning a bid after losing the last two under strange circumstances, he whisks her to his place to demolish any notion she might have of changing her mind.
Then it becomes clear why his company is losing bids--there's a mole planted in their midst. Ridge suddenly has to question Morgan's sudden transformation from faithful P.A. to office vixen.
Is she the woman he's been waiting for? Or a corporate saboteur sent to take him down?
There are no customer reviews available at this time. Would you like to write a review?
June 02, 2008
Number of Print Pages*
Adobe DRM EPUB
* Number of eBook pages may differ. Click here for more information.
Excerpt from Between a Ridge and a Hard Place by Annmarie McKenna
He had to get her out of here now and dressed more, well, more...dressed. In sweats if need be. In his sweats. After a long romp between the sheets of his bed and another round in the shower. And perhaps a second go-round in the bed. Until they were both completely sated and ready to sleep for twelve hours. Then he would stuff her delectable body in his old workout sweats and keep her tucked away from the lewd eyes of all men everywhere.
He jumped from the chair, stormed around the desk and grabbed Morgan's elbow, leading her from the office. He wasn't going to get a damn thing done in his present state of mind. Carter would have to take over for the time being.
"Let's go," he snarled.
Another mouse-like squeak erupted from her lips as she was dragged away. Amy Lee, who'd appeared back at Morgan's desk, no doubt to continue taunting her, wrenched her head and audibly gasped as they rushed by. Morgan didn't even have the chance to gloat. Her clothes may not have turned Ridge on but they'd certainly gotten his notice.
"Where are we going?" In the ridiculous heels, she stumbled over the threshold and out onto the sidewalk. Ridge twisted in time to catch her against his hard chest, knocking the wind from her lungs. She had to grab something to balance herself, and the only thing handy was his shirt.
Staring at where her hands had landed--right on top of his incredible pecs--and unable to speak past the sudden rush of drool on her tongue, she nodded. Now was her chance. If she stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head just right and opened her mouth...
His arm burnt a path along the small of her back, crushing her to him, making the ridge of hardness at her abdomen very evident.
Her eyes widened. He had a hard-on. For her! Amy Lee was so going down.
"Can you walk now?" His chest vibrated beneath her fists.
His lips were perfect, his breath minty. The woodsy, manly aftershave he wore tickled her nose and his pulse thrummed at the base of his throat. She itched to lean in and sniff him right there, maybe give it a little lick before working her way up--
He lifted her gaze to his with a thumb under her chin. "I said, are you okay to walk?" The rumble was back, this time against her hardened nipples since he had her whole body squashed to his.
"Uh-huh." She licked her lips and fought to keep her eyes open when a tingle of heat slid through her belly and sizzled between her legs.
With a sharp nod, he grabbed her hand and started dragging again. Keeping up with him in the unfamiliar shoes was proving impossible. She stopped short, yanking him back since he still had a hold of her hand. A look of surprise crossed his face as she tore off the offensive heels.
Letting out a big breath, Morgan smiled. "Much better." She tried for cool and confident--absurd really, when she was standing on the sidewalk half-dressed and barefoot, being pulled by her gorgeous boss to who knew where. She didn't even want to imagine the attention the two of them were most likely drawing.
A quick peek revealed several people around them. A few curious as to her behavior, most others lost in their own world.
"What?" She jerked her gaze back to Ridge to find him staring at her feet. Wiggling her toes, she muttered, "Sorry. These things were killing me."
Ridge grunted then brought his steady regard of her feet up her legs and abdomen--pausing at her A plus breasts--until he reached her face. Her tummy flipped with the fire she saw glaring from his eyes. There was a predatory hunger in them that made her think he wanted to devour her whole. A sudden flutter of apprehension flitted through her system. She'd wanted him for so long, had dressed the way she had today with the full intention of garnering his attention, but now that she had it, Morgan wasn't one hundred percent positive she was ready for it.
Never had any man made her feel the way she did at this very second. Like her miniscule panties were going to combust if he didn't rip them off her and have his wicked way with her body.
"You were saying?" she finally rasped, perfectly willing to let him drag her off anywhere he wanted to.
"What I want to do to you doesn't require saying anything."