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New Excerpt! Loverboy | Sarina Bowen


โ˜…โ˜… ๐‚๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐’๐Ž๐Ž๐ โ˜…โ˜…

๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐๐Ž๐˜ ๐›๐ฒ: @sarina.bowen

๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ญ๐ž: Dec 1st

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Gunnar waits for my answer, watching me with hungry eyes. I take another sip of tart, fruity goodness and feel a rare looseness in my limbs, as if Iโ€™m limber enough to mold myself into the kind of woman who knows how to handle this moment. The possibility of Gunnar and me in bed stretched itself out around us.


Heโ€™s waiting for me to say something. Except that Iโ€™ve forgotten the question, let alone the answer. He gives me a smile, like he can read my thoughts. And then he lets me off the hook by glancing up at the TV screen to check the score. โ€œTell me,โ€ he says. โ€œWhere did you go just now?โ€


โ€œNowhere,โ€ I say quickly, chickening out. I take another deep gulp of my drink. I havenโ€™t had quite enough alcohol to nonchalantly ask Gunnar to come home with me tonight. I want to, though. Really. A lot. Heโ€™s just the right kind of playboy to get me out of my rut. It wonโ€™t mean anything to him. He wonโ€™t have any expectations.


And neither will I, of course. We have nothing in common.


Although lately I find myself appreciating Gunnar for much more than his very fine ass. Who could resist a guy who comes to work on time every day, and makes fabulous coffee for eight hours without complaint?


The old Gunnar would have teased me mercilessly and hidden the sugar cubes when he went on break. The new Gunnar keeps his head down and saves my overworked butt during every shift.


Sure, he still flirts mercilessly with the customers. But nobody is perfect. And Iโ€™m just jealous. Iโ€™d rather have those pale eyes trained on me.


They were, too, only a moment ago. But I blew it already. He was waiting for me to give him the green light, and I chickened out.


Thatโ€™s a theme with me.



๐๐‘๐„-๐Ž๐‘๐ƒ๐„๐‘ ๐‹๐ˆ๐๐Š:

https://shor.by/the-company


๐๐‹๐”๐‘๐:


๐‘บ๐’†๐’„๐’“๐’†๐’•๐’”, ๐’…๐’†๐’”๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’”, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’™๐’’๐’–๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’‘๐’Š๐’†. ๐‘ฐ๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’…๐’‚๐’šโ€™๐’” ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’š.


Growing up, I was the rough guy from the wrong neighborhood who couldnโ€™t catch a break. Posy was the pampered girl I tried to impress. But all she gave me was a single kiss before I had to skip town.

Now Iโ€™m back, and the tables are turned. Posy runs a struggling pie shop. Iโ€™m the VP of a secretive billion-dollar security company.

Not that I can tell her.

Thereโ€™s a murderer on the loose in New York, and he seems to spend a lot of time at Posyโ€™s shop. Itโ€™s my job to identify him before he can harm a hair on her pretty head.

Going undercover as Posyโ€™s new barista wasnโ€™t my idea. I donโ€™t even drink coffee. But now I have to call her โ€œboss,โ€ and do everything the curvy perfectionist asks of me. Iโ€™d forgotten how much we infuriate each other, and that she somehow fills me with both irritation and desire in the same breath.

Thereโ€™s nobody more skilled at stealth ops than me. I can bring this killer down. Right after I take a cold shower. And just as soon I figure out how to make a skinny peppermint latte with milk poured in the shape of a kitten...


๐‘ช๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป๐‘บ: ๐‘ท๐’‰๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“ ๐‘จ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’Š๐’‚๐’“, @wanderaguiar_photography

๐‘ซ๐’†๐’”๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ณ๐’† @byhangle


๐‘ด๐’๐’…๐’†๐’: ๐‘ฎ๐’“๐’Š๐’‡๐’‡๐’Š๐’ ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’”๐’š๐’•๐’‰ @griffin.forsyth.96


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