My heroine, Mariah was voted “most likely to succeed” in everything; except romance. Throughout high school she was always on the outside looking in. She withdrew into a world of design and high fashion. She received an interesting counter offer to a business proposal. Edward Mason wants her to marry his son in exchange for backing her new business.
Travis Williams is a self-made success. However, when an old college enemy unexpectedly calls in a loan, he is forced to turn to his father for help. Help comes. But...with strings attached.
Travis grabbed a towel as he finished the last repetitions on his bench press. When his muscles protested violentlyhe realized he'd probably overdone it. He snatched a V-8 from the fully stocked fridgein his training room. Pausing a minute, he laid the ice-cold beverage on his forehead.
He usually felt much less stressed after a
good workout. Today, fortunately, was no exception. Absent-mindedly he attempted a
few "he-man" poses in front of the full lengthmirrors on the wall. His eighteen inch
biceps glistened with sweat and his six-pack abs rippled as he posed.
“Thank God it’s Friday.”
All of a sudden a picture of Jessica popped into his head.
"Please don't let today be Friday." He quickly checked the calendar to find that
indeed it was. He glanced hesitantly at the clock. The clock face glared at him mockingly.
"Eight-fifteen, she's going to kill me.'" A couple of quick strides took him to the bar
where he snatched up the phone receiver and saw six messages were waiting. Jessica's honey smooth voice came over the line.
"Hi, Babe, don't forget, my parents will be here at seven-thirty. I know it's just six-fifteen but I’m getting a little nervous. I’m sure you’re probably in the shower but I wanted you to know I have something special planned for later. A little hint, it includes chocolate pudding and strawberries."
The next message was at six fifty-five, still honeyed but a little salt edging in.
"You must be on your way. This is the third time they've traveled from
Suffice it to say that by the time Jessica left message number six her tone had
become strident. The last message ended with a threat to his manhood by way of a steak knife.
He thought of hopping in a quick shower and heading over but the thought of
a knife wielding Jessica changed his mind.
How in the world had he gotten himself into
this?
This morning he’d started out with an extremely profitable company and a beautiful companion. Now it looked like he had lost both in less than twenty-fourhours. To make matters worse, his future rested in Edward Mason’s hands. God help him.