“Lastly, Ms. Hughes,” he said, leaning forward on his forearms, his cufflinks tapping the wooden desk, and pinning me with a look of pure sexual dominance that rocked me straight to my core, “my name is on every contract that we implement.” His stare never wavered, not until his words hit home. He was the owner of this shindig. “Oh.” I blinked, shaking my head, feeling the heat returning to my cheeks and looking at my dad hoping he hadn’t witnessed his daughter’s arousal live and in high definition. He seemed too young to have such a successful business and too full of himself for it to be a non-profit. As though he’d been reading my erotic thoughts from the moment we’d met, he raised a single brow, focused the intensity of his gaze solely on me, and asked with his panty disintegrating timber of voice: “Now, how about you tell me how I can be of service to you?” Well, damn, that was a loaded question and I had a list-full of answers.
Eva LeNoir lives in France with her husband, two sons and the entire food chain in pets: From gerbils to cats and a dog. With a full-time job that pays the bills, she reserves all of her free time to doing what she loves most: Writing.
Eva likes teasing her husband that she should have married a billionaire so she could stay home and write all day. But then he makes her laugh at his silly antics and all dreams of lavish lifestyles evaporate from her mind. A softie at heart, Eva can be seen crying whenever anything emotional is on TV or the radio. Yes, even commercials. So, if ever you meet her, make sure to bring a box of tissues and a good episode of Grey’s Anatomy to witness the epic tear fest.
There are three things she believes unconditionally: Love really does conquer all, Humans are still inherently good and Wine and Cheese will solve all the problems of the world.