Amanda firmly believes in keeping things strictly professional between herself and her coworkers, and seducing a man ten years her junior is the last thing on her mind when Cole suggests they finish up their work at her place. Cole has his own agenda, however, and she quickly discovers that she isn’t the hunter. She’s the prey.
First Published: 06/2004
Word Count: 29,516
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Rating: Erotica. Contains graphic, explicit sex, adult language and violence.
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2014
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Amanda Fitzgerald frowned, trying to focus on the court brief she had in her hands as her fellow assistant DA, Cole Macguire, sauntered through her office again. She’d been an assistant DA for years. She was used to working in an overcrowded office humming with activity and ordinarily she was able to filter out most of the activity around her and concentrate without a lot of trouble.
Today, it was different, but she wasn’t sure why.
Removing the hated glasses she’d started having to wear just to get her eyes to focus so she could read, she dropped them onto her desk and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Headache?" His voice was deep, husky and it tingled along her nerve endings like a mild jolt of electricity.
Her head snapped up and she blinked to focus on the man who’d spoken. "What?" she asked distractedly.
His dark brows rose slightly, his gaze assessing her in a way that made her uncomfortably aware of how small her office suddenly seemed.
"I’ve got a bottle of painkiller in my desk if you’ve got a headache."
She stared at him for a full minute before the comments finally sank in that he’d noticed her concentration was off. Or maybe he’d noticed she was massaging her eyes?
The surprising thing was that he’d noticed at all.
They worked in an office full of overworked people who had little or no life beyond their work. They were fortunate when they made it home in one piece at the end of the day without being hit by a semi-tractor trailer.
The most surprising thing, though, was that Cole had actually been paying enough attention to her to notice anything that might suggest she had a headache.
Actually, the most surprising thing was that he’d noticed and initiated a conversation.
She was about to tell him thanks, but no thanks, when it dawned on her that the throbbing she’d been trying to ignore actually was a headache. "Thanks, I’d appreciate that."
When he’d left, she simply stared at the open door.
Cole Macguire had been working in the office nearly a year and she was pretty sure that that was the longest ‘personal’ conversation she’d had with him. It said a lot for him that she even knew how long he’d been working in the office. With the exception of Cole Macguire, she seriously doubted if anybody in the office knew how long anyone else had been there.
There were a grand total of five women in the office, three secretaries and one other assistant DA like herself. She’d be willing to bet every single one of them knew to the day when Cole had first been introduced around as the newest assistant DA.
He was the office ‘baby’, not quite fresh out of college, because he’d come to them with an already impressive resume, but he was still shy of thirty.
He was an absolute heart stopper, however, and she doubted any female of any age was immune to the charm that went along with his dark, smoldering good looks. The vacuous looks the women in the office, who ranged in age from twenty two to fifty, had cast his way for the first six months he’d worked with them was a testament to that.
She wasn’t immune, and she’d never looked at a younger man with any interest at all in her entire life. As far back as she could remember, she’d had a taste for ‘older’ men. In her teens, that had been the older guys on campus, but she hadn’t actually dated anyone closer than five years older than her in years. She rather thought that was because she had no patience, had never had any forbearance, with immaturity, irresponsibility, or pure stupidity.
If she’d wanted a baby, she would’ve had one.
She qualified that thought. She did want a baby. She’d finally woken up to the fact that she was damned near too old to have one anymore, and the realization in itself was enough to make just about any woman panic, especially one like herself who’d been wanting a baby for years and kept putting it on hold for her career.
What she didn’t want was a baby that would never grow up, i.e. immature male that had to be babied forever.
She’d dated seniors when she was a freshman in high school, college men before she got to be a junior, and gone upwards from there. She’d been married, and divorced, three times before she’d finally given up on the whole concept. She’d never considered herself particularly pretty--although she did have a good figure and worked hard to keep it that way--but attracting men had never been a problem for her. She was a strong woman. She attracted two kinds of men; the ones who wanted the challenge of dominating a strong woman, and the ones that were looking for a mother. After three tries, she’d decided she just didn’t have the patience for a relationship.
She’d been single again for a whole two years.
Maybe, she thought as Cole strode into the room once more and her heart did a strange little flip flop, that was the problem… because that also meant she’d been celibate for two whole years.
Where had the time gone!
Talk about a suppressed libido! She was shocked and horrified when she realized she hadn’t had a piece of meat in that long.
And what a hell of a time to think about it with the office ‘too young for me’ hunk standing by her desk with his groin virtually eye level!
He caught her hand, to steady it, she supposed, as he tapped a dose from the bottle into her palm. She stared at the capsules as they dropped, trying not to think about the warm, tingly feeling running down her arm. "More?"
Ah the workings of the human mind when they had fire in their pants! She dismissed the images that flickered through her mind. "No! The regular dose will probably do me. I don’t take drugs."
To her surprise, he chuckled. It had roughly the same effect on her as his deep voice in general did, except double. It made her stomach clench.