Summer Reads: Wherever It Leads

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Summer is here and it’s time to find the PERFECT summer read! I definitely have one for you!

Smooth. Sexy. Irresistible.
Those qualities equal only one thing.
Big. Freaking. Trouble.

Meet Fenton Abbott in a taste of Wherever It Leads!

My pulse beats wildly, strumming nearly out of control. I’m in way over my head here and I’m starting to feel like I’m in quicksand. I’ve never been to a private dining room before; not even with Presley. But to do it on a first date? With Fenton?

Panic begins to swamp me, the magnitude of the moment hitting me full-on. My steps falter a bit as I step further inside the room.

Fenton is standing in front of the windows that line this room too. One hand is pressed against the glass, the other holding a phone to his ear. He looks in complete control, dominating, and it makes my mouth water.

His charcoal grey suit is stretched across his wide shoulders, his legs shoulder-width apart. It’s the sexiest thing I might have ever seen.

Lord help me when he turns around.

The door closes softly behind me. As if in slow motion, Fenton turns. The setting sun is to his back, almost like the universe is showcasing his splendor in case there was any doubt of his perfection.

He slips one hand in his pocket, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’ll call you later,” he says into the phone and puts it in his pocket too.

All I can do is take him in. He’s doing the same as his gaze caresses me from head to toe. Even from the other side of the room, I can feel him skirting my curves, skimming my jawline. It’s visual intercourse, if that’s even a thing, and I’m ready to climax.

The top button of his shirt is undone, his tie gone. A dark belt wraps his narrow waist, giving him a look of sophistication. His jaw has a spattering of stubble and I wonder what it would feel like beneath my fingers.

The energy in the room crackles as he draws near. My breathing is rapid-firing and I take a deep breath to try to sort it out before he reaches me. I fumble with what to say and what to do. I’m not the smoothest on dates anyway, but with this Adonis? God almighty. I don’t know him well enough to know how to even address him. Come to think of it, I know three things: his name, he’s gorgeous, and he currently holds all the power. And I’m ready to remove all of my clothing. So I guess that makes it four.

“How are you, Brynne?” I hear the words, but can’t help but feel that it’s his eyes that are really doing the talking. He’s focused solely on me. A circus could be performing on the rug across the room and I have a feeling he wouldn’t notice. And neither would I.

“Did you have any problems finding the restaurant?” he asks.

“No problems,” I all but whisper. I can’t find my voice. It’s probably off swooning somewhere right along with the rest of me.

“I was getting worried. You had ten minutes and I was calling you,” he smiles.

“Am I late?”

“Just a little.”

“Did you think I was standing you up?”

A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. “I was more worried something had happened.”

“Well, I’m here,” I blush at the sentiment. “And fine.”

He takes me in again, head-to-toe, his smirk deepening. “And beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I say, trying to look the part of a woman that should be here with him. A supermodel should be standing by him to complete the picture.

He heads to a table that I didn’t notice before. It’s in the corner of the room near a bay window with an unprecedented view of the waterline below. I follow him across the large room and he pulls out my chair and I sit.

The table is a small, dark wooden circle with numerous candles in varied sizes sitting in the center. It’s beautiful and romantic and so elegant that I have to pinch myself to believe it’s for me.

He sits as a knock raps on the door. A few seconds later, two impeccably-dressed servers slip inside. With just a nod, they place heated trays in front of us and fill our glasses with a deep red wine. I watch with amazement at their efficiency. They are almost gone before Fenton calls out.

“I’ll call if we need anything else,” he says.

The one girl turns and looks at Fenton. She does a quick read of his features before nodding. “Yes, sir.” And then they’re gone.

He lifts the lid in front of him and I follow suit. A small cut of steak, a lobster tail, and steamed vegetables are artfully arranged on a plate.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I ordered a variety,” he says.

“It looks fabulous.”

I watch him slice his steak, the way his entire body moves captivating me. He’s so intentional with everything he does. And when he looks up at me, I feel the same intent. He doesn’t just glance at you, he sees you. You know it. You feel it. It’s impossible not to acknowledge it.

I’m caught in the moment and am grateful when he breaks the silence.

“Did you have a good rest of your day?”

“I did,” I say, finding my footing. “Right after I made sure you didn’t tamper with anything in my phone.”

His hands pause mid-air until he realizes I’m joking. “Funny.”

“I wasn’t entirely kidding,” I laugh.

“Brynne, I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Unless, of course, you wanted me to.”

I gasp. My jaw hangs open for a split second before I can recover.

Fenton grins, a twinkle in his eye. “I’m only teasing. But I will admit to looking at a few of your photographs. It was only so I could identify you. Well, that was the reason at first. And then I realized how beautiful you are.”

“Thank you,” I say, still getting my wits about me. He’s throwing so much my way-compliments, overtones, insinuations-that it’s hard to stay focused. Even in the chaos, I feel a smile stretching across my cheeks. “I suppose I can live with that.”

“You did change your password, right?”

I bite my lip.

“For the love of God, change it. Or just hand it here and I’ll change it for you.” He quirks a brow and I can’t help but giggle.

“I bet you’d love that.”

“I can’t say I’d hate it,” he laughs. “But in all seriousness, do it. You don’t want some random person breaking into your information.”

“Someone random like … you?”

“I’m not a random person.” He watches my brows shoot to the ceiling and sighs. “Okay, I am kind of random in this situation. But I’m a responsible, trustworthy man. The world smiled at you when I found it and not some undersexed teenager.”

My cheeks flush and I take a sip of my wine to try to bide myself some time. He watches the glass lift to my lips, my tongue licking the moisture off them as I place the crystal back on the table.

“So,” I say, feeling brave, “It’s safe to assume you aren’t undersexed?”

His lips twitch and I wonder if he’s fighting a smile or a smirk. Either way, I struggle with my own to prevent them from lurching across the table and planting them on his.

“At this moment,” he grins, “I feel a little … needy.”

“No one likes a needy man.”

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