'Let me tell you about my trouble with men. Three things happen when they are in the lab. They fall in love with you, they want to bang you, and then when you tell them you're not interested, they start jerking off in the storage closet when they think you're not around. Now seriously…don't ever tell anyone I said that. It's just a joke and not already having won a Nobel Prize, I can't afford to get fired. However, these are the reasons that I never date anyone from work. In a scientific environment, it only messes things up. That's why I'm in this bar and that's why I'm entertaining the idea of spending the night with this particular guy. My two best friends in the world have seemingly turned into old ladies before their time which is why I'm here with my work associate and frenemy Eve Larose. Joy is a full time nanny and treats her client's kids as though they were her own. Vivian has become the de facto guardian angel of every hard luck case in the crumbling almost-a-slum building we rent a block from skid row. It's the down side of living in Manhattan, the only people who can afford to live in the kind of New York apartments you see on TV shows about the city , are the people who star in those TV shows. The rest of us would look more at home in a documentary about urban decay. Technically I'm Eve's boss, she's my lab assistant, but in reality this girl has no concept of hierarchy, respect, formality or propriety. And those are just some of the reasons I like her. She can be annoying, but never boring. "Incoming," she whispers in my ear. I follow her seductive eyes and immediately see what she's talking about. He's the kind of guy you dream about taking to bed. The best dressed hunk of male ass in the place, perfect hair but messed up just enough and underneath his well fitting suit you have to believe he's got a hard body toned to perfection. "He's too much in love with himself to even notice us," I say, exactly as he looks over and our eyes meet. His gaze lingers and for a moment it feels as though I can’t move, can't look away. Then, amazingly, I drop my gaze, like a high school nerd. But really, what's the alternative in that situation? A staring match? A nod, a wink and a smile? I'm not good at this pick up thing. Never have been, never will be. "He's coming over," Eve says. "No he's not." "Oh yes he is. Do you want him or is he mine?" "He's not a piece of meat." "Prime beef if you ask me." He's already halfway to us. "Quick lab-rat, what's it to be? Yours or mine." "Yours. You saw him first." She smacks my ass in a way that no PhD assistant should ever do to their boss. "I owe you one." "Got room for one more here?" His voice is velvet smooth and oozes confidence. "For one more like you? Always," Eve says, totally in her comfort zone. By the looks of it I'll be celebrating alone and going home early. The downside of going out with Eve; she can disappear at any moment and usually does. They stare into each others' eyes and have what appears to be an intense 'moment'. "You are so beautiful." "Oh please," I say under my breath, but who's paying attention to me? "Thanks. Wanna go outside?" "I'd love to. In fact, any other time I'd be on my knees begging you, but I need to speak to your friend." "Oh." "In private."'
Flawless is book two in the Billionaire Lovers series of romance, unexpected love and this time round, unexpected pregnancy as well. Hold on to your seat as Tyler pulls out all the stops to make Rachel his one and only.
Drew Sinclair writes hot and steamy romance and is an avid reader of all types of books. A Drew Sinclair contemporary romance is guaranteed to include a smouldering alpha male (or two) and a champagne, cork popping happy ending because that's how the world really is(or really should be :-)