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Charlotte Banks (Charlie) is newly graduated from college and working in public relations. She is given a case that is just a bit too close to the heart. Joey Carino is a rock god, but now with his life spinning out of control, it's up to Charlie to try and save his reputation with his record label and his fans. However, dealing with Joey means dealing with Matthew Johns, Joey's best friend and Charlie's worst nightmare.
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When the captain announced that we’d be deplaning in a few minutes, I started biting my lip nervously. Out of my seat, I grabbed my laptop bag from the compartment above and made my way to the front of the plane. I headed toward baggage and parking. For eleven in the morning, LAX was packed. It was one of the busiest airports in the world, but I guess it just took me by surprise that it was so busy on a Tuesday morning.
Before leaving the secured area, I stopped in the ladies room to check my appearance. Hair and makeup—check. Adding more lipstick and fluffing my hair—check. Black silk Elie Tahari suit looking somewhat impeccable—check. Awesome turquoise kitten heels—check.
As I stepped off the escalator, I searched for my driver. Of course, he or she was nowhere to be found. I was starting to pull out my phone when I saw Matthew casually leaning against a concrete pillar. His arms were folded across his broad chest, and I had a momentary lapse of…well, any thought.
Holy. Shit.
That was definitely not the boy I remembered from high school.
There was a languid look to him that had me absolutely mesmerized. I stopped in front of him, and he gave me a lazy, yet extremely sexy, smile. His auburn hair was messily styled, probably with some store brand gel. He wore a basic T-shirt in a drab green, but it looked good on him. He seemed to have filled out in the years that I hadn’t seen him. He wore a pair of relaxed, straight leg jeans with black Chucks. For an executive, his style was a bit too casual.
“Lotte!” he drawled, pulling me in for a surprise hug. I cringed as I always had at the horrible nickname he’d given me when I was fourteen. And Matthew and I were never touchy feely, so this was odd.
I looked up at him, noticing all the various changes in his face. He was a couple years older than me, so the crinkles around his eyes were a bit more pronounced. His tanned face looked bronzed but healthy. His eyes were still the color of the Mediterranean Sea. But his hair had darkened slightly into a reddish brown. He was model beautiful.
Damn…
I found myself being pulled into those pools of blue before his chuckle woke me up. I wasn’t sure if my mouth was propped wide open or if drool was dripping down the side, but I needed to get my hormones under control, and fast.
Clearing my throat, I said, “You know how much I hate that nickname, Matty.”
Matthew stood back and studied me for a minute. “Wow, Charlie, you’ve grown up.” His gaze started at my shoes and slowly traveled up my legs, my hips, over my chest, and finally landed on my face, when he gave me a brilliantly white smile. I felt my heart zing a little.
When the captain announced that we’d be deplaning in a few minutes, I started biting my lip nervously. Out of my seat, I grabbed my laptop bag from the compartment above and made my way to the front of the plane. I headed toward baggage and parking. For eleven in the morning, LAX was packed. It was one of the busiest airports in the world, but I guess it just took me by surprise that it was so busy on a Tuesday morning.
Before leaving the secured area, I stopped in the ladies room to check my appearance. Hair and makeup—check. Adding more lipstick and fluffing my hair—check. Black silk Elie Tahari suit looking somewhat impeccable—check. Awesome turquoise kitten heels—check.
As I stepped off the escalator, I searched for my driver. Of course, he or she was nowhere to be found. I was starting to pull out my phone when I saw Matthew casually leaning against a concrete pillar. His arms were folded across his broad chest, and I had a momentary lapse of…well, any thought.
Holy. Shit.
That was definitely not the boy I remembered from high school.
There was a languid look to him that had me absolutely mesmerized. I stopped in front of him, and he gave me a lazy, yet extremely sexy, smile. His auburn hair was messily styled, probably with some store brand gel. He wore a basic T-shirt in a drab green, but it looked good on him. He seemed to have filled out in the years that I hadn’t seen him. He wore a pair of relaxed, straight leg jeans with black Chucks. For an executive, his style was a bit too casual.
“Lotte!” he drawled, pulling me in for a surprise hug. I cringed as I always had at the horrible nickname he’d given me when I was fourteen. And Matthew and I were never touchy feely, so this was odd.
I looked up at him, noticing all the various changes in his face. He was a couple years older than me, so the crinkles around his eyes were a bit more pronounced. His tanned face looked bronzed but healthy. His eyes were still the color of the Mediterranean Sea. But his hair had darkened slightly into a reddish brown. He was model beautiful.
Damn…
I found myself being pulled into those pools of blue before his chuckle woke me up. I wasn’t sure if my mouth was propped wide open or if drool was dripping down the side, but I needed to get my hormones under control, and fast.
Clearing my throat, I said, “You know how much I hate that nickname, Matty.”
Matthew stood back and studied me for a minute. “Wow, Charlie, you’ve grown up.” His gaze started at my shoes and slowly traveled up my legs, my hips, over my chest, and finally landed on my face, when he gave me a brilliantly white smile. I felt my heart zing a little.
Laura Benson was born in 1968, during a year of terrible strife. She is a wife and the mother of two daughters, one stepson, and the grandmother of precocious 8- month old. With Two basset hounds and the Arizona dust, she can't seem to keep her floors clean. Her penchant for wine has gotten her into more than trouble than necessary. Especially when she is with her friends. Originally from Massachusetts, she made her way out west in 2013 and hasn't looked back. The lack of blizzards is big bonus to living in Arizona. She started as a blogger in 2008, attended many book conventions and author signings and is ready for this new part of her life.
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