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© 2010, Melissa
Schroeder
Published by Whiskey Creek
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by Melissa Schroeder
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ON TRAINING by Melissa Schroeder
Joey couldn’t stand the man. She couldn’t
stand the way he talked. She definitely hated the way he dressed. She
loathed the way he always questioned her opinion. But nothing irritated
her more than the fact she wanted him in bed, preferably beneath her.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the object of her thoughts,
Heath Campbell. Even the quick look sent a shaft of heat spiraling
through her veins, warming her blood. He wasn’t her type at all,
but even just the thought of him would have her quivering with need.
It made no sense she’d be attracted to him. Even now, he was
irritating her and he wasn’t even conscious. From the moment
they found their seats, he’d stretched out in his beside her
on the plane and passed out within five minutes of taking off.
How he fit his six-foot-four-inch frame into the coach class seat,
let alone slept, she didn’t know. But there he slept, as if he
were floating on a cloud and he didn’t have a care in the world.
It irritated her that he could just collapse as if he didn’t
worry about how the week would go. Of course, he didn’t care,
as long as they got the job done. He wasn’t attracted to her…which
just pissed her off even more. Joey wasn’t used to a man ignoring
her, especially since she’d dreamed of him every night.
She wanted to wake him up, just so she could pick a fight with him.
It would at least give her some satisfaction…although it would
do nothing to ease the fine layer of sexual tension she’d been
fighting since she’d met Heath. A full week in Florida working
with him was going to suck, and not in a good way. When Liam had informed
her she would be working her first on-site consulting job, she’d
been so thrilled. Then, Liam dropped the bomb. Heath would be her trainer.
The man who was convinced she didn’t have a brain in her head.
She looked at him again and sighed. She needed to have some sex, get
the man off her mind. Finding a man usually wouldn’t be a problem.
Joey knew she was attractive. Almost six feet tall with a head of curly
blonde hair, and the legs of a Vegas showgirl made her irresistible
to most men. She usually had her pick of dates. It was just the fate
of good genes—thanks to her gorgeous mother. But any man who
had approached her in the last few months had left her cold, bored.
They didn’t even leave her with a small spark of interest. Any
time a man even showed a bit of interest in her, she couldn’t
help but think what it would be like to have Heath respond to her that
way.
She couldn’t help the small sigh of aggravation. She had to be
some kind of freak. Why would she fall for a man who had little to
no respect for her? Freak. That had to be the reason. Oh, he was attractive.
She glanced at him again. Very attractive. Okay, he was mouth-watering,
hormone-dancing fantasy.
Heath wasn’t one of her pretty boys, as Marlow called Joey’s
dates. Until Heath, Joey had been attracted to men who could easily
grace the cover of any male magazine. She liked them lean like swimmers,
and charming. Heath was neither of these. He was built like a linebacker
for the Dallas Cowboys. For the first time, she’d felt tiny next
to a man, and for good reason. Six foot four, chestnut brown hair and
hazel eyes that changed with his moods, he was a big-boned man with
a square jaw and a boorish personality. But every now and then, she
would see him smile. Just a small curve of his lips, and she melted
like ice cream on the pavement in July.
She frowned and looked out the window. At some point, she needed a
man. Because if she didn’t get one, she really didn’t want
to think of the consequences of going two months without sex and being
cooped up with Heath. It had been hard enough not to lean over and
take a big ol’ bite of him. It didn’t matter that she didn’t
like him, or that they were completely wrong for each other. All that
did matter was that every night she dreamed about him touching her,
undressing her, slipping inside her body…
Dammit, she had to stop. She rubbed her temples. They were all wrong
for each other. And since Marlow had married Liam, Joey had started
thinking about finding a man for more than a few laughs. Heath would
not be that man, and she needed to find someone she knew there might
be at least a chance of something else.
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