It Happened in L.A.
Ms. Match
Jo Leigh
Shockingly Sensual
Lori Wilde
Playmates
Crystal Green
Ms. Match
by
Excerpt
“Two rooms, please.”
“I’m sorry, sir. All we have available is a single room.”
Paul looked at Gwen. Then back at the reservation clerk. “We’ll take it.”
“Wait a minute.” Gwen pulled Paul back a bit from the desk. “We can’t sleep together…”
“Don’t worry,” he said, smiling before she had a chance to protest further. “You can have the bed.
I’ll take the chair.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be a perfect, uh…”
“Gentleman?”
He pointed at her. “Yes.”
Gwen wasn’t worried – not about Paul, at least. She was tired from all the drinks and dancing. And she lacked a toothbrush. But before Paul got the key, the nice reservation man handed him two baskets filled with all kinds of necessities. Everything they’d need to get through the night…
Including two shiny condom packets.
Jo Leigh has written more than forty novels since 1994. A triple RITA® Award finalist, she has contributed to many series, most recently Mills & Boon® Blaze®. Jo loves that she can write mysteries, suspense and comedies all under the Blaze banner, especially because the heart of each and every book is the love story.
Jo lives in Utah where she’s hard at work on her next book. You can chat with her at her website, www.joleigh.com, and don’t forget to check out her daily blog!
To Ryan, who (thankfully) knows his sports.
And no, he won’t be allowed to read this book
till he’s forty.
Contents
Chapter 1
THE COFFEE SHOP was crowded as always just before seven, a long line of men and women dressed in what passed for business clothes in Beverly Hills snaking through the small round tables and out the door. Paul Bennet considered skipping his bagel and heading straight to the office, but he’d only had a couple of Dodger Dogs last night for dinner and he didn’t like feeling hungry as he started his day. Not that kind of hungry at least.
Today would be a busy one. There was a new client on board, a television production company specializing in home improvement shows. They’d signed on to his public relations firm after being wooed by at least five other companies. But he’d done the final presentation pitch himself, and it had been a killer.
He bumped the arm of a young woman who glared up at him with fire in her eyes. The fire dimmed when he offered her a smile.
“Excuse me,” she said, a slight blush coming to her cheeks.
“No problem.”
She continued on her way and he silently urged the line to speed up. He could wait and ask Tina, his secretary, to order in, but she wouldn’t arrive till nine.
He liked to be the first in the office. In the quiet, he made his overseas and East Coast calls, went through his e-mail, did most of his real work. Once nine rolled around his day turned into a schmooze-fest. He shouldn’t complain. It was what he did best, the reason Bennet, Inc. was a success.
This morning, however, his first call would be to one Autumn Christopher.
