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HANDSOME SCOUNDREL

An ambitious intern. A perfectionist executive. And a whole lot of name-calling. Discover the story of Emily Brown and Robert Ramirez - and just how they got under each other's skin. Emily Brown is intelligent, hardworking, and days away from finishing her MBA. She has a dream job at a top-tier consulting firm and a terrific apartment in New York City. The only problem? She doesn't like her boss, who happens to be a gorgeous, infuriating man. Robert Ramirez is blunt, demanding, and always gets what he wants. And what he wants is his brilliant assistant - Emily. She's excellent at her job and surpasses his every expectation. So why can't he stop thinking about her? When their friction reaches its boiling point, Robert and Emily are forced to confront their complicated feelings for each other, and the result is a deliciously erotic office romance that neither of them can resist. As they explore their mutual desire, they uncover secrets about themselves and their pasts and learn that love can be messy, complicated, and downright beautiful. Told in alternating perspectives between Emily and Robert, Handsome Scoundrel is a steamy, provocative, and thoroughly addictive novel that will leave you begging for more.

Rachelharris · Ciudad
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CHAPTER 51

Though he was correct, was it really so obvious? I'm not sure how to take it, to be honest.

Consider that a compliment. You are the most recent thing here. He turned to where Pete was coming back with my shots after clearing his throat. Why are you bringing so many sticky beverages on the dance floor, I ask?

"My pal just got engaged. We are having a ladies' night out.

You probably won't leave here with me, then.

I hard-blinked before hard-blinking once again. This direct advice made it clear that I was out of my element. I'm in over my head. "I . . . what? No."

"Pity."

"Are you serious? I just met you.

And I'm already feeling the want to eat you. Although he spoke gently, almost in a whisper, his words resounded in my brain like a cymbal crash. Even though I was unfamiliar with the idea of no-strings-attached sex, it was clear that he was, and when he gave me that look, I knew I had to follow him wherever he went.

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