Elmwood

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Evelyn Starr

ISBN :978-1-55487-206-0

Page :57

Word Count :14250

Publication Date :2010-08-24

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Elmwood (pdf) , Elmwood (prc) , Elmwood (mobi) , Elmwood (epub)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55487-206-0

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Pat Cahill finds herself in the arms of the one man she never thought she'd fall for...

Pat Cahill has enough to worry about. She's got a boss who's a proven skirt-chaser and crotch-grabber, an amusement park full of overexcited and troublemaking guests and an unexplained event involving the FBI, just for starters. So she doesn't need and certainly doesn't expect to find herself in the arms of the one man she'd never in a million years have imagined she'd find herself falling for. The owner of the park himself. But she is and she has, and where it will lead is anybody's guess!

Pat Cahill already had enough to keep her busy.

And now this.

Hands pressed flat to the top of her Second World War vintage desk, she circled warily to the left, never taking her gaze off the man who pursued her.

"Awww. C'mon, Patty baby." Herb Garlick had started to sweat inside his too loud and too mod orange polyester shirt. The way he always sweated when he got overexcited and oversexed. "You know you want what old Herbie bear's got to give you." Lunging, he changed direction abruptly and barely missed catching the hem of her skirt. By no more than an inch or two.

"I'm warning you, Mr. Garlick." Pat dodged expertly, thanks to long months of practice at the dodge-the-boss game. Herb came at her from the left, and she leaped nimbly to the right. "You stay away from me."

As she'd expected, her command had no discernable effect. Herb continued to pursue her, his muddy-gray eyes agleam with the unholy light of a self-proclaimed ladies' man on the make.

Her skirt was too short.

That was the problem. She should never have dared to wear it this short, even if shorter than the law would allow was all the fashion.

"It's Herbie, Patty. Haven't I told you time and time again that I want you to call me Herbie?"

"It's Pat, Mr. Garlick. Pat, not Patty." She dodged again. "And I don't think that would be such a good idea."

"Awww, baby," he coaxed, making another attempt. "You know you want me. You know we got chemistry, and you been wantin' what I got since the first day you sashayed your little tail in here in hopes of catching my eye."

"Mr. Garlick, I never..."

This time when he lunged, Herb actually snagged the back of her dress. Just for a second, just enough to make her worry he was about to tear it off. Or maybe use the leverage he'd gained to drag her to him.

Honestly. She didn't know which would be worse.

Naked, or Herb Garlick?
It seemed like a toss-up to her. A very, very evil and no-way-to-win toss-up.

Somehow, maybe because she was getting a little bit desperate and desperation was giving her strength, or maybe because 'Herbie bear' was grossly out of shape and growing tired, Pat managed to wriggle free without any real damage to either her dress or herself.

But she wasn't out of the woods yet.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Herb was closing in again. He was doing everything but stalk her now, the light in his eyes growing stronger. More determined. He was using his own special, expert skill to dodge and feint in a way that very effectively kept Pat from reaching the door.

"Mr. Garlick." He was sweating, and so was she. But where he was growing obviously breathless, panting in an open-mouthed and altogether disgusting way, Pat had the advantage. All kinds of advantage, from years of running track and playing softball in high school and college, all the way up to darned near making the Olympic team the last time around.

But she really wasn't out of the woods.

Not by a long shot.

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