Worst Kept Secret

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55487-944-1

Page :91

Word Count :19225

Publication Date :2011-08-14

Series : #

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Available Formats : Worst Kept Secret (pdf) , Worst Kept Secret (prc) , Worst Kept Secret (epub) , Worst Kept Secret (mobi)

Category : Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55487-944-1

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Leoni Owens has a problem. She just lost a bet with her best friend and roommate Kate, and now Leoni has a night of girl on girl sex to look forward to, at a sleazy nightclub where anything sexual can and does happen. Leoni also still has a thing for her ex-boyfriend, who she left three months ago. Now she wants him back. But how?

Matthew Wheatley has got it going on, at least professionally. He’s part owner of a successful public relations company with his partner, Rob Lowe. Together they are the people to go to if you need a PR makeover. And when Rob sends Matt on a mission to find out what secrets the night club owner is hiding, Matt doesn’t mind, because it keeps him from thinking about the major personal failure of his life - Leoni Owens. That Matt still has a thing for Leoni is another worst kept secret.

So when these two bump into each other at the club, it’s no secret what happens next. But can they stay together this time?

I pulled into the garage, turned off the ignition, and went into the house.

As soon as I came inside from the garage, something felt…different. There was a breath of strange air in the room, like someone had been in here recently. I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter and slipped off my leather jacket. Then I went to kick back on the couch, watch TV, and wait for Leoni. Just as I was looking at the coffee table, it hit me. Her magazines were gone!

Heart pounding, I swiftly raced upstairs and ran down the short hall into the bedroom. I pulled open the dresser drawers first. No bras. No panties. None of her pajamas or sweats. I looked in my closet next. None of her suits were there. None of her dresses. None of her jeans or sweaters. No pumps. No boots. Finally, I looked in the bathroom. All of her things were gone! No more makeup, no more lotion.

She had left one thing behind. Her house key.