Story 3 in the Fated Mates, Inc. Series
Touching Chopper
Excerpt:
Sam steeled her nerves, knowing
she’d end up stumbling over her tongue if it was Chopper who’d just come
wandering into the office. She knew by the deep-voiced humming echoing through
the waiting room that it was indeed the biker. She watched Becky grin and then
wink before heading out the doorway. Sam tried to stop her friend. The impish
gleam in her eye let Sam know Beck was going to do something to embarrass her.
“Chopper. Dude. You’re looking
ripped. We were just talking about you.”
“Oh. We who?” Deep, sensual and
gritty. His voice dripped with southern charm and a touch of bad-boy attitude.
Becky continued and Sam could tell
she hadn’t gone too far from the door. “Samantha and I.”
His heavy riding boots made a
distinctive noise as he strode across the room and came ever closer to the
office.
Sam looked around for something to
keep her eyes focused on. Papers? No, that wouldn’t work. She didn’t want to
seem rude by not making eye contact, but his eyes were always so intense. They
held her captive each time she spoke to him.
“Hey, darlin’.”
God, his voice made her melt. She
peeked up and felt the creeping heat along her cheeks. Fuck. She couldn’t even look at him without blushing. It was good
that she had naturally darker skin and for once she’d worn her hair down. At
least the curtain of brown locks gave her something to hide behind.
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