She's smoking hot...and his ex-partner's ex-wife.
Ridley Asher found herself unemployed. Jack Sterling needed an administrative assistant. No brainer, right?
Ridley became Sterling Motor's administrative assistant...and the object of Jack's desire. He had no idea the attraction was mutual.
After an indecent involving her ex-husband, they grow closer, both mentally and physically.
Little do they know, her ex has no intentions of letting her go.
Can they explore a life together even though she'd once belonged to someone else?
âThanks, Jack. I know this might be awkward for you,â Ridley Asher said. âYou never hung around us much.â
She had no idea. Jackâs libido went into overdrive every time heâd see her. Even in the presence of Dean Asher. Ridley was temptation with a capital T. Curvaceous, stunning, exotic. A manâs fantasy.
And his ex-partnerâs ex-wife.
âItâs no big deal, Ridley. You need a job and Sterling Motors needs an administrative assistant. You win, and I definitely win. Iâm organized when it comes to restoring cars, but I canât organize this business to save my life.â Heâd just walk around the shop with a raging woody for eight or so hours a day.
âUmm. Wha-what about Dean?â Her ocean-blue eyes searched Jackâs. A frown turned her full lips downward.
Her response bothered him. Ridley deserved to smile. âDean doesnât play into this. This is purely a business decision. You have the skill set I need and you understand the restoration process. You literally know the nuts and bolts of a job.â He leaned back in his beat-up leather desk chair, elbows on the arms, and steepled his fingers. âI will let Dean know I hired you. Just to avoid any surprises.â
She nodded. âFair enough,â she admitted, wringing her fingers. âI hope I donât put you in a bad situation, but I appreciate you hiring me. I canât believe the firm closed down. We were in the green every quarter I worked there.â
âIâm not sure, but their loss is my gain.â He rose from his chair, reaching his full height of six-feet-two. He leaned his head from side to side, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. âI know this is spur of the moment, but can you start today? Youâre already here.â
âI could, but I have Dozer with me.â
A brow rose. âDozer?â A large piece of construction equipment popped into his mind.
A soft smile graced her face, adding alluring beauty to an already exquisite face. âMy very large yellow Labrador retriever.â
He gave a mental eye roll. Dean had mentioned that she couldnât find a man so sheâd gotten a dog instead. Jack seriously doubted she had trouble finding men. His mechanics and metal workers stopped whatever they were doing and watched her walk to Jackâs office. A magnet had nothing on her.
âHeâs welcome here. Three of my men bring their dogs with them. My only rule is they have to wear a fire retardant vest when they are around sparks or blow torches.â
âAgain, fair enough.â She rose from the chair opposite Jackâs desk and maneuvered around the beat-up metal piece of furniture. She laid her hand on his arm and stood on her tiptoes. âThank you, Jack. Iâm glad Denny gave me the heads up on the job.â Her lips brushed his ever so softly, probably not to entice, but to show her gratitude.
Every nerve ending in Jack Sterlingâs body roared to life. She returned to her chair and leaned over to pick up her purse. Her jeans hugged her heart-shaped bottom to perfection. Erotic pictures filled his mind.
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LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy.
She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.