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A DASH OF TEMPTATION.

Chapter 2 Two

Word Count: 1072    |    Released on: 28/12/2022

s to come, should have been a dream come true. He seemed to have everything a woman should want in a man. He was handsome, wealthy, char

... Bonnie thought and frowned

ting and different...but he wasn't to her, and she didn't quite understand why most of the ladies had their heads spinning over him.

ndmother, Bella Rimmer who had been one of the parental figures she had

immer International, mother of four sons, only two of whom had li

would solidify his business connections. Her grandmother never would have allowed it unless she was convinced it was what Bonnie wanted. But what she didn't un

duty. At least she had thought so until fifteen minu

erself. This wasn't her. Th

acket despite the strapless corset top. The sweeping, elegant tulle skirt with satin lining brushed against the floor. Embroidery, beads, rhinestones and appliqué added intricate patterns of perfection any bride would be thrilled with. Yet all Bonnie

ways had provided solace. It had been her grandmother's coping mechanism, as well, one Bella had embraced fully a few years before when she'd purc

ified with enough hair product to supply a salon. "Let go of your dress! It's getting wrinkled and you know that everything has to be p

a long, relieved breath. "I don'

rely a whisper. Bonnie cleared her t

nnie's shoulder. "Prince Marcus is a woman's dream come true...every womans

idn't meet her gaze. If anything, sh

etty enough picture and well established in the financial world, and oh, he was a prince too. Everyone seemed to keep re

an pay for and provide you with anything you could ever want

moment before Faith covered it, but i

e me anything. I already

"Let's head downstairs. Marcus and his groomsmen ar

ite roses into her hands. She followed her cousin out of the room to the windin

et the others," Faith told her. Referring to Bonn

bottom of the stairs. She fluffed up the veil a bit, tsked a

a choice, B

rest of her life. Married to a successful man, a man whose parties and appearances and professional successes would soon be hers, while her own dreams... Every ounce of warmth drained out o

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A DASH OF TEMPTATION.
A DASH OF TEMPTATION.
“"You are one stubborn lady, you know that?." His raspy tone sounded close to her ear, sending gooseflesh up her arms. And her emotions must have been closer to the surface than she'd wanted to admit, because she could feel the sting of tears behind her lids. Not wanting David to know how he affected her, she hid her face in his shoulder and tried a laugh. It sounded a little wobbly, but it was the best she could produce. "You hardly know me, David. And you already made it clear to me that you don't want to...i understand" He rocked her from side to side, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. "Well, you are making it difficult for me to stick to that" Bonnie squeezed herself closer, loving the solid feel of his chest against her cheek, the strength of his arms around her. She couldn't recall ever feeling so safe. "It wouldn't be so bad if you let yourself. Forget about whatever reason brought us together. Let go, and live in the moment" David groaned, and then his hand was beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Bonnie smiled, thinking he had a few more questions for her, when his mouth closed over hers and she couldn't think at all. ----------- Bonnie Rimmer is in danger, and David Stewart knows that it's all his fault. He had made more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker kidnapping the woman he was meant to protect is an entirely different matter. All of this could have been avoided if he had kept to one rule: don't protect anyone you want to screw. Don't get emotionally involved with your client. But with Bonnie, he's caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. The woman is way out of his league, but David wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in his hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she's at his complete mercy. She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose...”