CHAPTER ONE-2
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RAIF STOOD THERE IN disbelief. This was nothing like the mental picture he'd created of her. He expected a tall, willowy beauty with her nose held high in the air. Instead, Sarah Collins was more than generously curved, and in all the right places. His gaze dipped to the front of her white blouse and he felt an erection knock against his zipper. Her breasts were full and her n*****s tight. He realized it was probably the air-conditioning causing the erotic effect, but he didn't care and certainly appreciated the view.
Her pale blond hair and dove-gray eyes gave her an almost fragile look, but the hard set of her chin and pursed lips told him she could be a real b***h when she wanted to.
Common sense finally kicked in. Remember, she's the enemy. Keep your mind off your libido, get the papers signed, and get her out of here, pronto. Raif blinked back to reality. "You're Sarah?" He aimed for a tone of gruffness.
"Otherwise known as the wicked witch." She gave a flat smile.
Raif let out a little cough. "Seems you've already been talking to the boys." He turned back to his chore of putting tops on the sandwiches, not offering an apology for his remark.
When his task was finished, he turned around, leaned against the pink and blue counter that was chipped and pockmarked in several places, hooking his thumbs in the front belt loops of his jeans. He settled his expression into a mask of complete indifference. "So, you finally managed to make an appearance?" Remembering his manners, he offered her a seat at the yellow Formica table.
She took up one of the torn chairs and met his gaze straight on. "Well, I'm here now."
Raif didn't like the look he saw in those icy gray eyes.
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