In this scene, Prescott's slight distraction at the wheels on a sunny morning has altered his plans for the day.
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Teaser from Loitering Shadows
Prescott Vander-Scott had just been hit with the sexiest dark female
on a hospital bed. When he looked at the brown eyes that stared at him coyly,
he felt a strange emotion.
Strong sensations…similar to rippling electric shock raced through
him at lightning speed.
Even with the plaster at the side of her head, this woman looked
like a phenomenal dark-skinned princess. She half-smiled at him, and he
glimpsed snow white set of even teeth, that knocked the wind out of his lungs.
‘Mr. Presky Vander-Scott, I think she’s fully awake now and there
are no broken bones. I’ll be in consulting room two.’
Presky nodded his head.
‘Yes, thank you doc,’ he replied distractedly.
He’d forgotten the doctor was still standing beside him, while he
gazed lustfully at a woman he’d almost killed.
Take a rein on your wild
emotions Presky, he warned himself. This isn’t the
moment or place to start getting primal. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot
to another, as he realized that his bulge was threatening to burst through his
now too tight tailored trousers, that had been quiet comfortable when he’d worn
it that morning. Undoubtedly, he’d a notorious reputation of bedding every
blond in skirt.
‘Are you alright Traci-B?’ he asked, even as he fought to regain
control of his wild senses.
Tricia’s eyes fluttered open as she heard the rich
baritone voice.
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As Tricia looked into his deep ash-tone eyes, she was lost in
thought.
Who’s this gorgeous male?
If this is the price to pay to catch a glimpse of this gift to the
female specie, then, she’ll gladly have an accident again and again. She
couldn’t seem to string a logical sentence together. She opened her mouth to
tell the stranger again she was fine. If only he’ll stop looking at her with
those big, twin darkening eyes that
reminded her of cold ashes.
She wanted to kiss his lips.
But no words came out. She swallowed saliva. Why was she tongue-tied?
She wasn’t a virgin!
She’d double-dated a lot since Greg.
Oh, Greg Acton! That was a life time ago.
Greg paled into insignificance as she gawked again into the now
charcoal eyes of this light skinned, tall and handsome man called…?
What did the doctor call him? Mr. Presky Vander what? She couldn’t
recall his last name, because she’d only being half-listening. Presky?
What a sexy name! Where’s he from?
Tricia had many questions to ask this stranger. Is he married? She
looked discreetly at the fourth-finger of his left hand.
No wedding ring, thank God. But surely, he must have a girlfriend or
a fiancée waiting impatiently on the wings? How lucky she must be. Tricia felt
quick pangs of jealousy. She allowed her mind to drift…touching, feeling his
long fingers on her skin.
Jealous?
How could she be? A couple of hours ago, she didn’t even know this
man existed. It was a relief his fourth-finger had no wedding ring.
‘Traci-B, I really must leave you now. But I’ll be back before you know it.’ Smiling at her, he walked a few steps back from the bed before making a turn for the door. With his big hands on the door knob, he looked back at Tricia, winking sexily before silently shutting the door.
Tricia felt dizzy on the bed.
‘Traci-B, I really must leave you now. But I’ll be back before you know it.’ Smiling at her, he walked a few steps back from the bed before making a turn for the door. With his big hands on the door knob, he looked back at Tricia, winking sexily before silently shutting the door.
Tricia felt dizzy on the bed.
Copyright Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku 2014
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