Her Every Fantasy Excerpt

Kayla took a deep breath prior to walking into the conference room. She’d been rehearsing what she was going to say all day. All thoughts left her head as she entered the room. A lesser woman would have been intimidated by Dan and Trish Goodman’s glares or by Gary and Michelle Jones’ eye rolling and folded arms. Margaret and Tim Radcliffe were frowning, and Brigette Holbrock was fidgeting nervously. James Feldon overshadowed all of those distractions. He was standing in the corner of the room looking out of the window. The man was even sexier up close and personal. Every time she saw him, she fell harder for him. He could double for Orlando Bloom. He was tall and ruggedly built with thick, wavy black hair that she was dying to run her fingers through.

He had smooth, lightly tanned skin that was accentuated by straight white teeth, but it was his eyes that always captivated her. He had an angular face with eyes as blue as the sky, expressive light blue eyes that she could get lost in. She studied his face—high cheekbones, a straight nose, square jaw, and full lips. He had a mustache that connected to a goatee, and both were neatly trimmed. He was a well-groomed man. She liked men that took care in their appearance. His stance gave her the opportunity to follow his broad shoulders down to a lean and tapered waistline. He looked to stand at least four inches over six feet because she had to look up at him, something that was a rarity for her, considering she was just under six feet without shoes.

Simply put the man was sexy as hell, and he was definitely a heartbreaker.