MANWHORE
+ 1 by Katy Evans
EXCERPT
FOUR
WEEKS
I’ve
never been so hopeful as when I board the pristine glass elevator at
the M4 corporate building. A handful of employees ride along with me,
murmuring perfunctory greetings to each other and to me. I think my
mouth must be on vacation because I can’t seem to force it to
speak. But I smile in reply—my smile nervous, nervous but hopeful,
definitely hopeful. My riding companions step out on their floors one
by one until I’m alone, riding up to the executive floor on my own.
Toward
him.
Toward the
man I love.
My body is
raging. My blood is pumping—my blood is storming—my
thighs are shaking. My stomach feels filled with little earthquakes
that just won’t quit, then they turn into a full-fledged roil when
I hear the elevator ting
at his floor.
Stepping
out, I’m in corporate nirvana, surrounded by sleek chrome and
pristine glass, marble and limestone floors. But I hardly have eyes
for anything except the tall and imposing frosted glass doors at the
far end of the room.
Framing
those doors to each side is a pair of sleek designer desks, for a
total of four.
Behind
these desks are four women in identical black-and-white suits,
sitting behind their gleaming dark-oak desks, working quietly behind
their flat-screen computers.
One of
them, the forty-year-old Catherine H. Ulysses—right hand of the man
who owns every inch of this building—stops what she’s doing when
she sees me. She arches her brow, then seems both tense and relieved
as she lifts the receiver on her desk and murmurs my name into it.
I. Am.
Not. Breathing.
But
Catherine doesn’t miss a beat as she motions me toward the huge
frosted doors—those intimidating doors—that lead into the lair of
the most powerful man in Chicago.
The human
being with the most powerful effect on me.
This is
what I’ve been waiting for, for four weeks. This is what I wanted
when I left a thousand messages on his phones and what I wanted when
I wrote a thousand others that I left unsent. To see him.
For him to
want to see me.
But as I
force myself to step forward, I don’t even know if I’ll have the
strength to stand before him and look him in the eye after what I
did.
I’m
wracked so hard with nervousness and anticipation and hope—yes
hope, small but bright, even as I shake like a leaf.
Catherine
holds the door open, and I struggle to hold my head high and walk
into his office.
Two steps
inside I hear the swoosh
of the glass door shutting behind me and my systems halt at the
familiar sight of the most beautiful office I’ve ever been in.
His office
is all vast marble and chrome, twelve-foot ceilings, and endless
floor-to-ceiling windows.
And there
he is. The center of its axis. The center of my world.
He’s
pacing by the window, speaking into a headset in a low, low voice—the
kind he uses when he’s pissed. All I can make out are the words
have
to be dead to let her fall into his clutches …
He hangs
up, and as if he feels me in the room, he turns his head. His eyes
flare when he sees me. His green eyes.
His
achingly familiar, beautiful green eyes.
He
inhales, very slowly, his chest expanding, his hands curling a little
at his sides as he looks at me.
I look
back at him.
Malcolm
Kyle Preston Logan Saint.
I just
walked into the eye of the most powerful storm of my life. No. Not a
storm. A hurricane.
Four
weeks, I haven’t seen him. And he still looks exactly as I
remember. Larger than life, and more irresistible than ever.
His
striking face is perfectly shaven today, and his sensual lips look so
achingly full I can almost feel them against mine. Six-feet-plus of
perfectly controlled male power stand before me, in a perfect black
suit and a killer tie. He’s the very devil in Armani; strong-boned,
square-jawed, gleaming dark hair and those penetrating eyes.
He’s got
the best eyes.
They
twinkle mercilessly when he teases me, and when he doesn’t tease
me, they’re mysterious and unreadable, assessing and intelligent,
keeping me guessing about his thoughts.
But I had
forgotten how cold those eyes used to be. Green arctic ice looks back
at me now. Every fleck of ice in those eyes gleaming like diamond
shards.
He
clenches his jaw and tosses the headset aside.
He
looks as approachable as a wall, his shoulders stretching his white
shirt, which clings to his skin like a groupie. But I know he’s not
a wall; I’ve never wanted to throw myself at a wall like this.
He’s
walking towards me. Every step he takes makes my heart pound as he
moves with that quiet and confident own-the-world stride of his.
He stops a
few feet away and shoves his hands into his pants pockets; and he
seems so big all of a sudden, and he smells so utterly good.
I drop my eyes to his tie as the little candle of hope I walked in
with starts to flicker with doubt.
For
every sin there is a sinner!
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Blurb
The
unexpected love story that began in MANWHORE continues heating up the
pages in MANWHORE +1 by New York Times bestselling author Katy
Evans...
Billionaire
playboy? Check.
Ruthless
businessman? Check.
Absolutely
sinful? Check.
Malcolm
Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was
supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.
I
intended to reveal him, his secrets, his lifestyle--not let him
reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing
could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard.
Malcolm
Saint is absolute Sin, and I've become a hopeless Sinner.
Now
that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me--something
unexpected--and I want this wicked playboy's heart. But how can I
prove to the man who trusts no one that I'm worthy of becoming his
plus one?
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