Roadside
Service
by
B.L. Wilde
Cover Design by Jo
Matthews
Genre: Erotica
Scheduled Release:
September 27, 2013
Summary:
When
fate brings you face-to-face with what your heart desires, how can you ignore
it?
Violet
Weathers, the world’s top supermodel, is in Omaha, Nebraska for two weeks
shooting a campaign for a new skincare line that she’s the fresh new face of.
When her car breaks down on the way to
the hotel, she is rescued by a hot mechanic who just might make her stay in
Omaha more bearable.
Excerpt:
By nine
o’clock, I had given up hope that Blake would show. He wasn’t even willing to
hear me out and I was furious! I couldn’t go and find him, either, because I
had no idea where he lived. Fine! If that was how he wanted to be, I wouldn’t
waste any more time thinking about him…or about his lips, fingers, or amazing
body…damn it!
I decided a
hot shower would help to calm my nerves, and it did a little. I wanted to order
a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream, but Allie would kill me because I had the
shoot tomorrow.
I was lying on
my bed, watching a silly old movie and eating a grilled chicken salad a few
hours later when I heard someone knock on my door. Blake wouldn’t dare turn up
this late, would he?
After wrapping my robe tightly around my body, I looked through the
peephole to see who it was. That jerk! Blake was
standing outside, running his hands through his hair nervously. I threw open
the door, livid that he had the gall to show up more than three hours after he
said he would. “You’re a little late, aren’t you?” I seethed.
“Violet, look,
I’m sorry. Something came up.”
“And you
didn’t think to call me?”
“I had to go
out on an emergency call and my phone died. I came as quick as I could.” Damn,
now I felt like crap. Blake did look a little flustered.
“Oh,” I
squirmed, feeling like a complete idiot.
“It happens
from time to time. Drew had already asked for the night off to take Sarah out,
and well…I got the request just as I was about to come and see you. I thought I
could call you, but then I noticed my phone had died. I really am sorry,
Violet.”
“Have you
eaten?” I asked, widening my door so he could come in. “I just ordered room
service. You’re welcome to help yourself.”
“No. I’m
starving, actually,” Blake smirked. He would have drenched my panties with his
look alone, if I’d been wearing any.
I sat watching
him eat my leftover salad. It was lucky I hadn’t eaten all of the bread because
he quickly finished that off, too; Damn, Blake really was hungry.
“Wow, you
weren’t joking about being starving, were you?” I chuckled. “I can order
something else if you’re still hungry.”
“That was
fine, Violet,” Blake smiled, reaching out to gently stroke my cheek. “Thank
you.”
“I have a
fully stocked mini bar, too.”
“The perks of
being a famous supermodel, huh?” he teased, raising his perfect eyebrow.
“I guess so,”
I giggled, getting up. “What do you want? A beer?”
“Sounds good.”
We made small
talk for a little while and Blake told me about his day before I filled him in
on mine.
“What?” I
asked when he laughed at me.
“Can’t you see
how different our lives are? I’m telling you about oil changes and breakdowns,
while you’re telling me about diamonds hanging from the ceiling in your latest
commercial.”
“I’ve had my
fair share of breakdowns, too,” I quipped, sipping my water.
Blake sniggered
into his beer bottle. “I can imagine.”
“Are you still
angry with me?” I whispered.
“No,” he
sighed. “Everyone knows who you are, Violet. I can’t believe I never
realized it.”
“I liked that
you were just interested in me.”
“Violet,” Blake smoldered, “I’m still very interested in you.”
About the Author:
B.L. Wilde is a British author obsessed with many things,
including heated love stories. Supported fully by her husband, she can often be
found at her desk working on her next project.
Her journey into the world
of erotica began when she started writing online stories over three years ago,
and she hasn't looked back since.
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