Sizzling Desire

The man shifted in his seat to face her, and her eyes locked with his.

Lorraine reeled backward, losing her footing. Her lips parted on a silent gasp. Her stomach flinched violently, as though she’d just been sucker punched.

Oh, no... Oh, God, please...

His eyes widened, registering shock, and his face contorted. Then something else flashed on his face. Something akin to anger.

This can’t be happening! Lorraine’s heart began to pound so hard she could hear it thundering in her ears. She stood paralyzed as the lawyer released her hand.

Joseph Finkel gestured to the available chair on his right. “Please, have a seat.”

Lorraine didn’t move.

“Don’t be shy,” the lawyer teased. His tone was lighthearted, and he was clearly trying to alleviate her nerves. But he didn’t understand. He had no clue.

Lorraine tried to swallow, but her throat was suddenly dry. She began to walk across the room, unable to take her eyes off Hunter. He was holding her gaze, glaring at her.

Lorraine pulled her chair out and sat. “This is the only family?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“You two are the only beneficiaries named in the will,” the lawyer explained. “Lorraine, this is Douglas Holland’s son, Hunter.” The lawyer looked in Hunter’s direction. “Hunter, this is Lorraine Baxter.”

Hunter merely nodded, but didn’t reach across the table to shake her hand. It was just as well. The last time he’d touched her, his hands had been giving her body immense pleasure, and his eyes had been smoky with desire. Now, he was looking at her with contempt.

Was this really happening? Or was Lorraine in the middle of a nightmare?

The very man she’d slept with—the man who’d rocked her world—was sitting across the table from her. How was this possible?

Suddenly, Hunter was standing, his large, athletic body looming over the table. Lorraine sucked in a sharp breath and leaned backward in her chair. But what did she expect him to do? Reach across the table and throttle her?

“Lorraine, is it?” He seemed to rub in the name, and may as well have added, “Liar.”

In hindsight, giving him a false name had been silly and unnecessary. But was it really that big of a deal? It wasn’t as if she’d planned to see him again. It would be a moot point if not for the fact that he was here right now, somehow back in her life.

“Yes,” Lorraine croaked.

Hunter stretched his muscular body across the table and extended his hand. His pale blue dress shirt strained against his well-honed biceps. Despite the situation, Lorraine couldn’t help checking out that fine form. He was gorgeous. Sexy.

A stallion in the bedroom.

God help her, this really was happening. Lorraine wanted to wither away and die.

“You don’t want to shake my hand?” Hunter asked, a challenge.