Mariah glanced up beside her to locate the source of the bedroom voice. All breathing ceased function as she locked eyes upon the handsome suited stranger. Captivating brown eyes, regal nose, full jaw and striking cheek bones—the man was a looker.
And those lips? Sinfully bitable.
Mariah clamped her mouth shut to keep her jaw from trembling or dropping to the floor. Plus, she had to prevent herself from flat out drooling. No need to feed an oversized ego. If this man was Geneva’s version of handsome, then Geneva was probably right on the money about his silver platter status. With looks like his, Mariah doubted that the man had ever seen rejection in his life. Who would turn down someone so deliciously stunning?
“Clark Mannings,” the man said, holding out his hand for a shake. “Mannings Industries.”
“Mariah Olsen,” she answered, taking his hand for a firm shake. “Heartisan Foods.”
“In the flesh,” he said, somewhat pleased. “You’ve done an amazing job whipping that place into shape, given the short time you’ve been there.”
“Oh?” Mariah raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she was curious about Mannings Industries. She’d never heard of the company before. Now, she wondered what kind of company it was for this man—a CEO, according to the pre-printed name tag—to know anything about her and her company.
“Entrepreneur Now,” he answered, as if understanding her unspoken question.
“I don’t pay any attention to the media,” Mariah said, thinking of Annika’s open dislike of the frequent partial news coverage. Case in point, Mariah did not recall anyone from the press asking her for an interview or a comment to write about her or her company. “I’d be suspect myself, if I were to read any of the coverage.”
“Noted,” Clark said with a quirk of those kissable lips. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and anger—embarrassment from thinking of kissing the man, anger from the outburst of her traitorous hormones. She could use a date tonight—with her vibrator.
Fuck. There went her head again.
No.
Unfuck. She couldn’t be thinking about that right now. She nearly shook her head to push that thought out of her mind. Instead, she shifted her gaze from his lips—hopefully, she hadn’t lingered there too long for her wayward thoughts to be noticed—and then locked eyes with him.
“I have a proposition,” Clark said with what seemed, to Mariah’s annoyance, to be a wider yet knowing smile.
And those lips? Sinfully bitable.
Mariah clamped her mouth shut to keep her jaw from trembling or dropping to the floor. Plus, she had to prevent herself from flat out drooling. No need to feed an oversized ego. If this man was Geneva’s version of handsome, then Geneva was probably right on the money about his silver platter status. With looks like his, Mariah doubted that the man had ever seen rejection in his life. Who would turn down someone so deliciously stunning?
“Clark Mannings,” the man said, holding out his hand for a shake. “Mannings Industries.”
“Mariah Olsen,” she answered, taking his hand for a firm shake. “Heartisan Foods.”
“In the flesh,” he said, somewhat pleased. “You’ve done an amazing job whipping that place into shape, given the short time you’ve been there.”
“Oh?” Mariah raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she was curious about Mannings Industries. She’d never heard of the company before. Now, she wondered what kind of company it was for this man—a CEO, according to the pre-printed name tag—to know anything about her and her company.
“Entrepreneur Now,” he answered, as if understanding her unspoken question.
“I don’t pay any attention to the media,” Mariah said, thinking of Annika’s open dislike of the frequent partial news coverage. Case in point, Mariah did not recall anyone from the press asking her for an interview or a comment to write about her or her company. “I’d be suspect myself, if I were to read any of the coverage.”
“Noted,” Clark said with a quirk of those kissable lips. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and anger—embarrassment from thinking of kissing the man, anger from the outburst of her traitorous hormones. She could use a date tonight—with her vibrator.
Fuck. There went her head again.
No.
Unfuck. She couldn’t be thinking about that right now. She nearly shook her head to push that thought out of her mind. Instead, she shifted her gaze from his lips—hopefully, she hadn’t lingered there too long for her wayward thoughts to be noticed—and then locked eyes with him.
“I have a proposition,” Clark said with what seemed, to Mariah’s annoyance, to be a wider yet knowing smile.
The above excerpt is from Purr Scent 0: The Moment, the prequel to the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, when one of the female protagonists meets the male protagonist.
Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off a kinky menage romance that features a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian dominatrix and an alpha male dominant.
If you enjoy stories about bisexual women, you may also enjoy Bi Girls Do It Solo.
Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off a kinky menage romance that features a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian dominatrix and an alpha male dominant.
If you enjoy stories about bisexual women, you may also enjoy Bi Girls Do It Solo.
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