Free Seducing Seven (What Happens in Vegas) by M.K. Meredith

was brilliant. Goddammit.
    His stomach rolled again, and he breathed out against the sour sensation.
    He’d meant what he said about the fantasy she sold, but if both parties in a relationship treated the other with the same ideals she talked about, could he see it another way? A scene in her book came to mind. What had the hero said? I choose you, not because of who I am when I’m with you, but who I become with each passing day. The statement was one of respect, but also one of awe. And he wanted to prove to her he was capable of those things.
    He was in awe of Seven.
    Motherfucker. He felt things, things he didn’t know what to do with. Goddammit. He needed to get the hell out of there without being seen before this whole stupid idea blew up in his face.
    One more glance confirmed the worst. He wanted to take her up against a wall, not because of what it meant if he didn’t, but because of what it meant if he did.
    Panic tightened his chest. He shook his head in denial. Temporary, desperate solutions.
    He’d be damned if she was going to turn him into her fucking alpha hero.
    He was nothing if not all alpha man. Relationships didn’t work, but he needed a night with Seven like he’d never needed anything else. He needed to get her out of his mind before he slid any further.

Chapter Six
    S on of a bitch. Watching as the tail of his suit jacket followed him out the door, Seven dug her nails into her palms. Flying high on the end of a well-received presentation, she was once again grounded by a slap from Blake. What the hell was he doing there?
    Nothing good, no doubt.
    He’d give anything for some material for mocking her and her work, not to mention her fans. Well, she was just the girl to set him straight.
    She stayed just long enough to answer a few last-minute questions, give a few more hugs, and sign some books. Loving this part of her connection with her fans, she hated to leave, but she was never one to shy away from her problems.
    Marching through the lobby, the hem of her dress swirling around her calves, she mentally counted all the ways he was an ass for showing up while she was working. Don’t touch my work , he’d said. But there he’d been, not giving her the same respect. Finally, she rapped on his door.
    The door opened, revealing a shirtless Blake already walking back toward his desk. “You have a key. Why’d you knock?”
    “I saw you.” She fisted her hands to keep from touching him. It wasn’t fair for him to stand there without his shirt, the top button of his dress slacks undone. Her eyes drifted over the golden skin of his chiseled abdominal muscles, following a dark sprinkling of hair on his lower abs until it disappeared under the band of a pair of dark blue briefs. She gritted her teeth and yanked her eyes back to his only to find him staring at her with a smile. Crossing her arms at her chest, she tapped her foot. “Are you ready to mock my work again?”
    “Does it have to be my next meeting?”
    She opened her mouth to defend herself, trying to make sense of his question. “What?” Seeing so much of his skin was playing havoc with her senses.
    “If I lose the bet, do I have to sell your book at the very next meeting?”
    Distracted by his line of questioning and the fact that he was walking toward her, she shook her head, trying to clear it. She took an involuntary step back. “Any meeting where your bosses are attending.”
    He grinned, and she swore a look of relief softened his usually intense features.
    One more step back had her up against the wall, and he stepped close. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and she sucked in a breath. She was there on a mission to set him straight. “What are you doing?”
    Holding her gaze with his light eyes, he trailed a finger across her brow, then down her cheek to the soft skin of her neck. An involuntary shiver raced through her. Following the neckline of her dress, his finger trailed lower toward the swell of her