Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Like what you see? #MidWeekTease #MWTease #ASMSG


Welcome back to mid-week tease hosted by the lovely Sandra Bunino, where we share excerpts from our work-in-progress or published books.

This week I'm continuing with more from my current WIP, Riding Rebel, book 3 of the Essien trilogy.

This the scene where Rita meets Tony for the first time. They say first impressions are important, right? LOL.

It is unedited. Enjoy.
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Petersen walked off. She pulled her the black soft shimmer silk pashmina across her shoulders, suddenly feeling the lost and cold of the almost freezing air from the aircon.
The hotel had played host to dignitaries and celebrities over the years and was magnificent. Who wouldn't anyone want to cosy up to the grandeur of the place. The place made her feel as if she was a celebrity just by being there. She felt like a Nollywood starlet, even though her claim to Nollywood was a two-bit walk on part for a few minutes.
Men stared at her openly, appreciatively. These men were out of her league, dressed in suits that were worth more money than she earned in a month. Her boyfriend, though he had a good job in a bank, didn't earn enough to buy expensive outfits like those.
An unfamiliar thrill shot through her blood. And she had to admit it. She enjoyed the attention. Perhaps that was partly the reason she enjoyed acting so much.
"Not feeling lonely, are you?"
The deep, sexy drawl, vibrated through her body and had her rotating in her seat to see who had spoken.
She saw a pair of black boots first, certainly not the kind she'd expect at a black tie event, but still fashionable enough to work. Then a pair of dark trousers made from a shiny fabric wrapped around sturdy thighs, not bulky but lean corded muscles beneath. Her gaze paused at the studded black belt. Also not something she expected to see at an event like this, but eye catching.
"Like what you see?" There was amusement in his voice this time.
Heat flooded her face that he must have thought she was staring at his groin which invariably she was and this time she had to look.
Did his fly just swell a little?
Oh God, her face heated up even more and she turned away, and reached for her glass of champagne to cool down.
She took a sip, allowed the cool liquid to flow down her throat, counted down from five before turning back to look at the man and apologise for staring.
Her apology died in her throat.
Sitting in the chair vacated by Petersen was Tony Essien.
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