BOMBSHELL EXCERPT

Excerpt - Bombshell 2 Boardroom

Randal didn’t know what to say, but followed the out-of-control chocolate heiress. He had to hurry down the hall to catch up to her. Reaching her, he grabbed her arm and Mr. Sweetums growled. “Silence, tuna breath,” he snapped.

Candace scowled. “For starters, don’t grab me. And second, don’t snap at Mr. Sweetums, he has—”

“I know, I know, abandonment issues,” Randal groaned.

“Yes, this has led to a few trust concerns in his relationships.” Her blue eyes turned to the color of sapphires with the change of her emotions.

“I’m sorry I grabbed you.” He released her arm. Infuriating as well as beautiful, watching Candace take control of the call had been a turn-on.

“Isn’t there something else you need to say?”

Confused until she glanced at the feline staring at him with kitty contempt. Candace waited. She couldn’t possibly be serious; no way would he apologize to the spoiled fur trap in her bag. Candace cleared her throat and turned up her nose.

The feline still glared at him, and he finally sighed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sweetums, for snapping at you.” He glanced at her. “Happy?”

She nodded. “I think you and Mr. Sweetums need to get to know each other better if we’re going to be spending time with each other.”

He narrowed his gaze on her, still in disbelief. She may be beautiful, but over the top concerning the cat. He just didn’t get her. Oh, and why hadn’t she been upfront about things? “I thought you only knew enough Japanese to order off a menu and find a bathroom.”

“Why did you need to know everything about me in the first ten minutes of finally talking with me?” she asked, puckering her full lips.

He glanced at her mouth then met her gaze again. The urge to kiss her for no reason other than her beauty overwhelmed him. He had to stay focused. “Where did I find you?”

“Sushi restaurant, remember?” She stated the obvious, then smiled.

His lips curved into a grin. “Right, now ready for that tour then lunch?”

“What time is it?”

Lifting his arm, he glanced at his watch. “Almost eleven, why?”

She removed the bag with Mr. Sweetums from her shoulder and thrust the handles into Randal’s hand. “I’ll take my own tour then have lunch with Daddy. You and Mr. Sweetums are going to be late for his psychiatrist appointment if you don’t hurry.”

She reached into her jacket pocket and thrust a white card at him. “You’re not serious?” He took the card.

“I’m very serious.” She shrugged then nodded. “You said you would consider getting to know Mr. Sweetums better, so you might as well go to the doctor with him and start connecting on an emotional level.”

This is not happening. “Candace!”

Candace leaned in and kissed his cheek, her warm breath teasing his skin. “I’m trusting you with my baby,” she whispered.

His libido went into overdrive, and more than just his displeasure grew from her quick kiss and breathy caress.

“Bye, Randal. Have fun, you two.” She waved and walked down the hallway, leaving him with the cat staring at him in disdain.

The woman pushed both her luck and his sex drive over the edge at the same time. So why hadn’t he stopped her? Why hadn’t he put his foot down?

The answer—he had been too busy thinking about kissing her.

He scowled at the cat. “You scratch me and I will make earmuffs out of you.”

I’ll get her for this.