IN LOVE WITH THE BARON

e bitter taste of media hell , a hell that couldn't drag her into for jus

pull back his slight. Scott was propped against a bar near the dance floor,

dam, the CEO global network dance with Sophia, is far too

. He ground his teeth. "Oh, hell ". Before Scott could stopped himself. He charged toward the dance floor a

tting

'd hoped for. Richy on the other hand, cast him a go to hell lo

t , " I did invite you for this dance" she offered

for the da

a waist and directed her toward the cen

engaging a smile. "That was rude " she chided and I thought

an flaring in his nostrils. And considering the scan

ve me, I wanted more than to share your l

near her ear . What man wouldn't wa

her fun to compete for that hon

rd the table not far away. "See the feisty

e sort around her neck. "The one who look like she about to blow a g

age in a delicious inviting way as she said, "she's wai

n't miss , a sign of nerve he vowed to

great escape, of cours

d ontoher face.

e attempt at communication after another until he pulled her down a hallway and into a stairwell

d her into the staff elevator and push

as he had done several times before, fingers barely brushing her backside. Again nervous clarmored within her but Sophia was

cking us up in

dropped.

d a path along her spine. " Nothing less for Maryville, rig

in Scott arms to find the limo ready and waiting, back door opened. Her heart raced, all the nerves she'd comb

like Scott-Ocean. No matter how fancy the costume. She started to bolt, to seek escape, but

her neck ." Oh, yes ", she whispered, thinking more

ord spoken in that deep baritone voice, and she was ready to give herself. T

Scott replied, and walked her forward, towar

ause he wanted her to ,but because but because she wanted to ,sh

inhibitions, if only for one night and even better, a night that came with benefits to her business. This n

he dark corner spot, light out. The back door popped open-Michael had obviously noted her approach and

me you've got the background on Maryville ", Becky grumbled , turn

d to sit in the chair in front of a monitor, that exa

you aren't in a good mood Michael said.

left . "The limo service will be cal

out Maryville montenegro? Yo

he punched few keys and sent data to Becky computer. And she's as queasy clean as they

er grandmother in Houston every week. Has no living parents, no

s drastically wrong t

know that

rsonal how he looked at

e Scott-Ocean for us , let hire her if possi