Mr. Perfect
Mister,
#1
by J.A. Huss
Publication
date: April 27th 2016
Genres:
Contemporary Romance
Wanting the perfect man doesn’t make me crazy. I just know what I like.
BLURB
A powerful billionaire in a suit
wasn’t even my first choice. Mcallister Stonewall was never on my radar, I
didn’t even know he existed.
But I do now.
His hands are all over me at
work. The heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he bends me over
the desk is the only thing on my mind.
He is my most forbidden desires
unleashed. He is my new secret obsession. He is my Mr. Perfect.
Until the moment I realize…
There’s no such thing as perfect.
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“We own most of the land in the
Tech Center. My father bought up the land thirty years ago before any of this
was here. And we lease it out.”
Jesus.
What kind of money is that? I can’t even begin to understand it.
“Anyway,”
Mac says, standing. “I’m waiting in here for a reason.”
“Is that
right?” I stand up too, but my heart beats a little faster when I take him in.
He’s wearing a dark gray suit today, a blue shirt that is so light it’s barely
a color, and another brilliant cerulean-blue tie that makes his matching eyes
shine as they stare into mine.
I don’t
know why, but I step backwards. His full attention on me suddenly feels more
like a force than a look. He steps forward, hands reaching for me. I bump
against the wall, no escape, and then he fists the front of my blouse and rips
it open, revealing my silk cami.
My mouth
opens in surprise.
He rips
the cami apart too. And then, with one forceful whoosh, both garments are lying
in a puddle of fabric on the floor.
“What are
you doing?” I yell.
The intense
stare turns to a boyish smile. “I’d like you topless for breakfast. And I get
to call the shots for our dates.”
“Why do I
even bother with you? Just why?” I refuse to cross my arms and cover my tits.
Fuck him. Just fuck him. “Every time I start to think you’re not a pig, you go
and do something like this.”
“It’s
fun, right?” His smile never cracks.
“No,” I
say. “It’s humiliating.”
“Your
tits are nice, Ellie. You should not be ashamed of them.”
“I’m not
ashamed of them—”
“Good.
Because I’d like to stare at them while we have coffee and discuss our date
tonight.”
A knock
comes from Mac’s office and I might have a panic attack that someone will come
in and find me bare like this.
“Hold
that thought,” Mac says, leaning down to kiss my lips. “Breakfast is here.
Sit,” he says, pushing on my shoulders until I slump into the window seat
again. “I’ll be right back.”
And then
he enters his office, pulling our connecting door closed.
I listen
to the conversation in there as I look down at my clothes. What the hell was he
thinking? The cami is dust. Ripped straight down the middle. At least the silk
button-up shirt is only missing all the buttons. I can probably tie it around
my waist to make it out to the parking lot, but—
There’s a
jingle of a cart and plates. We have… room service? What kind of company has
room service?
I guess
I’m not all that surprised they have it up here. We have several restaurants on
campus. The Atrium has a cafeteria. Maybe this came from the cafeteria?
Mac is
laughing on the other side of the door, then I hear a polite thank you just
before the sound of a closing door.
The
connecting door swings open again and Mac is there, a wide grin on his face. “I
hope you like pancakes.”
“This is
not happening.”
“Oh, this
is happening, Miss Hatcher. You are sitting here.” He points to the middle of
the window seat as he pushes the cart towards me.
“I have
no clothes, Mac. You ripped my cami. I’m going to have to tie that over-shirt
on and go home to change. In fact,” I say, reaching down to get my blouse and
pull myself together, “I’m not coming back. I’m done. Just when I think you’re
a human, you act like an ape.”
“Would
you just relax, Ellie?” He rips the shirt from my hands, balls it up, and then
tosses it in the air, where it arcs perfectly and sails into the new trashcan
that matches the desk. “Three points,” he says.
“It’s
like you live in your own world or something. I think it’s funny that you
accused me of living in some delusional fantasy, but you, Mr. Stonewall, you’re
a raving lunatic who thinks the world is his asylum.”
“I’m
going to take that as a compliment. Now sit. I’ve got it all under control.”
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Author InfoJA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.You can chat with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/AuthorJAHuss), Twitter (@jahuss), and her kick-ass romance blog, New Adult Addiction (www.newadultaddiction.com).If you're interested in getting your hands on an advanced release copy of her upcoming books, sneak peek teasers, or information on her upcoming personal appearances, you can join her newsletter list (http://eepurl.com/JVhAr) and get those details delivered right to your inbox.Author Links:
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