A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [116]
Marcus shook his head and headed back to his cabin. So she’d hang around for the weekend. A woman like Ariel would grow bored with the solitude and be off to more exciting places before she could even unpack. “Two days,” he said. “I’ll give her two days and then she’s got to go. If she doesn’t, I just toss her overboard.”
Marcus chuckled softly. He wouldn’t get a whole lot of work done in the next forty-eight hours, but that really didn’t matter. If entertaining the boss’s daughter was part of the job, then he’d do his best—just short of sleeping with her.
But in such close quarters, there was no telling what might transpire. If his desire did eventually overwhelm his common sense, at least he’d have a decent tale to tell his brothers about the sexy little socialite he’d reeled in, then tossed back.
…NOT THE END…
Look for THE MIGHTY QUINNS: MARCUS in
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Drive Me Crazy
by Vicki Lewis Thompson
Even though Josh Gregory had told her he wasn’t ready to get married until he built up his limousine company, Pris Adams thought she could change his mind. After all, they had a great relationship and even better sex! With her biological clock ticking, Pris gave Josh an ultimatum: Marry me or lose me! Josh chose option B.
Now, determined to get on with her life, Pris is engaged to marry someone else—and has hired Josh to drive the limo on her wedding day so that he’ll see what he’s lost! But then a funny thing happens on the way down the aisle…
CHAPTER ONE
A LIMO FULL OF BEAUTIFUL, twenty something women. Ordinarily that would have thrilled Josh Gregory from the brim of his chauffeur’s cap all the way down to his spit-shined dress shoes. Not today.
Priscilla Adams, a gorgeous blonde he used to date—a woman he used to have fantastic sex with, to be truthful—sat in the back of the limo with her bridesmaids. Within the hour, she and her luscious body would be lost to Josh forever. He told himself it was for the best.
After all, why would he want someone who’d smeared his nose in the fact that she was getting married, just because six months ago he’d said he wasn’t ready for that march down the aisle? Talk about vindictive. According to Josh’s boss, Pris had specifically requested him for this limo gig.
All the way to the church, he kept glancing in the rearview mirror to see if he could catch her gloating. Funny, she didn’t seem to be gloating. He thought brides were supposed to look blissfully happy, considering they were about to get exactly what they wanted.
Apparently he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed Pris’s frown. Her maid of honor reached over and squeezed her hand. “Smile, there, babes! Don’t worry. You’ve thought of everything. This shindig will go off without a hitch.”
“Oh, you know me,” Pris said. “I’m probably the only bride who spends her last twenty minutes of singlehood worrying about whether she remembered to tell the caterer to provide sparkling water as a beverage option.”
Josh had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. That was Pris, all right. Efficient and thorough. She hated the idea of making a mistake, especially a public mistake.
Yeah, he was well out of that relationship. She’d been very clear that she wanted the husband, the kids, the white picket fence, and if Josh wasn’t inclined to give her that, she’d look elsewhere. Yes, she’d enjoyed the sex, but if Josh was more interested in saving for his own limo business than getting married, she’d regretfully move on.
Josh thought she’d moved on at warp speed, even for an efficiency expert like her. When they’d broken up, the Celtics had just started the season. Now it was play-off time. Without Pris, he’d watched a hell of a lot more basketball.
Come to think of it, he might watch a game on the limo’s TV while he waited for Pris to come out