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Agatha Burke loves her work and her life.
Monday night finds her meeting a lawyer from the London branch of the firm, and instead of Alastair, she meets Dunstan.
Handsome, with a wicked smile and a cool demeanor, she feels something right away.
Except that he jumps from being nice to being curt, and he has a girlfriend living across the ocean. Waiting for him to get back to her in three weeks.
As days go by, Aggie and Dunstan spend time together and get to know each other, and Aggie has to find a way to hold her feelings back because things can only end up badly.
Unless things change.
Warning: There are explicit romantic scenes. For mature audiences (+18).
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Of course the plane was late.
Nothing could ever work on a Monday.
Aggie hated Mondays, almost as much as she hated her iPod running out of battery.
Lucky for her, at least one thing was still functioning as she waited for her associate from London to arrive.
Mr. Alastair Cleave was nowhere in sight as incoming flights arrived at Phoenix airport.
Aggie's lips moved to the lyrics, her head bopped to the rhythm, her short brown hair, which almost reached her shoulders, was held back from her face by a thin headband with pink rhinestones. She rubbed her button nose as it itched, and her pear-shaped pearl earrings dangled. Her blue eyes narrowed as she searched among the crowds for the man who, per the videoconferences they'd had, was five feet seven, dark skinned, had small brown eyes, a boxer nose, big lips and short black curly hair.
Yet he was nowhere around and the minutes were passing by indomitable.
Aggie swung her charcoal purse from her right to her left shoulder and disentangled the ear buds.
The flight had already arrived, and it wouldn't be very professional for Alastair to meet her while her mind was elsewhere.
She straightened her pink and grey dress and joined the heels of her black stilettos, as it was a pose she'd found comfort in during her younger years in ballet lessons and still loved to reprise.
She was comforted by the airport's air conditioning, otherwise she'd be melting. The dress followed the toned shape of her body, ending just above her knees, and the squared neckline was prudent for a law firm, the straps giving her arms all sorts of freedom from the heat.
Aggie's eyes wandered, and for a fleeting second she felt a shock throughout her body. She breathed in, averted her gaze, and continued her search.
Now was not the time to try to get a date.
She was trying hard to find Alastair, but her attention was drawn to that man. For whatever reason, it unnerved her.
Then the man vanished and a mixture of disappointment and ease ran through her.
Still, Alastair was nowhere in sight.
By then, the plane had arrived a good half an hour earlier, and unless he'd stopped at the Duty Free Shop, Aggie had no idea of what else could be keeping him from meeting her.
A new mass of people emerged. Most poke in Spanish. But the plane from Mexico had arrived after the one that connected in Dallas from England.
Where was Alastair?
Aggie was about to phone her boss, even if it was close to nine pm, when a tap on her shoulder stopped her. She smiled turned around, and then froze. This was not Alastair. This was the man.
"Hello?" she tried to keep her gaze averted as his black eyes appeared to leave her breathless. Yet she couldn't help but look straight into his gaze, afraid she'd miss something if she didn't.
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