First Impression: Here’s a hint. Starts with a ‘P’, ends with a ‘rick’.He’s smug, arrogant and sees through me almost immediately. He’s nothing more than a corporate babysitter. A know-it-all, annoying pain in the butt and he’s here to help; or so he says.First Impression: She’s full of crap. As soon as she opens her mouth, it becomes clear: she’s all show and no substance. She flirts and flatters and it might work on other men, but not this one.Tom Davis has a job to do and a beautiful, irreverent adversary won’t stop him from the promotion he deserves.Mel Simmons has one goal: Keep Tom Davis out of her business, both professional and personal.Love thy enemy, right?Forced into some kind of cooperative allegiance these wary souls find the one thing they never expected.This is Book Three in the Davis Series. It is a stand-alone novel, but it is recommended to read "The Trouble with Neighbors" and "Forget about Texas" first since the characters appear in this story.Excerpt:She was almost to the door when Tom shut it abruptly, leaving just the two of them in far too close quarters. His eyes were blazing. She took a step back, her eyes matching the fire in his. “You threw me under the bus!” she hissed. He took a step forward, pointing toward her chest. “You threw yourself under the bus!” he sneered. “Did you really think I wouldn’t realize the email was deleted? Seriously Mel…how dumb do you think I am?” he growled, taking another step toward her. “You don’t want me to answer that,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing. This of course, pissed him off even more, causing him to take another step. She retreated, abruptly bumping into a chair. “Maybe you’re the dumb one – obviously you forgot about the trash folder…” he muttered hotly. “I didn’t have enough time to get it…” she muttered back. “So you admit it!” he stopped short. She lifted her chin a notch, the defiance in her stature glaringly apparent. “So what? It’s just a stupid chart, Tom…besides, what exactly is it you’re after here, huh?” She stood her ground, holding onto the chair back for support. “We’re trying to help you…” he started with narrowed eyes. “You’re trying to help yourself…to a healthy price reduction. Why the hell else would you be so interested in what I throw away internally? Why do you need to know that Tom? What are you after?” she exclaimed.“I think it should be obvious…” he stated taking a step. “Please, pretend I’m ignorant – what do you want?” she stood firmly rooted. He said nothing, just stared into her green eyes, still hot with fury. “What do you want!” she sneered forcefully. “This,” he said quickly, closing the gap and grabbing her shoulders. He slanted his head and captured her lips with his.
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