Love Found Me (A City Love Novel, Book 1) by Nina Amari Read Free Book Online

feelings growing steadier for him. But all Roman saw was the muted stomping treading on the textured carpet.
    As their shoulders fused the narrow corridor together in similar pace, seconds seemed more like minutes. Everything looked like a mirror image from one extension of the hall to another.
    Danielle raised her eyebrow, and then she simply turned and smiled at him with a flush of arousal that was rushing through her veins. Her eyes widened and her cheeks rose to match the peony blush glowing her floral resonance amidst the bleak and barren corridor.
    Everything was a cool gray with even cooler shades of creamy beige-- akin to the rainy day percolating the horizon. That is, until it came to the offices that bore the traditional mahogany finishes, oil rubbed leather, and banker's instruments. Purely masculine, except for Danielle's office that added a touch of feminine comfort-- a huge oriental rug and exotic delicacies made this one of the few places she'd felt at home.
    How many weekends had she rushed to the office in the cold and rain to wrap up the most complex fraud scheme? How often had work revolved her entire life into its footprint -- its schedule of less than a moment's notice to be present for a career that couldn't give her the one thing she was missing-- Love .
    "Are you following me, Roman," she asked him in a voice that shook with that wanting. "What on earth are you doing here?" Sounding suddenly buoyant in the next beat, she said, "Not that I'm not glad to see you."
    Her voice held a strong vibe of arousal, but she couldn't act on it-- No, not now, anyway . She blew a deep breath, sensing he'd seen straight through her. "Ah...what I meant to say--"
    Their eyes locked for a split second, when Danielle stopped cold in her feisty tracks just a few feet away from a huge set of double doors. Danielle had gone silent and was staring straight at him. Roman paused; his shoulder rocked hers gently when he'd turned to register her baffled yet hypnotic stare. Roman's right dimple swathed his chiseled bronze when he smiled back at her. There was something familiar, yet brooding.
    Her heel tapping stilled his senses, as he stared back at her with his baby face sensuality, pulsing her heart another octave toward breathlessness.
    "What are you doing?" he asked her, as his stare met her writhe hand.
    "It's for stress," she said breathlessly.
    Danielle flexed the spongy sphere of foam rubber in her fisted palm, thrashing it between her fingers. "Anytime my partner calls me in for one of his meetings...I just know it's his chance to swamp me with a ton of--" Her words stopped short. She sucked in a sharp breath as her thumb pricked little circles into its squishy pressure points, spurting little vibrations through her.
    But, for the moment, she was too focused on the peril of her future. She couldn't risk letting her parents down or herself. At times though, it was hard not to be the perfect daughter or piranha workaholic, especially when she'd spent years sacrificing for a career that was teetering along the brink of emptiness. No, not after all the years she'd spent in school, putting herself through late-night exam crunches and overslept mornings, juggled with interning.
    Having made it in one of the toughest cities on earth was just another cause and effect that plagued her life into a tailspin of choices that rarely fulfilled balance.
    Roman's eyes trailed Danielle's slender fingertips--as they steadily chiseled the viscous stress ball, titillating her nerves to calm.
    "It happens all the time," she insisted. "I just get a little tense that's all. I'm handling it. I'm fine."
    Roman raised an eyebrow and looked even more concerned. "You're not fine. You work way too much." She murmured a restrained lilt of irritation to his statement. Roman's voice was cheerful and his eyes animated when he said, "Don't you know that all work and no play--"
    "Work is my life," she admitted. "Crap. You weren't supposed to know--" She