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

looked down at the supple suede caressing her calves and tapering her toes to a prickly stir.
    Suddenly, Roman grabbed her hand, and that instant his warm touch enfolded her bronze in afterglow. All she could do was get so damn hot from the mere fact he'd driven her breathless.
    She couldn't care less about foam rubber or anything. All she'd remembered were those visions of finding a man so sweet and gentle--a man she wanted more than he was willing to let on.
    Just then, the sphere fell to the carpet and rolled over her pink boot, stopping short of the hall baseboard.
    "You won't be needing that anymore," he nodded at the malleable ball that resembled a baby's rubber toy from his vantage point.
    After a short pause, he continued. "Take my lead, breath in, breath out , from your stomach. Focus on every breath," he said softly. "Let all your worries roll off your shoulders." She drew a few breaths as he said, "Just visualize a tranquil place...think of something that brings you peace."
    His soft voice hypnotized her sense of place for the moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his hand gently relaxed hers to her side. "Deep breaths. Just relax," he spoke softly.
    She felt at ease with his warm voice quivering her muscles to become limber. But then suddenly, she'd come back to earth, the moment his hand released hers. Her gaze drifted to her watch, and then her eyes flicked open like saucers. The time, it's almost--
    "Danielle, you have to slow down. It's for your own good." His voice held a gruff cadence and advised caution, which she didn’t care to hear.
    Slightly annoyed she said, "That's easier said than done Roman.” She paused before saying, “I have an image to represent as partner of one of the leading CPA firms. Both inside and outside of Finch Young and Prentiss CPAs , and that image costs-- big time. You know the saying-- It takes money to make money."
    "Roman, I have enough on my hands."
    "Just try it," he insisted. "You need to take some time for yourself and BREATHE ."
    "Now how am I supposed to do that?  You do realize my job around here don't you?" Danielle poised her hands to her hips with a sassy overconfident allure about her. "Why do you think the halls are so quiet? Everybody's working. They're too busy in their caves to even realize anything outside of work. They're just like me. How else did you think we'd made it to the top of our game? This isn't for the faint of heart."
    There was a beat of silence when his attention drifted from her eyes--to the transom hinged over the boardroom entry--down the labyrinth corridor--and back to her stiffened expression.
    Roman’s voice was a little gentler when he rested his hands on her shoulders. "Listen Danielle. It's your choice. I'm just trying to tell you, this place 'el drive you crazy if you let it."
    She laughed and admitted, "Well, aren't you the guru."
    "Take it from me." He gazed at her, totally straight-faced, as his hands coursed down her tweed sleeves and dropped to his sides. "I know people like you...they've run themselves ragged. Absolute workaholics. No time for spouse, kids, family. No time for fun. No time for any real living."
    He didn't stand a chance of thwarting her hasty retort to set the record straight.
    "Believe it or not--" she said, casually smoothing back her hair, as she flitted her lashes. "I've had--"
    Ignoring whatever excuse she might have had to reason with, he shrugged. "The world told us to grow up, but who said we had to lose our childlike innocence. When was the last time you had any fun like you used to?" Clearing his throat, he continued, "All you do is work all the time, and that just makes for a dull, boring life."
    She swallowed.
    His languid gaze came closer as he studied the color of her eyes sparkling emerald in the gloomy florescence illuminated by the transom's sifting skylight. "Just promise me, you won't let this place--" He paused for a moment before adding in a softer voice, "Promise me you'll