Her Perfect Lips: HarperImpulse Contemporary Romance
You have to take a risk to live an adventure.Determined, capable, and primed to rock her first big marketing conference, Stacy Saunders is not about let to anything get in the way of her ambition. It's been a long time since she's been in New Orleans, but she has no use for beads or Bourbon Street. She built a strict itinerary for this trip – one that certainly didn't include running into the gorgeous Tennyson Landry again.A chance reunion between the former lovers brings old feelings to the surface and the possibility of rekindling old flames. Their second time around could be the best time of all – if they can bridge the gap even wider than the thousand miles between them…
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To booze, beads, and New Orleans.
Contents
Stacy took her usual seat at the long conference table and arranged her notes in front of herself. Her coworkers filed into the large, airy boardroom, cups of coffee, water bottles, and tablets in hand, ready for the monthly All-Staff meeting. She smiled vaguely at them all, tapping her fingernail against the glass tabletop, waiting to begin. These multidepartment progress reports were informative, and very often fun, but her time could be better spent today. There was a mountain of paperwork waiting on her desk and her own part of the meeting was going to be small, she only had one minor update to offer, but it was a positive one. The staff-focused Instagram account she had opened for Sharpe Designs last month was getting some quality followers and loads of great comments. Her goal today was to encourage everyone to keep posting new, amusing pictures. Maybe there was some way she could deliver that message and then sneak out.
She gave Kat Greer a little wave as the stunning blonde graphic designer entered the room. Katâs boyfriend, chief programmer, Dean Kirkwell followed close behind. Stacy made a mental note to grab Dean after the meeting and get an update on the Fisher account heâd been promising her for days. He mustâve known she was thinking about him because he caught her eye and winked. She smiled back, watching them settle into seats at the back of the boardroom. They were such a gorgeous couple, a perfect picture of contrasts. Kat was a New York goddess in her black Anna Sui dress and Trash and Vaudeville heels, while Dean looked like he had just stepped out of GQ, the hottest new face of âurban preppy.â But despite the seemingly outward differences, everything about their relationship could be summed up in the way they looked at one another. It was as though they were always sharing a wonderfully secret joke. She envied them a little bit.
The CEO and co-owner of Sharpe Designs, Ron Sharpe, entered the room, and the meeting was quickly called to order. Ronâs partner and husband, CFO, Alan Altman, started things off with an announcement that the company was doing better than ever. He explained that they were already outearning their projected figures and this was going to enable them to spend more freely in areas they thought they would have to neglect this financial year.
The lights dimmed for Alanâs PowerPoint presentation and Stacyâs thoughts drifted as the slides flicked across the screen in a blur of colors and graphs. She really needed to pick up her dry cleaning tonight or the place was probably going to sell all her stuff. She had no excuse for letting it sit there for so long either, the shop was only about two blocks away from her Ludlow Street studio. It wasnât like she had to travel across town or anything. She had a good pile going at home now too, maybe it was time to do a trade. Go to the dry cleaners, pickup and drop off, then grab her tablet and reward herself with dinner at that new little Austrian café on Delancey.
Alanâs presentation ended and there was polite applause. Throats were cleared, clothing rustled, people drank water, and checked their phones as the director of development set up his progress report. Stacy shifted in her chair, trying to find a more comfortable position. She glanced at her wristwatch, the clock on the wall, the digital display on her tablet. They all told her the exact same thing. There was a lot of meeting left to go. She shifted again and saw Dean lean over and whisper something into Katâs ear. From the flush on Katâs cheeks and the side-glance she gave him, it was obvious that whatever he said was definitely not work related. She smiled, happy for them, but her own loneliness made her heart heavy. Here she was thinking about dry cleaning while they were going to go home and have awesome sex. Yay, Friday night.
