Praise for Natalie Anderson
âNatalie Anderson is one of the most exciting voices in
steamy romantic fiction writing today. Sassy, witty and emotional, her [books] are in a class of their own ⦠an extraordinary new talent who can blend passion, drama, humour and emotion in one unforgettable read!â âwww.cataromance.com
âMistress Under Contract is a fantastic contemporary romance full of intense emotions, funny moments, blazing sexual tension and moving romance; donât miss it!â âPink Heart Society on Mistress Under Contract
âNatalie Andersonâs His Mistress by Arrangement is a charming romance of childhood friends reconnecting. Itâs both fun and flirty, and conveys the wonderful feeling of finding someone you can truly be yourself with.â âRT Book Reviews on His Mistress by Arrangement
ANOTHER two minutes couldnât possibly matterâlate was late and this was too important to leave.
âCome on, Audrey,â Penny muttered softly. âLetâs keep you all healthy, huh?â She scattered the plant food and put the pack back in the top drawer of the filing cabinet. Then she picked up the jug of water.
âWhat are you doing?â
Her fingers flinched and she whirled at the sound of deep, accusing anger. She saw black clothes, big frame, even bigger frown. Striding towards her was a total stranger. A tall, dark, two hundred per cent testosterone-filled male was in her office, late at night. Not Jed the security guard, but a hard edged predator coming straight for herâfast.
She flung forward, all raw reflex.
He swore as water hit him straight in the eyes. She lunged again, hoping to knock him out with a Pyrex jug to the temple. Only halfway there her arm slammed against something hard, whiplash sent shudders down her shoulder. Painfully strong fingers held her wrist vice-tight. She immediately strained to break free, twisting skin and muscle. He sharply wrenched her wrist. She gasped. Her fingers failed and the jug tipped between them.
The shock of the ice-cold water splashing across her chest suffocated her shriek. She recoiled, but he came forward relentlessly, still death-gripping her wrist. The drawer slammed as she backed up and banged against it.
âWho the hell are you and what are you doing in here?â he demanded, storming further into her personal space.
Shock, pain, fear. She couldnât move other than to blink, trying to see clearly and figure a way to escape.
But he moved closer still. âWhat are you doing with the files?â Pure menace.
The cold metal cabinet dug into her back. But he wasnât in the least cold. She could feel his heat even with the slight distance between them. His hand branded her. Her scream couldnât emergeânot with her throat squeezed so tight and her heart not beating at all.
He pushed back his fringe with his free hand, also blinked several timesâonly his eyes were filled with the water sheâd thrown at him, not tears like hers. He actually laughedânot nicelyâand his grip tightened even more. âI didnât think this was going to be that easy.â He looked over her, scorn sharpening every harsh word. âYouâre not screwing another cent out of this company.â
Penny gaped. He was insane. Totally insane. âThe security guard will be doing his rounds any minute,â she panted. âHeâs armed.â
âWith whatâchewing gum? The only person going to the police cells tonight is you, honey.â
Yep, totally insane. Unfortunately he was also right about Jedâs lack of ammoâthe best she could hope for was a heavy torch. And it was a hopeless hope because sheâd been lying anywayâJed didnât do rounds. He sat at his desk. And she was ten floors up, alone with a complete nut-job who was going to ⦠going to â¦
Jerky breathing filled her earsâas if someone was having an asthma attack. It took long moments to realise it was her. She pressed her free hand to her stomach, but couldnât stop the violent tremors. Her eyes watered more, her muscles quivered. Dimly she heard him swear.