“And you call me Hemsworth.” He smirked.
I let out a groan. “You really weren’t meant to see that text.”
“What does it even mean?”
“Last night at the bar, I may have mentioned to Sara that you look like a Hemsworth brother. It kind of stuck.”
He grinned. “I’ll take that. I realise now you must have been lot drunker than I originally thought, but I’ll take it. As long as you told her my dick was as big as Thor’s hammer.” He winked.
“Maybe you should’ve taken her home last night. That was one of her first questions.”
“I like her already.”
We laughed, but it died off quickly. “We’re not ever going to be able to hang out, are we?”
“Well, it’s not usually the norm for a one-night stand anyway.”
I nodded. “I know. It’s just …” What I wanted to say was definitely off limits.
I shrugged. “Even though it was just a one-night stand, it was kind of fun. It felt like we could’ve at least been friends.” If not more. I left that thought out, though.
“I don’t think I could be friends with you.”
“Ouch.” That stung a lot more than I thought it would.
“I just mean I don’t usually fantasise about being balls-deep inside my friends.”
Heat rose to my cheeks, and tingles shot through me, going straight to my lady parts. I had to squeeze my legs together.
He laughed, knowing the effect he was having on me. Leaning closer to me, he whispered in my ear, “Now you know how I felt all dinner. All I could think about was sinking myself into you again.”
Damn him. Two can play at that game.
“Are you sure that it can’t happen again?” I asked in a seductive tone, turning my head to meet his eyes.
He groaned as he moved back to his side of the truck, reaching into the front of his jeans to adjust himself. “Well played, Shortcake.”
I didn’t understand that nickname. Was it something he called everyone? He called me that for most of last night until we started having sex and he switched to my actual name. “I’m not that short,” I prompted him.
“You are compared to me.”
I had the feeling that wasn’t the real reason he’d named me that, and I gave him a derisive look.
It made him glance away from me as if he was embarrassed. “Your hair smells like strawberry shortcake. It’s all vanilla-y and berry like. It was the first thing I noticed about you.”
My mouth curved slowly into a giant smile. “Shortcake and Hemsworth. Sounds like a bad detective duo.”
Title: One Night with Hemsworth
Author: Eden Finley
Cole Turner’s ex-wife is getting remarried. No amount of alcohol can drown that out, but taking home the hot brunette at the bar is a good enough distraction. That’s all Paige is meant to be—a distraction.
Paige Minor is too busy studying for her law degree and getting over a bad breakup to care about finding another boyfriend. All she wants is one night of careless fun with a complete stranger. Cole seems like the perfect candidate.
When Cole goes to pick up his son from his ex’s perfect house, with her perfect fiancé, and perfect new life, the last person he expects to see is Paige. She definitely shouldn’t be the one opening the door. As he stares at the person who was in his bed less than twenty-four hours earlier, a single thought occurs to him: I just slept with my ex’s new stepdaughter.
One Night with Hemsworth is the first book in a series, but can be read as a standalone.
Eden Finely grew up near Brisbane in Qld, Australia. She’s a romance/erotica author by day, and Batman at night …
Okay, I’m not Batman, but I feel like I am. I have a cool secret name and everything.
I have several Young Adult works published under my real name. For this reason, I chose a pen name to write for this genre to keep them separate. Well that, and I don’t want my mother to read Eden’s books. Seriously, how freaking awkward would that be?
I’m a lover of reading and writing anything that involves romance, contemporary, paranormal, suspense, and YA. If I’m not spending time with my family, chances are I’ll have my laptop or kindle in my hand.
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