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Fate Accompli
Aegean Lovers # 1
By: M.M. Jaye
Releasing November 21st, 2014
Monica Mitchell flies all the way from Boston to Athens, Greece, not to get a tan but a very specific job. Because besides an MBA, this twenty-four-year old has a mission: to prove to Alex Argiros, the gorgeous Greek magnate, that she has now grown out of the habit of flashing her underwear and looking like a zombie flick castoff … in the presence of hundreds.
The catch? She has to hide who she is. Thankfully, not having seen him since her early teens helps, and soon she gets all she wants and so much more. Not only does Alex not connect his highly qualified new assistant to the disaster magnate of his distant past, but apart from his admiration, he also offers her his heart.
Now, Monica has a new mission: to keep it forever. But first she has to come clean before he finds out her connection to the bane of his existence. Because if he does, he’ll rightfully assume she plays the part of the Trojan Horse, and then he’ll shed the sleek businessman exterior, letting his hot-blooded Greek nature take over.
She knows he could destroy her.
She knows, yet she needs just a little longer to savor his searing kisses…
Clean
Spicy
“Now
take out the tart. Let’s dig our teeth into that sin of a dough.”
Jenny’s breathing was shallow.
Monica
frowned.
“We
can’t have a picnic on the desk when they are in there,” she
whispered. “What if they suddenly come out?”
“Trust
me. These meetings never last less than three hours and they’ve
only been in there for one.”
“What
about the smell? It’s quite heavy!”
“Heavier
than Terzakis’ cigar? Please! By the stink of it he must have
offered one the other two. They wouldn’t know if we boiled broccoli
out here. Now bring it on,” Jenny rasped, breathing hard with
anticipation.
“Okay.
I’ve got it!” Monica said in a conspiratorial tone and knelt
behind the desk. “Come down here. I’ll give you a piece and if we
hear them come out, we’ll pretend we lost one of your contacts.”
“You’re
a total nerd, you know that?” Jenny crouched beside Monica and
there was more giggling. Monica felt like a naughty schoolgirl, which
was quite foreign to her. But she couldn’t let Jenny down. Not
after finding out she was expecting.
She
opened the bottom drawer and took out a flat plastic container. Just
by lifting the tight lid Jenny gasped. “Ooh, it smells so good.”
Fishing out a large yellow napkin from her handbag, she handed her a
piece of tart on it. Jenny took a huge bite and immediately moaned.
“Oh, Monica, that’s orgasmic!”
Monica
opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut short by a deep
masculine voice. “When you finish giving each other orgasms, can I
have the Latin America folder, please?”
Jenny
froze mid-bite.
Monica
whipped her head around and looked between the desk’s legs. There
were more legs. Human legs. In crisp pants. And leather shoes. Alex’s
shoes.
Oh
crap!
She
rose very slowly and raised her eyes until she met his. Taking in as
much air as her lungs permitted, she blurted out—what else?—the
plain truth.
“Jenny’s
pregnant. And famished. I made a pie—”
“Tart!”
Jenny piped in.
Monica’s
eyes popped wide just as Alex’s narrowed. “Jenny craved the …
tart. I thought we shouldn’t eat the tart on the desk. So we ate it
under … it. Jenny liked the tart.” She gulped. “A lot,
apparently. Hence the … um … orgasmic comment.” There. She’d
said it. She hadn’t intended it to sound like a nursery rhyme—and
did she have to use the word tart so many times? And in the same
sentence with orgasmic?
Alex’s
expression was inscrutable. He looked down at Jenny then back at
Monica. “Can I have the Latin America file, please?” His tone was
exactly the same as if nothing she’d said had registered. She only
wished it were so.
Handing
him a red folder this time, she felt like swallowing again, but her
throat felt as dry as parched paper.
“The
meeting will be over soon. Can you make sure you have satisfied your
… tart cravings by then?” He angled a glance down at crouching
Jenny, who managed an awkward full-mouthed smile.
“Of
course,” Monica replied mechanically, then inwardly winced as she
understood the double entendre of his choice of words.
Alex
made a move to turn, then changed his mind and paused facing the
wall.
“And
congratulations … about the baby,” he said—to the wall
apparently— then walked into his office.
MM Jaye’s mother claims that she spoke her first word at the age of six. Months. As a kid she would record fairytales in her own voice, play them back and then re-record adjusting the pitch and tempo. Later, she used her voice to inspire young adults and teach them the art of translation. But there came a time when life took a turn for the worse, and her voice temporarily died out. That’s when she turned to writing. Fate Accompli is the first book in her Aegean Lovers series, set on the Greek island where her husband proposed. MM Jaye lives in Athens, Greece, with her husband, daughter and Kindle. Yes, it’s that important.
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