Taste of Pleasure. Lisa Renee Jones

      He turned and sauntered away, a sexy swagger to his hips, her heart racing with his every step. He reached for the door, and glanced over at her. “You should live a little dangerously tonight,” he said. “Try the Cake Batter Deluxe.”

      And then he was gone, tempting her in all kinds of dangerous ways.

      Chapter Two

      It was Saturday, nearly a week after her Ryan encounter, and Sarah was at her home away from home—her father’s desk at the Delight’s corporate office. Long hours were necessary if she intended to turn the company around. She wasn’t going to let a week of discouraging financial reports get her down. Though the fantasies of Ryan, which were hot, wet, melting fantasies she could conjure both in her bedroom and in the boardroom, were becoming a serious problem. The company was in trouble and she, its only hope of survival, kept fantasizing about her biggest competitor. Naked. She kept imagining Ryan naked. With her. But then, her fantasies of Ryan were easier to forgive than her inability to change the reality of a company that needed a miracle. No amount of spending limits, staff cuts she didn’t want to make, or creative cash flow would change that fact.