A cocky Scot, an innocent pole dancer and a penthouse apartment with a view. What could go wrong?

To escape her difficult past Sasha jumps into an opportunity of managing the sale of the stylish,up market apartment.All of this sounds like a dream, but no one has ever mentioned the arrogant, mouthy Scottish god that lives next door. The problem is that Dexter isn't just good looking, he is also a fist-clenching, heart-pounding, fervent hot man, who makes her heart flutter uncontrollably. She hates his cock-sure attitude.With the talent, of melting women's panties off at a glance, he thinks he can have Sasha too. Well, he couldn't be more wrong. Sasha would rather eat dirt than sleep with him. He vows not to fall for her, but their scorching attraction proves impossible to ignore...

On the Edge is created by Joanna Mazurkiewicz, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author. 

On the Edge

We were trying to pull skeletons out of each other's closets. I sensed hesitation and possibly fear in Barbie's eyes, but I was fucking curious to know who the fuck made her stop training. This was why I never did dinner, diving straight to sex. This way I could avoid all the awkward moments. No one fucking knew that my father was weak and he took his own life. Those deep emotions killed him, and that's why I was doing everything I could to avoid them.


I liked the way she was going all shy on me when I talked about what I could do to her. Maybe I was turning into a total pussy, but I wanted an answer. Before I had a chance to press her further, she got up and walked away. She wasn't wearing any shoes and I nearly fell off the chair when she bent down and presented her fucking ass to me with glimpses of a red thong. I lost my shit then and in an instant I forgot what we were talking about.


Chapter 12