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

"Here is the key to your room, Mr Tyndall. I hope you enjoy your stay," the receptionist said, winking at Dexter. What the hell was wrong with her? Did she not see that he was with me? Dexter still had his hand in my knickers, so I couldn't make a sound. When he finally pulled his hand away, the muscles in my stomach tightened and I groaned silently. I felt like I needed a slap. My knickers clung to my soaking-wet pussy.


Chapter 19