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

I instantly smelled a strong odour of weed coming from the kitchen and living room. Dexter was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. I spotted a joint on the table with a half-empty bottle of whisky. I guessed he must have drunk quite a bit already.


I shouldn't really have cared about him and his well-being. As he'd pointed out several times, it was just sex between us, but after this morning I couldn't stay away. I was concerned that he was mixing too many unregulated medications just for the sake of it, causing more damage than good to himself.


"What are you doing here, Sasha?" he asked. I was expecting him to be his usual self, acting superior like this morning, but his question was quiet and guarded.


Chapter 17