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'm sorry, Jenny-what did you just say?" I asked, barely forming a coherent sentence.


"We didn't have sex. I was embarrassed that you weren't all that into it, but I knew that there was a smartphone in the room, recording me," she added, blushing.


I swallowed hard, wondering if this shit was happening for real, that I was being saved by some supernatural force. Someone upstairs must really fucking like me. Victoria paled and I was looking straight at Jenny, wanting and praying that her tale was real and I hadn't gone ahead with fucking her.


"Tell us what happened exactly," I said gently.


"You were dozing off, and your... you know, instrument wasn't working, so I told you to pretend," Jenny said, dropping her gaze to the floor. I was ready to embrace her, but I knew that it wouldn't look right, so I forced myself to stay still. For the first time in my life, I was glad that my cock hadn't worked the way it was supposed to.


Chapter 35