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 wasn't feeling well on the plane, my head was spinning and I started getting cold sweats halfway through our journey. It was a short flight and I was already missing Barcelona. I loved the sun, the parties and wild fun and no moody Dexter that could make me crazy. We hadn't been on many holidays because of his demanding work schedule. He knew how to spoil me, but he didn't have to work that hard. We both earned enough to enjoy ourselves.


He woke me up with breakfast in bed very early this morning. Last night I had drunk at least four glasses of sangria and then I danced, until Dexter insisted on going back to the room. My head was banging, and on top of that, I had a dodgy tummy. I didn't say anything to Dexter; he was already in one of his moods. The holiday was over. Now it was the time to get back to reality.


Chapter 38