Gemini_writes

Deandra Sparks wasn't immune to arrogant male energies especially when it came to a powerful one like this one in front of her. She had read about Andrè Rossi and seen most of his pictures but seeing him in person, she felt she should sue all those photographers for not doing justice to his great beauty. 

Damn. The guy was hot as hell!

He was saying something but Dee was not listening. Her lips fell slightly open as she followed the trail of his lips on the back of her hand. 

  How would those lips feel on hers?

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Andrè Rossi the son of one of America's most influential businessmen, Lukas Rossi, woke up to see a false publication on the media by his ex-girlfriend, accusing him of rape. And now his distraught father whose greatest fear was a bad family reputation had sought to hire the service of a media revamper that would help erase the scandal that his son had plunged them into.

What happens when the feisty, masochist article writer Deandra Sparks comes into the picture? 

Will her flame burn the infamous New York award-winning Casanova? 

Is she willing to quench this fire in him?

And what happens when she is in a struggle between yielding to his soft touches and keeping to her resolution of not mixing business with pleasure?

Alpha King's Tequila

The night wore on very fast that soon, Deandra forgot her initial worries, to be replaced by fun and of course...the man called Andre. To an extent he was mysterious. He wasn't like every other guy she has met before. 


Now, this was what she despised most; a man that seemed mysterious. Particularly when she was supposed to know everything about the said man.


She thought she could handle this, but it appears with every day Andre seems to be making her do things she never thought she could dare with a client, leaving her seeing possibilities and thinking of ways to make this possible.


What exactly? For one, Andre could be trying to play with her. Toy with her. That's what he is known for in the city, wasn't it?


A hand landed under her lap on the table and she jerked up instantly, exhaling a sharp intake of breath only to close her eyes in embarrassment and tried to settle back from the abrupt sensation that shot through her at the touch of Andre on her.


The makeout