Choosing Hearts - The Fighter's Passion (Gritty, Explicit Romance Novel) (A Lusty Stand Alone Story) by Diana Quippley Page A

called out, making the three men turn around.
     
    “Ah, Angelo… so
good to see you again.” Vance’s thin lips curled into a wider smile on his fat
face. “How is Miss Lenora Devine?”
     
    “She is fine,
Vance.” Angelo replied tersely. “And she has accepted your offer.”
     
    “We had no doubts
about that.” O’Malley piped up.
     
    “Yes, but before
we go any further, she requests to meet with your fighter… in private.” The
slender young man in at the tight maroon suit nodded with an air of arrogance.
     
    “Lead the way,
kind sir.” Rogan eyed the man coldly. The man reminded Rogan of a reptile, the
kind he would like to crush underfoot.
     
    Angelo nodded and
set off briskly with Rogan following him. Vance had a big grin on his face, but
O’Malley sported a clouded look.
     
    “We’ve got it
made, Rippy.” The fat promoter clapped his hands. “And so has he, by the sound
of it.”
     
    “I’m not too sure
about this, Ed.” O’Malley nervously licked his lips. “Our boy’s not exactly
shown his need for the finer things in life… and you know what Lenora wants out
of this.”
     
    “Don’t sweat it,
short-stuff.” Vance laughed and turned to head for the bookies to collect.
“He’ll do want she wants.”
     
    O’Malley said
nothing more, silently watching the huge fighter walking away with Lenora
Devine’s assistant. They turned the corner and stepped into her private
elevator, moving out of his line of sight.
     
    “So where are you
from?” Angelo punched the elevator button and asked the brooding giant. “Not
from around here, I can tell.”
     
    “Ireland.” Rogan
replied impassively. “What does this Lenora Devine wish of me?”
     
    “Miss Devine.”
Angelo stressed. “Always likes to inspect her investment first hand. You know
she has paid near to a million for you.”
     
    “Aye, but I am yet
to see some of that wealth.” Rogan glared at the other man’s reflection in the
full length mirrored walls of the elevator.
     
    “Oh, you will, you
will.” The slender man stepped out of the elevator on the desired floor. “And
more - much more.”
     
    Rogan followed him
silently as they walked over a red carpeted floor. Angelo opened a large highly
polished wooden door and led him into a lavishly decorated office. He looked
around in awe.Even Duke Edenton was not in possession of such opulence.
     
    “Angelo darling,
what have you got for me?” A rich, lilting voice drew his attention to the
large table in the center of the room.  The view of the big city lit up at
night through the great window behind the speaker was spectacular.
     
    “Ah, Miss Devine.”
Angelo fawned. “I have here with me, Rogan the fighting Irishman.”
     
    “Milady.” Rogan
bowed low with one hand on his chest.
     
    “Oh, how
delightfully chivalrous.” The woman rising up from the chair laughed a shrill
silver-bell like chime.
     
    Rogan stood up
straight as she stepped up to him. She was older than him, but knew well to
conceal her age and appear younger. She wore a body fitting white dress lined
with silver and pearls, cut low in front to reveal the lush outer curves of her
full, rounded breasts. Her face was pleasant to behold, probably once naturally
beautiful, yet now relying on other means to retain that charm. Long slits down
the sides of her flowing gown revealed powerful shapely legs and wide flaring
hips. She had one of those a lit tobacco sticks in her slender fingers called
cigarettes and eyed him as if he were a hunk of beef at the butcher’s.
     
    “That will be all,
Angelo.” She purred, moving even closer to the tall warrior knight.
     
    The slender
assistant nodded and swiftly left without a backward glance. Rogan watched him
leave and turned his gaze back to her. She was almost a hair’s breath away from
him and he could feel the hot air as she blew smoke out of her lips and
nostrils.
     
    “You’re a big one,
aren’t you?” she said huskily.
     
    “So I’ve