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

been
told.” He nodded, well aware that her intentions were at par with so many of
the fairer sex back in Kirk Falls and the other regions in his time.
     
    “Irish, they also
say… and with that sexy accent,” She traced a slender well manicured finger
along the underside of his dense pectoral muscle. “I like big men who know to
fight. And you are the best fighter I have ever seen in my ten years in this
shitty business.”
     
    “I am honored,
milady.” He nodded slowly.
     
    “Call me Lena and
you can knock off the act.” She smiled, heading back to her desk, swaying her
full hips as she walked. “I’ve heard about this amnesia thing that’s been going
around about you and I don’t buy it. You’ve got a past to hide and I couldn’t
care less.”
     
    “I was told that
you are a queen, Lena?” Rogan asked skeptically.
     
    “A queen?” She
laughed that silvery chime again as she walked back to him with a slender glass
of bubbling drink. “Yes, I might as well be one. With the kind of power I have
now, I can get anything I want.”
     
    Rogan was
confused, but didn’t show it. This was a strange world he found himself in and
playing along was the best chance he had. But it was clear that this Lenore
Devine was interested in more than his fighting skills and he didn’t want
anything to hinder his chance of finding his way back home - back to his
beloved Alicia. He accepted the strange drink she offered him and took a sip of
the mild liquid. It made his throat even dryer than it had been.
     
    “Strong silent
type, I see.” Lenore went on as she circled around him, her hands now freely
roaming over his broad shoulders and thick arms. “I love a man of action. Talkers
easily bore me.”
     
    “Fighting is all I
know.” Rogan said, narrowing his bright green eyes.
     
    “And you’re a
master at it.” She touched the little amulet on his chest. “That’s why you’re
here with me. I can take you to places you could have never been to with Vance
and those little rabble rousers.  I’ve grown rich promoting men like you and I
can make you richer than you have ever dreamt of.”
     
    “When is the next
fight?” Rogan began to feel her proximity getting a bit uncomfortable.
     
    “Not for a while.”
She slipped her hands down his back and rested them on his granite like
buttocks, sighing at the sensation. “Right now, I have something else in mind
for you.”
     
    “I understand your
need, woman.” Rogan steeled himself. “Yet I am not one to fill it.”
     
    “What do you
mean?” She sounded genuinely perplexed.
     
    “I have not the
need for what you offer right now.” His voice was as cold as ice.
     
    “I know you want
me. I can feel it.” She slid her hands across his hips and grasped at his
crotch. “Man, you’re really big.”
     
    Rogan flinched,
pushing her away. “I beseech you, Lena. I have not the intent for this.”
     
    “For crying out
loud, no man has ever pushed me away.” She cried in astonishment. “Are you gay,
Irishman?”
     
    “Gaiety has no
claim on me.” The big man shook his head slowly. “But I cannot say more other
than I have no requirement for the pleasures of the flesh. I only seek my way
back home.”
     
    “Well, this is
kind of a deal breaker.” Devine fumed and grabbed her mink coat off the back of
the chair, donning it swiftly. “I’ve never been so humiliated, coming across as
a bitch in heat to a man I barely know.”
     
    “I was not made
aware of this bargain, milady.” Rogan raised his hand in apology. “I must take
my leave now.”
     
    “Yes, you need
to.” The flustered woman grabbed her phone. “It seems you and I have both been
given a raw deal and Eddie Vance will now know the risk of toying with this
hellcat.”
     
    Rogan swiftly
bowed and turned to leave. He didn’t wait to see what she was doing with the
strange communication device she was holding to her ear and pressing her
fingers down on another device on the