Royal Trouble by Becky McGraw

thing Leigh Ann wasn't, it was cheap. 
    Leigh Ann hadn't made many decisions for herself in her life, but this one was going to be easy.  She didn't need anyone else to help her make it either.  She needed to get away from Wes Jepson as fast as her feet would carry her.  The man might be good looking, but he was just mean.  Something his ex-wife had done to him, had probably ruined him for life, and Leigh Ann was just the unlucky person he took it out on.
    Well, no more.  She wasn't anyone's whipping post.
    Tonight, she had a little hope in the back of her mind that they would get to know each other a little better personally, which would make them working together easier.  All it had done was burst the bubble on her thoughts that the sexy vet was as nice as he was good looking.  That they could be friends.  Roxanne was his friend, and seemed to care about him.  Leigh Ann had been looking forward to developing that same kind of relationship with him.                That wasn't happening. 
    In fact, after tonight, she didn't see how she could possibly stay at Jepson Vet Clinic.  He would just have to find someone else, maybe a male, to be his assistant.
    The bathroom door swung inward forcefully.  Leigh Ann gasped and turned away from the mirror.  Grabbing her purse off of the back of the sink, she kept her head tucked as she walked toward a stall.  The last thing she wanted was someone to see how upset she was.  She grabbed the handle of the stall door, just as someone put a hand on her shoulder.  It wasn't a feminine hand, but a big mitt of a hand that dug into her skin.
    "Leigh Ann, wait," Wes said softly, his voice gravelly.  Leigh Ann stopped and stood stock still, then jerked her shoulder from his grasp.
    "Go away, Wes," she said trying to shore up the trembling in her voice.
    "I need to talk to you."
    "I think you said all that needs to be said, except goodbye," Leigh Ann replied, pulling on the stall door.  She was surprised when he turned away, and she used the opportunity to step inside the stall and shut the door.  Her hand was shaking too badly to lock it, so she just stepped up on the toilet seat to sit on the back.  The cool porcelain chilled the back of her legs, but they would never be as cold as her heart right now.
    Leigh Ann held her breath waiting for the door to open again, so she would know he left.  Instead she heard a metallic clicking sound, then heavy footsteps that stopped right in front of the stall.  Her heart sped up as she stared at the shiny black boots visible underneath the door.  She scrambled off of the toilet and grabbed for the lock, at the same time the door opened, and she fell right into Wes Jepson's arms.  Pushing against his chest to free herself, Leigh Ann struggled until his arms had closed around her like steel bands.
    "Let me go," she demanded, her hands curling into fists on the front of his shirt.
    "You asked what my problem was?" his voice was like smooth dark chocolate, as he leaned closer to her ear.  Wes's hand moved to the back of her skull and he yanked her hair so she had to look up at him.  His eyes were wild mossy green pools, as he admitted, "This is my problem," right before his lips closed over hers and she felt like she was falling. 
    Her fists closed in the material of his shirt and a tremor moved through her body.  His heart was beating double-time against the side of her fists, and Leigh Ann clung to him as her weak knees gave out. 
    It was too much, this was too much.  And she was mad at him, hurt. 
    She shouldn't be kissing him, but god it felt so good.  Her senses were overwhelmed by his heady scent, by the electricity sizzling every nerve in her body.  Leigh Ann had kisses before, plenty of them, but none compared to this.  This man knew how to kiss, and she wasn't about to end it, before she had enjoyed every last ounce of pleasure he had to give her. 
    When he finally pulled back from her, he didn't release