Scottsdale Heat: a romantic light-hearted murder mystery (Laura Black Mysteries Book 1) by B A Trimmer Page A

you had broken up with that loser?”
    “Well I am now, for good this time. I was telling Gina we had a date set up for tonight. He was going to take me to that amazing rotating restaurant at the top of the downtown Hyatt, the Compass Room . But he just called ten minutes ago to tell me he couldn’t make it. His wife got tickets to an opera at the Herberger Theatre for tonight and she had forgotten to tell him about it until today. He’s leaving me to sit home alone just so he won’t cause a scene at his house.”
    “But you knew he was married,” Gina said, in a motherly tone. “I would imagine this sort of thing is just going to happen from time to time.”
    “Well,” Sophie said, waving her finger a Gina. “That does it for me, epic fail. That man is a good-for-nothing lying piece of dog shi…” Sophie’s words trailed off. I looked at her. It’s not like Sophie not to finish her favorite insult.
    She was staring at the door to Lenny’s office. Her lips puckered and I heard her give a soft “Ooooohh.”
    I saw Gina glance over, then she give a little moan of pleasure. “Yummy.”
    I turned my head to see what was causing the commotion.
    There, in the doorway to Lenny’s office, stood a man. I saw he was looking directly at me through an expensive pair of tinted glasses. I saw his eyes going down to my feet and then slowly back up, stopping to linger over my boobs.
    That’s just great, I thought to myself. He’s staring at me like I’m a piece of meat.
    Who is this guy?
    He was somewhere in his mid-thirties and tall, well over six feet. He looked lean, solid, and strong. I turned towards him, taking him in. His hair was short and dark. His face was angular, his lips were full and sensuous, his expression was serious. His skin was the color of mocha and he was gorgeous. He reminded me of the former pro-wrestler, now actor, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. He was wearing a closely-tailored gray suit, black shirt, and metallic silver tie. His black shoes looked Italian and soft as butter. My eyes started back up from the shoes and I couldn’t help noticing the sizeable bulge of his package.
    Wow.
    I felt my face flush with heat.
    Get a hold of yourself .
    My eyes lingered a moment longer on the ample bulge. I felt my heart start to pound and my stomach did a flip-flop. I looked back up into the tinted glasses, wanting to see his eyes. I searched his face and then felt his eyes lock onto mine. The air between us seemed electric as he sized me up. He stared for a second longer and cracked a slight smile. He then slowly walked toward me.
    I seemed to enter into a dream world. The music faded into the distance and the lights seemed to dim. The only thing I could see was this man walking towards me. My libido, which had been awakened by my meeting with Reno, now kicked into high gear. The fluttery feelings in my stomach had now traveled south.
    Who is this guy?
    He stopped in front of me and looked down into my eyes. His face was calm, betraying no emotion. My face was hot, my breathing fast. He paused for a moment, then bent down and pressed his lips against mine.
    You bastard! I inwardly shouted. But then my outrage was slowly replaced by a wave of pleasure starting from his lips and washing over my entire body. My breathing stopped, the whole of my being was taken over by the mounting excitement. My lips took on a mind of their own as I began to kiss him back. He curled his arm around my waist and gently pulled me toward him. All thoughts of who might be watching faded as I slowly pressed myself against him. Even through the layers of clothing, I felt his body responding to mine. His tongue worked to seduce me, I felt helpless. The heat from his body was intense, taking me to a point I hadn’t experienced with a man in way too long. I was floating on a cloud of erotic passion. I didn’t even try to stop it. I let the sensations take me closer and closer, until I knew the moment was at hand.
    How could this