Betrayal of the Dove - By Capri Montgomery Page 0,19
her in those strong, masculine hands and eat her all night long if he wanted to.
Whoa! She shook the thoughts from her head—or at least she tried to. Thank God he was going to be in that little ten by ten room all day and not out in her store because she wasn’t sure she could survive having to see him all day without pouncing on him. The man wasn’t even interested in her on that level. She was sure he wasn’t. She probably wasn’t his type either. He probably went for blonds, or bigger breasts, or taller, definitely taller. She wasn’t his type and she was sure of that, but that didn’t stop her from fantasizing about the man.
“You know, I’m going to head back down to the store and reopen. Just stick the dishes in the sink when you’re finished and I’ll wash them when I come up tonight.” She had already washed hers, but she couldn’t stick around up there and watch him eat just so she could wash his dishes when he finished. If she stayed she was likely to find herself inviting him over to her bed—and she just met the man!
“Are you in the habit of leaving strangers in your place alone?”
“No,” she said. “You would be the first,” she didn’t leave people upstairs alone at all. In fact, she really didn’t invite anybody up there either. Her ex, he had been the only one and at the time he wasn’t her ex, he was her current and they were having far too much fun in the bed for her to even think about leaving him alone. Her ex was pure stupidity on her part. Or at least she blamed herself. She should have known he was too perfect to be perfect. But she had never suspected that he was married. They were talking marriage themselves. She hadn’t told Eve that part of it when she ended up crying to her baby sister over the heartbreak. She had told her she was in love, but she hadn’t talked about the fact that she and the jerk-ex had been seriously talking marriage. He would hold her at night, telling her how he would find the perfect store in Salt Lake, buy it and set it up so she could run the store there. He would tell her that he knew it would be hard to leave, but once they got married he didn’t want her to be in Arizona while he was in Utah, and he couldn’t leave Salt Lake because his business wasn’t something he could permanently relocate away from. And the most pathetic part of it all, he had even set a date. “December of next year,” he had said. “We should be married by then, have a Salt Lake winter wedding with your family and my family, maybe on the side of a mountain…” He had planned it in his head, but he hadn’t exactly asked her in the exact words most people usually did, to marry him. But there she was, happy and excited and wanting this marriage. She was waiting to spring the news on her family until it was official, the ring was on her finger, the hall was booked and he had actually come out and asked, not just told her they were getting married the following year. Then she found out he was already married. That had been the crushing blow to her desire to have romantic relationships.
She had closed her shop for the Fourth of July weekend. That was a fool move because summers were busy and holidays were even busier, but she wanted to see him. She wanted to be with him for the fireworks. So she closed up shop, packed a bag, booked a room and figured she would surprise him in Salt Lake. Yeah, there was a surprise all right—only she was the one being surprised when she was two steps into his office while his wife was kissing him goodbye at the reception desk.
At first, she thought Berry was just cheating on her with some tall, leggy, completely gorgeous raven haired goddess, but then she saw the ring on her finger, and the look in the receptionist’s eyes as if she knew exactly what was going on, and Alyssa knew he wasn’t cheating on her, he was cheating on his wife with her. The look on his face had been one of surprise as well, but also silent pleading that she would