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The sweetest surrender
Casual comes easy to Angela Brown. Her three-dates-max rule lets her have fun without getting burned again. But now Cameron Stewart is back in her life. The high-flying corporate lawyer is the one man who answers a deep need within her. No woman could resist his hot, sultry, sensual assault?and Angela doesn't intend to try. She just won't let it go beyond the physical.
It's not enough for Cam to get Angela into his bed. ...
The sweetest surrender
Casual comes easy to Angela Brown. Her three-dates-max rule lets her have fun without getting burned again. But now Cameron Stewart is back in her life. The high-flying corporate lawyer is the one man who answers a deep need within her. No woman could resist his hot, sultry, sensual assault—and Angela doesn't intend to try. She just won't let it go beyond the physical.
It's not enough for Cam to get Angela into his bed. They're perfect for each other, and he's sure she knows it, too. And when she's evasive, Cam's persuasive, chipping away at her defenses. One tender, soulful seduction at a time, he'll coax her out of her shell—and into his waiting, loving arms .
Cameron Stewart's pupils dilated happily when his eyes focused on Angela Brown—the beautiful woman he had been thinking a lot about lately. She was standing alone across the room looking somewhat bored. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks that she appeared dateless and made his move. An assured stride carried him determinedly toward Angela, fingers grabbing a drink along the way.
They had met at Alesha and Derrick's wedding. Derrick was his best friend, and Alesha was Angela's. He'd been meaning to ask her out for quite some time; however, both of their lives had been extremely crazy for far too long, so it had never happened. They had occasionally seen each other—as they were doing now—at Alesha and Derrick's house, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to get to know her better, and he intended to make that happen right now.
At thirty-seven, he'd had his fill of dating superficial, money-hungry little girls. He wanted a real woman, and unless his keen lawyer ability to read people had deserted him, Angela fit that bill to a T. From speaking with Alesha and from his own observations, he knew Angela was an accomplished nurse who was dedicated to her career. She was also a wonderful friend and a genuinely nice lady who cared about people. She was just what the doctor ordered, and he intended to happily take his medicine like a good little boy.
"Why, Angela Brown, I didn't expect to see you here tonight, but I'm glad I did." At his statement, Angela turned from the appetizer tray to face him. "Hello."
"Hi, Cam." Angela smiled, and what a beautiful smile it was. "How are you?"
"Much better now that I'm seeing you again."
"Flatterer." Her smile brightened, nearly knocking his socks off.
"Just stating a fact, ma'am." Eyes slowly drifted over her from head to toe. Lord, she was wearing the hell out of her sleeveless little black dress. "You look beautiful tonight."
"Thanks." She eyed his designer navy suit and returned his compliment, "You look good, too."
"Having a good time?" At his question, she glanced around the room and shrugged.
"Not really. This isn't exactly my cup of tea." At his questioning expression, she elaborated, "Alesha pleaded with me to come. She wanted to have at least one friend to seek refuge with once Derrick started talking politics."
"Oh, I see." Cam laughed. "I'm glad she browbeat you into coming."
A smile played about her full lips. "And why is that?"
"Because I've been thinking about you lately—a lot."
"You have?" A perfectly arched brow rose in surprise.
"What do you mean, why?"
"I think that's a fair question." She chuckled. "We haven't seen each other in quite some time."
"That's why I've been thinking about you." Cam grinned and added, "It's way past time we had a bona fide date. So what do you say, gorgeous?" He treated her to a smile designed to melt any resistance. "Will you go out with me?"
"We've gone out before, Cam," Angela reminded him, sipping her tonic and lime. "About six months ago, if memory serves."
"With Alesha and Derrick in tow." His distasteful expression elicited a soft laugh from her. "I'm talking about you and me." He paused for emphasis and stressed,
"We're alone right now." A well-manicured hand indicated the secluded corner of the crowded room they occupied. "Aren't we?"
"This doesn't count."
"Why not?" Angela placed a hand on a shapely hip, inviting his eyes to feast on her perfect curves.
"Because we didn't come together and—" Cam glanced around the room until his eyes locked on their hosts across the room "—because our best friends are hovering around in the background watching us, even though they're pretending not to."
Angela followed his gaze to where Alesha and Derrick stood, covertly glancing at them from time to time. She laughed and drawled, "They do seem interested in us, don't they?"
"Mmm-hmm." Cam nodded and grinned. "I can practically see the matchmaking wheels turning in their heads."
Angela suddenly frowned. "I hope not."
Cam's eyes refocused on her. "Is the thought of being set up with me so distasteful?"
"I didn't mean it like that," she said quickly. "Any woman would consider herself lucky to go out with you."
"Thanks." Cam smiled, took a step closer and smoothly replied, "I'm not interested in any woman, though. I only want to go out with you."
"Cam, you don't know anything about me," she said softly.
"That's what I'm trying to remedy." He winked, and a smile played about her tempting lips.
"I'll bet you were a handful growing up."
"That's what my mom says," he admitted with a grin. "Dance with me."
"There's no music," she informed him, and his grin widened.
Please, like I'd let a little detail like that dissuade me. "I'll sing."
She arched an eyebrow. "Can you sing?"
"I can carry a tune," he promised, placing a hand on her waist. "Care to try me?"
His eyes zeroed in on the rapidly beating pulse in her neck, and he smiled. Good, he did affect her. For a moment, he thought she was going to take him up on his offer, but then she shook her head and stepped back. He reluctantly allowed his hand to drop to his side.
"Maybe another time," she responded a little breathlessly.
"I'll hold you to that," he promised. "So how about it?" She blinked. "How about what?"
"Go out with me," Cam reiterated his previous request. "I don't think so."
"Don't you think it's about time we see if this spark between us will f lame?" He heard, saw and felt her quickly indrawn breath at his suggestive statement.
"Speaking of the time, I think I've done my duty for tonight." She skillfully avoided answering his question. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to say good-night to Derrick and Alesha. I have to be at the hospital very early tomorrow."
"May I take you home?"
"No, thanks, I have my car."
"That's a pity." He sighed heavily, and she smiled.
"It's okay." He took a step closer, watching her gorgeous eyes constrict at his proximity. "But just so you know, I'm not giving up until you agree to go out with me, Angela."
"No." A smile played about her mauve-colored lips that begged to be kissed. "I'm sure you won't."
"Do you want me to?" He studied her carefully as she mulled over his question—a question that really wasn't a difficult one to answer. Her hesitation both intrigued him and gave him hope. "Well?"
"I like you, Cam," she slowly admitted. "But I'm afraid my plate is entirely too full right now to add anything else to it."
"But you still have to eat." His eyes slowly raked over her, and his hands longed to do the same. "Don't you?"
Confusion lit up her expressive eyes as if she didn't know exactly how to respond to his question. Good, he had her off balance. Taking advantage of that fact, he moved in closer and trailed a finger down her bare arm, watching her closely the entire time. He felt the shiver that ran through her, heard the soft gasp that escaped from her slightly parted lips and witnessed the noticeable darkening of her brown eyes. She wasn't as indifferent as she would have him believe.
There was definitely something between them, and the time was finally ripe to explore it. He hadn't aggressively pursued her when they first met a year ago because frankly he hadn't had the time to devote to wooing her the way she deserved. However, that wasn't the case anymore. His commitment to Derrick's senatorial campaign was fulfilled, and his successful law firm was sailing along smoothly, which left him free to cultivate his personal life—and he was itching to see if Angela Brown would be a good fit in said personal life.
"I " Angela shook her head as if to clear it and took a step away from him. "It was good seeing you again." Her voice was breathless and made his skin tingle with excitement.
"You, too." He grasped her hand, almost groaning at the feel of her soft skin against his, and brought it to his lips. "I look forward to our next encounter, which will be soon, if I have my way."
She tilted her head to the side, studying him as if she was trying to figure out what to do with him. He had a few ideas he would love to share with her. The thought coerced a wicked grin from him.
"Good night, Cam." She arched an eyebrow when his grip tightened on her hand before reluctantly releasing it.
"Good night." He smiled and watched her walk across the room, then say a few words to Derrick and Alesha before heading for the door. She paused, seemed to wage a silent battle and then turned and stared at him. Everything stopped as their eyes met and held for a few electric seconds that seemed like hours. Then she broke eye contact and walked out of the room, taking the light with her.
She was like a breath of fresh air, and he had been deprived of oxygen for far too long. His smile widened, and he rubbed a hand across his bald head before scratching his hair-covered chin. What a beautiful, intriguing woman Angela Brown was. He felt more alive than he had in a long time after being in her presence, and he couldn't wait until he saw her again.
He felt ridiculously happy and almost giddy from their impromptu meeting, which had him planning his next move. He grinned widely. Oh yeah, it was definitely on.
Cam shifted the gears of his apple-red Corvette as the car ate up the road. His fingers lovingly caressed the leather-covered steering wheel. He adored this car and found himself wishing he was on the open road so that he could really let her go. However, cognizant of the fact that he was traveling through city streets, he reduced his speed to acceptable levels before coming to a halt at a red light.
He couldn't wait to get to George Washington University Hospital. There was a gorgeous nurse there with whom he had special business. He grinned as he thought of Angela. She'd be surprised to see him, but he had meant what he said to her a few nights ago—now that the craziness in both their lives had settled down, he had every intention of getting to know her better because he felt alive in her presence, and he was now convinced that she felt the strong attraction between them, too.
He planned on persuading her to have dinner with him—even if it was just cafeteria food. He had done some checking and knew she was on duty tonight, and unable to suppress the need to see her right now, here he was, prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice and eat hospital food if it meant he could spend some time with her.
Wow, he really did like her.
He chuckled as the light turned green and his foot depressed the accelerator. He had barely moved when out of the corner of his left eye, he saw a black blur speeding toward him. Turning his head, his eyes widened as a car barreled through the red light.
He tried to maneuver out of the vehicle's destructive path but was unsuccessful as it collided with his, side-swiping him. He cursed while turning the wheel, trying to right his suddenly out-of-control car.
The entire accident only took seconds that stretched out like interminable minutes. The sounds of crunching, grinding twisted metal, tires screeching, and exploding glass filled his ears as his car went into a tailspin. He frantically tried to control the spinning vehicle, but despite his best efforts, it hit something hard; the airbag deployed, blocking his vision, and then blackness enveloped him.
Angela Brown walked through the busy halls of George Washington University Hospital toward the emergency room feeling right at home. If there was one place she loved more than the operating room, it was the E.R. with its continuous beehive of activity. She absently ran fingers through her short dark brown, almost black, hair before checking the pockets of her baby-blue scrubs for her watch, which she found and placed on her right wrist. She was on her way to lead the triage team and had no sooner made it into the treatment area when EMS personnel wheeled in a gurney upon which lay an immobile man dressed in an expensive designer suit, whose face was obscured by an oxygen mask.
"What's the story?" Angela studied the papers handed to her while the other team members transferred the man to the treatment table.
"Motor vehicle collision," one of the EMS workers answered. "Restrained driver. Airbag deployed."
"How long has he been unconscious?"
"A few minutes maybe—since we arrived at the scene. Looks like he hit the steering wheel or the dashboard pretty hard."
"So you couldn't get a history from him."
Angela nodded before turning her attention to her staff. "Is Dr. Donnelly on the way?" At the nod from one of the nurses, she said, "Let's get started on routine labs and exam, Sheila. I'm sure Dr. Donnelly will order a CT head, spine series, chest X-ray and abdominal series."
Angela helped Sheila remove the patient's designer suit jacket before she pulled his oxygen mask off and let out a shocked gasp. Cam Stewart! It couldn't be, but it was. She'd know that handsome face anywhere—especially since it had only been a couple of days since she had last seen him.
"Angela?" Sheila touched her arm. "Are you all right?"
"What?" She tore her eyes away from Cam's unusually impassive face to stare into her friend's questioning gaze. "Yes, I'm fine."
"Do you know him?"
"Maybe you should let someone else—"
"No!" The single word was spoken more forcefully than she intended. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she said, "I'm fine, Sheila."
"If you two are involved—"
"We're not. He's the best friend of Alesha's husband," Angela further explained, referencing their former co-worker.
"Oh, I see." Sheila nodded, satisfied with her explanation. "Well, let's take good care of him, then."
"Absolutely," Angela agreed. She needed to call Alesha and Derrick, but first things first. She snapped back into emergency mode and did her job, saying a silent prayer hoping Cam would be all right.
Posted October 18, 2014