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Category: Erotica
Description: Melissa Tanner has spent her adult life in search of Mr. Right. After committing herself to a weekend of banking seminars, with her biggest concern being how to stay awake through them, she literally runs into her next prospect at the airport. Can the boring weekend be saved and turned into a wild ride with Mr. Right? Or will he just end up being another Mr. Right-Now?
eBook Publisher: Freya's Bower/Freya's Bower, 2007 2007
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [68 KB]
Words: 12758
Reading time: 36-51 min.

"Toni Sue Versteeg has offered up another wonderful story...snippy dialog...real, honest characterizations...a believable, wonderful heroine..." ~ 4.5 Hobbes from Jennifer McKenzie; "unrestrained passion... I was astounded by how well Ms. VerSteeg writes the passion...thrill ride like no other..." ~ 4 Coffee Cups from Krista, Coffee Time Reviews; "very fast paced and exciting... T. Sue VerSteeg packs a punch in this quick read..." ~ 4 Angels from Chris P., Fallen Angels Reviews

CHAPTER ONE

The weekend started just like any other in her boring, predictable life. The alarm clock shattered yet another dream of Mr. Right just as he was shedding his cumbersome undies, and ushered in the final workday of the week. Fridays always shone hope into her mundane existence with the promise of an exciting two days of fun, or at the very least, a break from 9 to 5 banking life. Generally, Melissa had a group of friends that hung out at the local nightclub together, which provided a brief reprieve from boredom, while knocking out several thousand brain cells in the process.

This left her feeling like she was completely missing out on the meaning of life. Sure, there was the occasional male distraction, but very few that held her attention past midnight on Saturday. Shallow men, completely caught up in their own life, and their own reflection, were about all that frequented her usual haunt. College boys, pretty boys, momma's boys, Melissa had dated a few in each category, and lost interest with most of them shortly thereafter. Several dates had blossomed into promising relationships, some had even lead to great sex, but none had been her Mr. Right.

Where is my perfect man?

Melissa slid languidly from her bed and stared over her shoulder at the rumpled satin sheets as she walked to the bathroom.

At least I know where he should be.

Leaning against the sink, she ran her hand through a mess of auburn curls. She paused and stared defiantly at her own reflection in the vanity mirror. Her delicate, porcelain features betrayed the harsh pout on her face. She had been told before that she was beautiful when she was angry, not that she believed it. Normally, it was a ploy to separate her from her panties, and it didn't go over well with Melissa. Some of her friends were easy marks for a sweet-talker, but she prided herself on knowing a phony when he first opened his mouth.

Melissa pushed herself away from the mirror and finished her morning routine. She pulled the second silky stocking up her leg and attached it to the garter belt under her black skirt. Warmth pooled in her belly. Satiny materials always led her mind to pleasures of the flesh. Glancing at the time on her bedside killjoy, she realized there was no time to crawl back into bed. Sliding her sandals on haphazardly, Melissa grabbed her purse and rushed out the front door.

The workday wore on slowly; the sluggish ticking of the clock teased her nearly as much as the satin lining of her skirt against her bare upper thighs.

"Melissa!" The loud thunderous voice of her boss jolted her from her reverie and brought her instantly to her feet. "Well, if I had known that sneaking up and surprising you was the way to get your respect, I'd have done it a lot sooner." His jovial laugh undercut his tone, replacing the shocked expression with a smile on Melissa's face.

"Mr. Burkhart, you scared the daylights out of me."

"Caught you daydreaming, didn't I? Don't go trying to deny it." His words were still laced with humor and his handsome, dark eyes smiled at her.

"Busted, I suppose." Melissa laughed and ran a nervous hand through her hair. "What brings you into the mortgage department today?"

"I have a surprise for you. Another surprise, actually." Mr. Burkhart laughed heartily at his own joke at Melissa's expense. "Sharon, in commercial lending, called in sick this morning and that leaves an extra place open at the convention in Kansas City. Are you up to filling her shoes this weekend?"

Melissa's head swam while she weighed her options quickly before she answered. The convention would more than likely be one boring seminar after another, not to mention that she would have to put up with that snot, Lindsay Roland. On the other hand, it would be a free flight and hotel room for two nights. The bank was notorious for sparing no expense on these things. Remembering that Theresa, one of her lunch-friends from the bank, was going made her final decision easier. At least she would know someone; they might even be able to find some trouble to get into tonight before the 'fun' started the next day.

"Sure. I'd love to go." Shaking Mr. Burkhart's sweaty hand made her thankful that he would not be attending this particular function. That, his wedding band, and the fact that Lindsay would never allow it, was enough to make him an easy check off of her list of potential Mr. Rights.

"Well, you'd better get home and pack if you plan on making the flight with the rest of them." Mr. Burkhart handed Melissa her plane ticket and hotel information. "Be sure to save your receipts, you will be reimbursed for meals and other expenses."

Melissa made it back to her apartment in record time and packed in a blur. Her trip to the airport was nearly as quick, but lugging her suitcase, purse and computer bag from the parking lot to the check in gate proved to be a bit more harrowing.

Theresa greeted her with a smile and a helpful hand just inside the terminal. Her well-tailored, blue signature suit set off her golden locks. "Let me help you." She graciously grabbed her computer bag off of her suitcase, making Melissa's load bearable.

The line to the ticket counter was long enough for Melissa to run to the Ladies room. Nature had been calling her since before she had left work.

"Can you watch my things? I need to use the little girl's room."

Theresa nodded and blushed, making Melissa think twice about finding any kind of trouble with her unless massive amounts of alcohol were involved.

Note to self: start Theresa drinking on the plane.

Shaking her head, Melissa spun around to leave and walked squarely into Mr. Right ... or, at the very least, Mr. Right-now. Her hands flew out to stop the impending collision and came into contact with some of the most impeccable 'pecs' she had ever had the pleasure of touching, or in this case, groping. Slowly she tore her gaze from the dark purple shirt that encased the man meat, and turned her embarrassed gaze to his stunning hazel eyes. Suddenly she was very aware of his hands around her arms, steadying her.

"I ... I ... I'm sorry about this." Her timid words seemed foreign to her own ears. Normally, Melissa was self-confident enough to talk to anyone, but she felt like she was breaking new ground with Tall-Dark-and-Handsome. Their gazes locked.

"Melissa!"

Theresa's worried voice broke the spell and Melissa turned to see what she needed. Her friend tapped her Gucci encased toes while frantically pointing at the check in counter and Melissa's luggage. They were next in line.

"Looks like it's your turn for a body cavity search." Her mystery man's words had been a joke, but the sound of his voice drizzled inside her like warm honey. His hands slid slowly and lightly down the length of her arms, sending another wave of warmth through her body.

"You wouldn't happen to be the person doing them, would you?" The bold, witty response was out of her mouth before she had the chance to run it through her common sense.

A devious smile slid across his face, revealing the cutest dimples she had ever seen. "If only I could be that lucky."