![]() Ask Me Nicely
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Commotion from the hallway drew her attention away from her phone call. What the hell? Only she, Alexander and two real estate agents were currently in the office. “What’s going on over there,” Ariana asked. “I’m not sure.” With a knot forming in Harper’s stomach, she cautiously approached her office door to investigate. Feeling uneasy, she glanced down the hallway toward the office entrance and her jaw dropped. FBI agents, some dressed in plain clothes wearing navy blue jackets with “FBI” emblazoned on their backs and others wearing Kevlar vests, also displaying those three imposing letters on their chests, and carrying assault weapons, were storming into Alexander’s corporate offices. Harper’s gut clenched, and an icy chill ran down her spine. “Oh, my God. The FBI is raiding our office.” “What? The FBI? Why?” Bethany’s surprise and confusion matched Harper’s, and she trembled, unsure of what to do. She needed to speak with Alexander. He would know what was going on and what to do. The raid had to be a mistake. There was no other explanation. “What have you gotten yourself in to, Harper?” Harper startled, taking a moment to register who was cussing her out. Spencer D’Angelo, Ariana’s older brother. He had never liked her and for the life of her, she didn’t know why. And because of his animosity toward her, she disliked him right back. Unfortunately for Harper, her traitorous body hadn’t received the memo. Spencer’s deep, confident, arrogant tone never failed to arouse her. Heat consumed her, pulsing through her veins at the most inopportune moment. “I haven’t done anything wrong Spence,” Harper shot back. Why had Ariana gotten Spencer? The situation, although not her fault, wouldn’t do anything to improve his opinion of her. Not that she cared what Spencer thought of her. Not very much. “It’s Spencer for Pete’s sake.” Harper knew what his name was. It bothered him when she called him Spence – so she did and had for years, just to mess with him. Cocky, egotistical, sexy Italian. Lust and frustration warred inside her. Get it together, Harper. We don’t even like each other. And now is not the time. ![]()
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