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French Quarter Flirt by Melissa Chambers
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French Quarter Flirt by Melissa Chambers
He’s New Orleans ’biggest player. She just needs to control the game.
When Garrett Broussard is caught dipping Savannah Sanderson on the dancefloor of the Mardi Gras ball, they’re mistaken for a romantic couple and asked to attend a formal dinner that could boost Savannah’s career. Garrett capitalizes on the opportunity, trading a date for a date—he’ll attend the formal dinner if she’ll help him get his boss, who wants to set Garrett up with his daughter, off his back.
It’s a weekend trip, and they’ll have to share a room to make the fake relationship seem legit. He can handle it. He’ll just sweep the little crush he’s had on her all these years under the rug and pretend she’s not hot at all walking around in that oversized Saints T-shirt and no shorts.
Savannah is at her wits ’end with Garrett Broussard. He shamelessly flirts with her but never puts his money where his mouth is. She highly suspects that if she took him up on his empty advances, he’d cower like a shaking Chihuahua. She has half a mind to put him to the test on this upcoming weekend trip, but she knows better than to play with fire when it comes to a Broussard brother. She just has to make it through the weekend without letting New Orleans ’biggest flirt trample her heart.
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He started to walk away, but she took him by the biceps. They were becoming familiar with one another’s bodies with the dancing and the feigning of their relationship. “What do you want? Pretend all obstacles are out of your way. You can have anything you want. What is it?”
He searched her eyes, concentrating on her hard. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him this serious. She knew he had the potential to be serious, because he was a lawyer. But the Garrett she knew was all fun and games pretty much all the time. This Garrett was new to her. This Garrett intrigued her.
She could see his mind whirling, his lips begging to speak the words, but he was holding back. Then something in his face changed, and she could see his resolve waning.
He slipped one hand behind her back and the other under her legs and before she knew what was happening, he was carrying her down the beach toward the ocean.
“Garrett, what the hell?”
“You asked what I wanted. I want to throw your ass in the ocean.”
“Garrett,” she said on a laugh, because he couldn’t be serious right now. “Garrett, put me down. I mean it.”
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to throw you in Lake Pontchartrain?”
“This is an ongoing obsession?”
“Absolutely.” They approached the shore and he jostled her, getting a better grip on her. A strong wave rushed at Garrett’s ankles, but he didn’t move out of the way.
“You’re getting your good shoes all wet. You probably need to wear those tomorrow night.”
“If you think I’m bothered by a little ocean water in my shoes, then you don’t know me at all.”
She clasped her fingers together at the back of his neck, feeling like a girl half her size. Savannah had lived in a big body her whole life, and here was this man picking her up like she was a waif.
“Well, if you think I won’t be bothered by being submerged in freezing cold ocean water in this dress and these shoes I do want to wear again, you don’t know me at all.”
“I’ll go in with you.”
“That makes it so much better,” she said, pursing her lips at him.
“Come on, Sanderson, do something wild with me.”
As Savannah gazed into Garrett’s dancing eyes, she understood one thing all too clearly. Whatever he was selling, she was buying.
She kicked off her shoes. “If you’re game, I’m game.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “Let’s take the plunge.”
She moved over toward him, and he offloaded the popcorn bag onto the floor to make room for her. She snuggled into the crook of his arm, her smell filling him up. She was clean and fresh and soft…so natural in his arms.
She rubbed his chest with her fingertips as he trained his gaze on her head, waiting for her to look up at him.
He wanted her. He wanted her so badly he couldn’t see straight. The feeling overtook him like a cloud moving out of the way for the sun to come through.
He kept waiting for her to lift her head, but she was making him wait. He didn’t know how much longer he could stand not feeling her lips against his.
He reached down and smoothed her hair back from her forehead, hoping the movement would pull her to him. But she was strong, stronger than him.
He couldn’t take it anymore. She made him weak with want.
“Savannah,” he said, his voice coming out in a grumbly whisper.
She didn’t move. He was starting to wonder if she was falling asleep on his chest.
He rested his head back on the pillow, not sure if he could handle the disappointment. He’d never wanted a woman like this. It was uncharted territory.
If she was anyone else, he would grab the remote and his beer bottle and find something to watch until he fell asleep. But this was a woman he could not shake no matter how many times he’d tried.
He craned his neck, looking around to see her face. She wasn’t asleep. Her fingertip moved along his chest. She was still here, lying in his arms. She knew he was signaling her and she wasn’t moving off of him—shutting him down.
“Savannah.” He said her name again, this time with more confidence, more assuredness that she could come to him, that she was safe with him.
She lifted her head and met his gaze, her eyes full of wonder and uncertainty…all the things he felt.
“Come here,” he said with every bit of bravado he could muster.
All he could do now was hope she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Melissa Chambers writes contemporary novels for young, new, and actual adults. A Nashville native, she spends her days working in the music industry and her nights tapping away at her keyboard. While she’s slightly obsessed with alt rock, she leaves the guitar playing to her husband and kid. She never misses a chance to play a tennis match, listen to an audiobook, or eat a bowl of ice cream. (Rocky road, please!) She has served as president for the Music City Romance Writers and is the author of the Love Along Hwy 30A series, the Before Forever series (YA), and Courting Carlyn (YA).
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