More Than a Playboy

More Than a Playboy

by

Monique DeVere

© Monique DeVere 2013

Smashwords Edition

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More Than a Playboy

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Some rules are meant to be broken!

Serious-minded Alexandra (Sandy) Donovan has one unbreakable rule—never fall for a rich playboy. She’s seen the pain it caused her mother, how it ruined her childhood, and she’s determined never to let the same thing happen to her. Unfortunately, the only man to make her hormones sit up and take notice is a rich playboy who doesn’t know the first thing about taking life seriously.

A lonely miserable childhood has taught Cameron Berkeley-Scott to hide his feelings in humour, but his comic nature seems to be pushing away the one woman he wants to draw near. She thinks he’s a playboy—a title he has no desire to have—and she ignores his outrageous flirting.

Now it’s time for Cameron to show Sandy he isn’t all about seeking life’s pleasures without commitment or responsibilities, but will it push her further away when she discovers who he really is?

1

"Hey, Sandy, you gorgeous lady." Cameron Berkeley-Scott’s deep voice sent delicious shivers through Sandy Donovan as he sidled up to TDA’s Reception desk, and draped himself over the top. He smelled good; some type of expensive cologne with a hint of spice that said the wearer was a man of the wild outdoors.

Sandy drew her attention from her computer and flicked him a glance. He was bad-boy dazzling, with neat dark hair and a stunning, never-fade tan that made her wonder whether he had a splash of Mediterranean somewhere in his bloodline. His eyes were the kind of blue that reminded her of the Mediterranean, too.

And that mouth...those lips, a natural red...designed for kissing. She often longed to sample a taste—for strictly scientific purposes—to find out if his lips were as soft as they looked.

However, Sandy did what she’d always done when Cameron sauntered into the agency—pretended he had no effect on her whatsoever. When, in fact, the mere glimpse of him sent her hormones into overdrive.

When are you going to let me sweep you away from all of this?

She schooled her features into a bored expression, but couldn’t hold it for long. The tiny smile that always appeared when Cam drew her into their usual banter tugged at her lips.

When you grow up, trust-fund baby. She had yet to find out why someone with Cameron’s family money would want to work as a hired father.

He grabbed his chest and faked falling. Ouch. You got me in the heart again, babe. I don’t know if I’ll pull through this time without the kiss of life. He flung his upper body onto the desk, his lips inches from hers. Quick, Sandy, I’m fading fast.

Thankfully, TDA’s waiting area was empty, but Sandy knew from experience that a room full of people wouldn’t stop Cameron’s dramatics. His comical nature made him one of The Daddy Agency’s most popular Daddies.

Is there a reason you popped in, Cameron? Your next booking isn’t for another two weeks.

Fifteen seconds seemed like an hour as his blue gaze locked on hers; while his lips remained an unnerving inch from her mouth. He sobered and straightened when she remained impassive. One day you’re going to have to face the awful truth.

What’s that?

I’m perfect for you.

You’re incorrigible.

And you’re breaking my heart.

I’m sure you’ll survive.

Cameron chuckled and pushed away from the desk. Is the boss in? He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward a door at the end of the long corridor behind him, already backing in that direction.

Yeah, Jamie’s in.As he turned to head down the corridor, Sandy remembered their boss wasn’t alone. Hey, Cam?

He spun back to her with a too sexy grin. You know I love it when you say my name like that.

She rolled her eyes. Cameron was playing with her. In fact, she couldn’t think of a time when he didn’t tease her to distraction. You might want to knock and wait. Her husband’s in there with her.

He nodded, his grin turning to one of pure wickedness. In that case, I think I’ll wait until Daniel leaves. Don’t want to interrupt anything.

Two years ago, Daniel had walked back into Jamie’s life after a decade of not knowing to where she’d disappeared. They’d been University sweethearts until Jamie had fallen pregnant and had sacrificed her relationship with Daniel—along with her psychology degree.

A product of squabbling parents, Jamie’s fear had been that she’d end up repeating her parents’ love-hate relationship. She believed that if she’d stayed with Daniel, he would have felt obligated to marry her and would’ve ended up resenting her.

From Sandy’s peripheral view, she noted Cameron sauntering back. He leaned against the desk, his gaze on her as she feigned concentration on the database she was updating. She increased her typing speed in an effort to hide her trembling fingers. Every one of her senses focused on Cameron. Thank goodness for touch-typing, or heavens knew she’d be inputting gobbledygook.

Perhaps there’s nothing to interrupt, she said in an effort to break the unsettling silence.

There’s always something to interrupt when a couple in love is alone in a room.

Not everyone is as single-minded as you are, you know?

What’s that supposed to mean?

Let’s just say your extracurricular ‘Daddy’ duties filter back to the agency.

Again, what’s that supposed to mean?

Sandy glanced up. His puzzled expression told her he didn’t know what she was talking about. But the number of women who hired him to show up with their children at events then bragged about how attentive and extra accommodating he was—always said with a little wink that declared their meaning more clearly than if they’d come right out and said ‘we slept with him’—told her he was faking ignorance.

"Forget it.