Veronque's husband had cheated on her, and married someone else. He wanted another chance, but so did someone else.
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This book is a part of the Men of 3X CONStruction series. Although it can be read as a stand- alone book, the reading is more enjoyable when the other books in the series are read first.
Veronique had gone the monogamous relationship route before and got her heart stomped in the process. She no longer allowed her emotions to romp and play with her liaisons and kept her heart firmly locked away. While taking a break from her sorority’s festivities, she meets Frank O’Connor in a bar. She’s definitely attracted. The man is seriously fine and does the one thing guaranteed to gain her attention. He threw down a bedroom challenge. Claimed he knew a thing or two. Well, so did she. With two days left in town, could she match his challenge and leave town unscathed?
Sipping on her drink, Veronique looked around the bar. The room was filling up. Lots of men dressed in suits, with precision haircuts and buffed nails. There had been a time when those men drew her like ink to paper. But it didn't take long to realize she didn't like soft, well-manicured hands. Or someone who read the labels on their shampoo and conditioner. And a man who took longer than her to match his attire, worried her last nerve.
Nope, she'd moved most of her colleagues to the 'admire from a distance column,' it made for better friendships. Who'd that leave? A woman had to be realistic, if she wanted a man. Since becoming an attorney, and then going through her divorce, she'd never paid much attention to blue-collar workers. But then her daughter, Cherise, had met a man in construction. Tall, rock solid, good head on his shoulders, with a don't-mess-with-me persona.
It seemed those kind of men ran in packs. The men who worked for Three X Construction were mouth-watering in so many ways. Not to mention their women, the few she'd met, all seemed to have silly smiles on their faces. Her daughter glowed with so much happiness and contentment; she'd thought they had a baby on the way.
Although Cherise denied being pregnant, it wouldn't be long, not with the way Ross stayed on her.
Hedrick, her ex, was military. He missed both the professional and the blue collar columns. Military men had a column all their own, a definite breed apart. For the past two months, they'd been playing tag. Him tagging her ass and her allowing him to. His frustration that she wouldn't allow them to move past the casual sex phase irritated her. Casual was all she wanted right now, especially with him. Sex between them had always been good, but trusting him in another relationship, that was off the table as far as she was concerned.
Not only had he cheated on her, but he'd married the bitch just a few months after their divorce. Cheaters who lied, and then married the Cheatees, didn't get second chances with her heart; too bad her body wasn't as discriminating. Thoughts of him and their past sent her spirits into a downward spiral.
“Hell, I can be depressed in my own room. Time to go.” Placing her glass on the table, she leaned over to pick up her shoes and bumped into a pair of jean-covered, rock solid long legs. Pushing back quickly, she bumped her head on the table.
“Ow.” She rubbed the bruised spot.
“I'm sorry, didn't see you... down there.” The deep cadence of his voice reignited her long-held crush of Barry White. She'd bought every record that dark chocolate god had released. His music had been her panty-wetting-let's-screw anthem. Eyes closed, she basked in the memories of days and nights of fast and hard loving with Barry crooning “can't get enough of your love,” in the background.
“Are you okay?”
The deep sexy-as-sin voice shot straight to her core. Damn. Now visions of tangled sheets and long nights ran through her mind with the voice. And she hadn't even seen the body it came from.
Sitting back up in her chair, she eyed him while she rubbed the side of her face.
Damn, he's fine.