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Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by gottoboy(m): 11:01pm On Jan 29, 2015 |
...Handsome Adam Kincaid might look like Renee Scott’s dream man, but personality-wise, he’s the complete opposite of what she’s looking for. The Hollington physics professor is serious, scholarly, uptight—and obviously looking for a serious relationship. The last thing Renee wants is to settle down. What she wants is a bad boy, someone confident and spontaneous to cut loose with—no strings attached. Adam has known that Renee is the complete package, the perfect woman for him, from the moment he first laid eyes on the new college registrar. Can he convince her that a long-term relationship with him would be anything but boring? |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by gottoboy(m): 11:06pm On Jan 29, 2015 |
Chapter One "Adam Kincaid’s a hottie, but he’s definitely not my type," Renee Scott announced, coiling the phone cord around her fingers. As she leaned back in her leather swivel chair, she glanced outside her office window. Willow trees shielded the Hollington campus from the blistering sun and students rushed around at the same frantic pace as commuters at Grand Central station. "Really, Kyra, I don’t know what you were thinking setting us up. We have absolutely nothing in common." "You can’t expect Adam to be like all those L.A. guys you dated," Kyra Dixon admonished, her voice losing some of its cheer. "He’s nice and—" "That’s the problem. I don’t want nice. I want someone wild and spontaneous." "Bad boys don’t commit, Renee." "Good, because I’m not interested in settling down." Staring at her desk calendar, she mentally reviewed her last two dates with the esteemed college professor. They lacked spice, pizzazz, flavor, and their conversations were plagued with long, awkward silences. "I’m looking for a confident, take–charge guy who isn’t afraid to cut loose. Not a quiet, uptight one." "Don’t be so hard on him. He was probably just nervous. Adam’s had a crush on you ever since you started working at Hollington, you know." "Lucky me," she quipped, rolling her eyes. "Sometimes it takes time for chemistry to develop. Give him another chance." "The bottom line is we’re ill–suited Fo̶̷̩̥̊͡Я each other and—" She heard a knock on her office door. Straightening, she spun around on her chair. The color drained from Renee’s face. Adam Kincaid was standing in the doorway, watching her. How much had he heard? Adopting a professional tone, she quickly ended her conversation with Kyra. "I have to go, but I’ll meet you in the faculty lounge at eleven– fifteen." Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone. Crossing her legs, Renee watched Adam adjust his thin, pin–striped tie. It was a shame that such a good–looking man was SO̶̷̩̊͡ serious. Attractive, in a scholarly way, the thirty–five–year–old physics professor reminded her of a taller, darker version of her favorite CSI actor, and Lord help her if he didn’t have the hazel eyes, too. Six feet, with fine hair and smooth skin, Adam had been blessed with chiseled features and a hard body. If he ditched the glasses, he’d be even sexier, she thought, wetting her lips. As she reflected on their first date, Renee wondered why after such a boring time at the Boys & Girls Club charity fund–raiser she’d agreed to go out with him again. Because you’re attracted to him, that’s why. Renee concealed a smile. She’d always had α fixation with dark, broad–shouldered guys, and Adam Kincaid was the physical prototype of her dream man. Deciding to remain seated, she clasped her hands around her knees. Renee wondered again how much of her conversation Adam had heard. Should she apologize now or wait to see how he was going to play it? Apologizing would imply that she’d done something wrong, and she hadn’t. Having a private conversation with a friend wasn’t a crime, and she refused to feel guilty. But when their eyes met, Renee knew that Adam Kincaid had heard every scandalous word she’d said. |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by gottoboy(m): 11:17pm On Jan 29, 2015 |
Chapter Two Boring? Adam’s heart caved in his chest. Like α muzzle clamped over his mouth, hιѕ jaw stiffened and the muscles in hιѕ neck grew tight. Maybe he’d misheard her. The entire college was anxiously awaiting the return of Terrence Franklin and loud, high–pitched voices carried down the hall into the registrar’s office. President Morrow was giving the ex–NFL running back α hero’s welcome later that day, but Adam wanted no part of it. Not because he wasn’t a fan, but because he was more interested in spending time with Renee. Openly admiring Hollington’s new twenty–nine–year–old registrar, he strode confidently inside her office. Instantly charmed by the scent of her perfume, he inhaled deeply. She smelled like honeysuckle and jasmine. Rich, intoxicating, fresh. Then, there was how stunning she looked in her sheer blouse and cream pants. Super fit, she followed a strict diet and exercised in the staff gym every day from five to six. That’s where he’d first seen her. He’d taken the machine next to her, introduced himself and made small talk while they jogged on the treadmill. It was a challenge holding up his end of the conversation, but he’d asked questions, listened to her answers and managed not to make a fool of himself. Adam didn’t believe in love at first sight, and never imagined that he could have such strong feelings so soon, but he did. They’d only been on two dates, but it had been enough. Enough for him to realize that this beauty with the titillating voice and charming personality was the woman he’d been searching for his entire life. "Hello, Adam. What brings you by?" Her light brown eyes glowed like the sunshine flowing through the windows. As he admired Renee’s butterscotch tone and thick, lustrous hair, he thought back to last night. Was she right? Had working long hours and marking too many homework assignments turned him into a bore? Is that why she didn’t want to go out with him again? He’d thought their date had gone well; so well he felt confident enough to visit her in her office this morning. But obviously, she saw things differently. I don’t want nice. I want someone wild and spontaneous. Adam straightened to his full height. Starting today—no, starting right now —he was going to show the Atlanta native another side of him. A strong, assertive side. Before this week was over, Renee Scott would know that he meant business. "Good morning." Adam retrieved the drink tray from where he’d set it on the side table. "I brought breakfast." Her eyebrows drew together in a suspicious slant. "Have you been talking to Kyra?" Adam laughed, unwilling to confirm or deny her inquiry. For the past month, he’d taken meticulous notes of Renee’s likes and dislikes and knew what she ordered from the cafeteria every morning. Since he didn’t have a pair of high–powered binoculars he couldn’t be classified as a stalker, but even he had to admit that he was walking the line. "I have pastries, fruit and Swiss cheese." Adam opened the bag, allowing the mouthwatering aroma to fill the air. "I’m starving," Renee confessed. "I slept in again and there was no time to eat." "It’s another gorgeous September day, so let’s sit outside. And we can be the first ones to see Terrence Franklin. President Morrow said he’d be here any minute now." Renee sprang from her seat. "What a great idea!" Helping herself to one of the coffee cups, she rushed past him, saying, "Thanks. I owe you one, Adam." |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by gottoboy(m): 11:25pm On Jan 29, 2015 |
Chapter Three When Renee sat down on the wooden bench, Adam almost knocked over the groundskeeper in his haste to sit beside her. Their arms touched, sending his pulse into overdrive. Staring down at her, he wondered if she’d felt that bolt. That charge. I̶̲̥̅̊Ƭ was so powerful, so devastating, he needed a moment to right hιѕ thoughts. "So, tell me more about working in the entertainment industry. Did you enjoy it?" "I loved being a hairstylist. Once, I flew to Paris to do J–Lo’s hair. Can you believe it? And, I was invited to the after party, too. There was champagne, caviar and…" Adam chuckled when Renee confessed to passing out after her third cocktail. Honest Äη∂ unapologetic about her past, she spoke about her crazy Hollywood days and the A–list celebrities she’d worked closely with. "It sounds like you had a great life back in L.A.," Adam surmised, glancing over at her. Renee licked the icing off her cinnamon bun and his brain went dead. Finally, after several seconds, he regained the use of his tongue. "If you were so happy out west, why did you return to Atlanta?" "My grandmother got sick, so I came down to help take care of her. She’s doing better, but I thought it might βε a good idea to stick around for a while. I’ve known Kyra for years, and when she told me the college was hiring, I decided to apply," she explained, taking a sip of coffee. "I’m definitely going back to L.A., though. ι love it there. What about you? Where are you from?" "I grew up here." Moving in on her, he stretched his arm along the bench. Nice. Now he was close enough to smell her shampoo. "I know all of the best places to hang out, so if you ever need a tour guide, just give me a call." "I was only gone for a few years, Adam. I still know my way around the city." "This weekend’s supposed to be a scorcher," he continued, forcing himself not to stare at her cleavage. "I’m going Jet Skiing with some friends. You should come." Frown lines wrinkled her brow. "You Jet Ski? I’m surprised, you seem so… so…" He watched her grapple for the right word, and offered one of his own. "Boring?" Renee’s face crumpled like a sheet of paper. "Adam, I never said you were boring. It’s hard making friends around here, and I’m glad we got to know each other." "Me, too." Concealing his true intentions wasn’t easy, especially when she was sitting so close, and looking so damn good in those figure–hugging pants. Her scent aroused him, seduced him, made him want to devour her with his lips. "Being single isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. My best friends are all married with kids, and most nights I cruise around on my bike searching for something fun to do." "You have a motorcycle?" "Yes, a Suzuki V–Strom." The lie rolled off his lips with ease. "It’s a sleek, black cruiser with silver chrome Äη∂ more horsepower than a Mack truck." "It sounds like a sweet bike," she said, flashing him a smile. "I’m going to have to keep my eye on you, Professor Kincaid. You’re full of surprises and I like that!" Adam chuckled. The registrar was a witty, thrill–seeking type who was always up for a good time. That was his Renee. Pride welled up in Adam’s heart. He liked that. And by the time he was done seducing her, that’s exactly who’d she’d be—his Renee. |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by gottoboy(m): 11:38pm On Jan 29, 2015 |
Chapter Four "Frequency Nightclub is throwing an old…school bash on Saturday night," Adam said, taking a fleeting look around the campus. Hollington College had a Georgian architectural feel to it and the rustic buildings gave the prestigious coed school personality. "If you’re not busy, you should come and—" "Are you implying that I’m old?" Feigning anger, Renee folded her arms rigidly across her chest. "I still get carded when I buy wine coolers you know!" Adam lowered his mouth to her ear. "I’m not surprised. You don’t look a day over twenty…one." His voice, deep and strong, sent tingles racing down her spine. What was the matter with her? Why was she making eyes at Adam? The guy she’d called uptight not even ten minutes ago? "The truth is, I’d rather go shopping than exercise, but looking good is all that matters in L.A." "You’re perfect," he praised. "Intelligent, lively and incredibly beautiful." Unable to wipe the smile from her face, she decided there was no harm in flirting with Adam. They were friends, and now that the tension between them had lifted, he seemed more relaxed. "That’s the good thing about being a guy. You can lounge around all day eating junk food and nobody says boo when you gain weight." "That’s not true. Being healthy is important to me, and I work hard to stay fit." It shows. His shoulders filled out his designer suit jacket nicely, and his chest was firm, hard, perfect for caressing, and stroking. Averting her eyes didn’t stop Renee from lusting. Adam looked sharp in his charcoal suit. No, better than sharp. Fine. Hot. Head…turning. He’s going to give some woman the cutest babies, she thought, admiring his even skin tone. "It’s almost nine o’clock. I better walk you back to your office," he said, tossing their garbage into the blue trash bin. "It’s too bad Terrence Franklin didn’t show. I know how anxious you are to meet him." Renee shrugged. "We were so busy talking, I forgot all about him." "That’s good to hear. It means my plan is working." Intrigued, she held his gaze. Her body felt damp, hot, flushed with heat. All eyes, she watched as his mouth closed in on her. Panic ballooned in her stomach and surged through her body like a raging wildfire. Was he going to kiss her? Here? Now? In front of the administration building? "I’m bringing breakfast tomorrow. Same time and place." His grin was deadly. "Be here, or I’ll come looking for you." Renee watched as he lifted her hand to his mouth. She came apart at the seams when his lips touched her flesh. Her face warmed and her legs shook like leaves in the wind. Adam stared at her with such longing, with such hunger, Renee felt her head throb. Pound, was more like it. She’d seen another side of him today, Äη∂ when he smiled at her, Renee wondered if she’d been too quick to write him off. "I’ll be here," she promised, "but don’t forget the cream for my coffee this time!" |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by gottoboy(m): 1:56am On Jan 30, 2015 |
Chapter Five "I’d love to take you out sometime. How about it?" To keep from answering the concert promoter’s question, Renee lifted her glass to her mouth. Taking a sip, she glanced around Frequency Nightclub. Bright studio lights shimmered off the hardwood floors, elongated mirrors were suspended above the granite bar and the intimate seating areas had cozy suede couches. Sighing, Renee stared absently at Marquise Jackson. He was the type she’d usually go gaga for but for some reason, she just wasn’t interested. Her friends were in the ladies’ room, and without them running interference, she was stuck with the loquacious bachelor until someone more interesting came along. Someone like Adam Kincaid. Her pulse quickened at the thought of him. For the past four days, he’d brought her breakfast, and had gotten into the habit of sending her funny e–mails throughout the day. It was scary how much they had in common, and when she checked her watch for the third time, Renee realized that she was anxious for Adam to arrive at the party. "I have access to all of the hottest clubs and restaurants in town." Renee faked a smile. The concert promoter was cute, but she didn’t like the way he was ogling her chest. Adam never did that. He looked at her face and nowhere else. Renee liked that. Made her think the physics prof took her seriously. "So, can I get your number or what?" Considering his offer, she stirred her straw absently around her cocktail glass. Maybe she should give Marquise her number. It couldn’t hurt. And going out with someone else might stop her from thinking about Adam 24/7. After all, she wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. When she rattled off her cell phone number the concert promoter broke into a slick smile. "I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll set up something for…" The crowd broke into shrieks and whistles. Renee wheeled around, curious to see who was causing a stir at the entrance. It must be Terrence Franklin or some other hotshot celebrity. Adam had introduced her to the former bad boy of the NFL during yesterday’s faculty reception, and even though he was buff, ripped and wickedly handsome, Adam was the one who had impressed her. Not only was he fun and charismatic, he was one of the most down–to–earth guys she had ever met. He’d brought her a plate of delicious appetizers and stayed by her side the entire afternoon. Then, there was the way he stared at her, as if he were reading her innermost thoughts. A group of men entered the lounge, and when Renee saw who was at the head of the pack, her mouth fell open. It was Adam. Her Adam. But he looked different. No glasses, no dark stuffy suit, no loafers. His five o’clock shadow gave him a tough, rugged look. One she was instantly attracted to. But it wasn’t just his appearance that left her feeling hot and weak–kneed. Adam had swag. Charisma. Sex appeal. He moved like a man who had the world at his feet, and as Renee slid off her bar stool, she noticed †ЂA̶̲̥̅† everyone in the room was staring αt him. Women drooled, men glowered, and when their eyes met through the crowd, Renee felt a deep yearning in her soul. Renee tried to look normal, unfazed, but her body was inflamed with desire. Tonight, Adam was the essence of cool. She loved his all– black ensemble, loved how casually he moved through space. These days, Renee didn’t know what to expect from the physics professor, Äη∂ seeing him again thrilled her. Breathing deeply, she drained her glass, pushed it into the concert promoter’s hands and marched toward Adam Kincaid. |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by Cybershow(m): 8:38pm On Jan 30, 2015 |
Oh first 2 comment..na front i go dae..tank God |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by ChubbyRomeo(m): 7:16pm On Jan 31, 2015 |
stop copying someone's work without referencing the author www.harlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1435&chapter=5 |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by Cybershow(m): 8:48pm On Jan 31, 2015 |
Gottoboy y r u copyin harlerquin story..ahah |
Re: Bad Boy Blues [Romance] by gottoboy(m): 8:59am On Feb 02, 2015 |
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