Bending to the Bachelor's Will. Emilie Rose

Holly of cages at a zoo. How could Juliana stand it? Holly knew she’d go nuts locked away and on display.

      Holly followed the directions the teller had given her to Eric’s office and caught a glimpse of him through the open blinds as she approached the desk of the woman guarding his domain. Before she could tell his dragon of an administrative assistant that, yes, she was the pushy broad who’d dared to ask the teller to call up and announce her arrival, Eric looked up from his desk. Holly’s pulse stuttered and her steps slowed as their gazes met through the glass.

      Great kisser.

      Good in bed.

      Girl, don’t even go there.

      She wished the women had never told her of Eric’s prowess between the sheets. That was the last thing her I-haven’t-had-any-in-a-long-while body needed to hear. Her dates with Eric had nothing to do with either kissing or sex, but her deprived hormones seemed to have trouble getting the message. She’d even dreamed about him last night. Ridiculous, considering all she wanted to do was get through these dates so she could focus on locating Lyle and her money.