Sexy stories feature writer Moriah Jovan and are excerpted from her novel, The Proviso. The Proviso is available from B10 MediaWorx (electronic versions) and the print book is available from Amazon, along with her newest release, Stay. Moriah Jovan writes romance with a few unexpected twists and turns, usually involving sex, religion, money, and politics-all the things your mother told you not to talk about in public. She lives in Kansas City, Missouri, and, when not involved with her kids or her day job, spends her time listening to the voices in her head conversing with imaginary friends. You can follow her on Twitter - she's pretty interesting, we promise!
Sebastian wandered around the exhibit drinking a punch that was slightly less offensive than the cheap champagne, brooding over why Miss Logan hadn't wanted to be with him tonight. Bored and only happening to catch a glimpse of a very tall blonde entering the gallery long after the unveiling, he ambled along behind her to see what he could see. When she turned, his breath caught in his throat and he nearly dropped his glass. She had one green eye and one blue eye, and they sparkled merrily as she looked around her. Her mouth was full and curving in a generous yet sensual smile. She had soft, straight butter-blonde hair to the middle of her biceps where it curled at the ends and lacked the harshness of any chemical coloring. Her body was lush, shown to perfection in a shimmering iridescent dark copper gown cut like a double-breasted tuxedo jacket that flared out into a long bell skirt to her ankles. Her lapels were iridescent black. Her sleeves stopped just below her elbows and were turned up in French cuffs that matched her lapels. She had high heels on, which made her stand head and shoulders above everyone else. She was stunning, a Viking goddess, and he smiled, looking down into his glass and shaking his head. Whatever he'd expected Eilis Logan to look like under all that badly fitting Chanel, pancake makeup, brown contact lenses, and hair-darkening gel, this was not it. He walked over to her, hooking her elbow in his right hand and gently pulling her away from the paintings. She gasped in protest and then stilled when she saw who he was, angry that she'd been caught. "I have an eye for detail, Miss Logan," he purred in her ear, not having let go of her and, in fact, pulling her even closer to him. Any excuse-he'd take it. "I will admit you have a very good act; you even have Knox fooled and it's not easy to do that when he's actually paying attention." She looked straight at him, no shorter than he in four-inch heels. Her two different-colored eyes blazed. "Let me go," she whispered hotly, and he was very pleased to know there was passion and fire under that luscious skin-and that he really could get to her. "I didn't come here to be 'on.' I came here to enjoy myself without being reminded of my humiliation by every mogul in the room." He could see how that would be distressing to her, now that she mentioned it. "I'm sorry," he said and released her, stepping back and into cool King Midas once again. "I didn't think." "No, you didn't," she shot back, though still quiet. "I would like for you to figure out when it would be most convenient to let me have a vacation. I need one. Badly. If I must take it up with the prosecutor myself, then I will do so. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go look at this man's work in peace." "Wait," he said, unsure what he was going to say. She had barely turned and she stopped, looking over her shoulder at him. "I- May I accompany you through the exhibit?" "Why?" His mouth tightened. "Because I would like to, if you would allow me the pleasure." Her eyes widened at his sudden formality, but he was pretty impressed with himself for not actually looking like a complete buffoon. He'd actually said what he meant to say. "Pleasure? You don't even like me." He looked at her, confused. "Why would you assume that?" She stared at him for what seemed like hours, then finally said, "Well." Her mouth twitched indecisively for a moment. "All right. I suppose I can't stop you." It wasn't much, but it was a start.
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