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A Dangerous Attraction
Lisa Renee Jones
© 2003
A Dangerous Attraction
Lisa Renee Jones
Published 2003
ISBN 1-931761-71-8
Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 6280
Crittenden Ave, Indianapolis, Indiana. Copyright © 2003, Lisa Renee Jones. All rights
reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or
transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise,
without the prior written permission of the author.
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Cover Art
by Ariana Overton
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are
of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual
events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Chapter One
She felt his presence before she actually saw him.
The instant Meagan Tippan stepped off the elevator and directly into the
executive offices of Morrison Records, awareness danced across her nerve endings, warm
and alive. Her skin tingled as if being watched. Any other time, she would have
recognized its cause.
Known it was him.
But she was late to an appointment with her boss.
The control freak side of her personality didn't deal with that well. As she stepped
off the elevator, and crossed the expanse of the executive offices, she took a deep breath.
Her recent promotion to lead Choreographer for new talent meant she had high
expectations to meet. She didn't want to disappoint. This wasn't a good start.
Stopping in front of the receptionist desk, Meagan stood before June, secretary
extraordinaire, jack of all trades—altogether a nice person.
June smiled a welcome. "Morning Meagan."
Meagan tried to return the smile, but she didn't quite pull it off. Pushing a piece of
light brown hair behind her ear she said, "I have a nine o'clock with Sabrina."
A deep, masculine voice rumbled behind Meagan. "It's ten after nine. You're late."
Meagan froze. The tingling sensation identified. She knew that voice all too well.
Few people could rattle her nerves like the man who now stood behind her. Actually, she
didn't know of anyone else in the world who managed to have that power over her.
Slowly, she turned to meet the piercing blue eyes of Sam Kellar, head of security
for Morrison, and a sexy as sin, blond Adonis look alike. Once again, as always, she felt
like he saw a little too far below her surface, beyond what she allowed others to see.
It made her shy away from Sam, keeping him at a distance. She was a very private
person, especially where men were concerned. Meagan had seen her mother destroyed by
her father's dominating personality, and high-handed methods of control. Meagan
preferred to keep life sweet and simple. She didn't need or want a man to complicate her
plan.
She kept her relationships physical, not emotional. Something about Sam said he
was an all or nothing kind of guy.
In other words, not her type.
Her lips pursed as she met his gaze squarely and then offered her response with
sickening sweetness. "Thanks for the time update. Do you do weather as well?"
Delivered with precise sarcasm. Point for her.
She knew she picked fights with Sam. It was something she couldn't seem to
control. It was the only way she seemed to know how to deal with him. The man made
her feel conflicted, both infuriated and well,
aroused
.
It was quite irritating.
He stood in front of her, all six feet three inches of beautiful muscles, and smiled.
Not the least bit irritated, damn him. "I don't do weather, but there are a great number of
things I do quite well. I'd be happy to demonstrate."
He was taunting her, intentionally irritating her, yet her body screamed with
awareness. Their attraction to one another was always in the air between them, waiting,
wanting, and trying to control her. Fighting with him seemed her only avenue for keeping
him at a distance. But even that had stopped working. Still, she tried.
She might not be able to stop wanting him, but she damn sure wasn't about to find
out she liked him.
Meagan glared at Sam, her green eyes throwing daggers. "Yes, well, pardon me if
I pass. I'm sure with an ego like yours, the supposed list is far too long for my limited
schedule." With that said, she turned on her heels and marched towards a waiting room
chair.
As she sat down, he tilted his head back and laughed deep in his brawny, perfect
chest. His eyes were fixed on her, following her movements. She didn't have to look at
him to know.
She felt them, hot and heavy.
She cursed her attraction to the man. Lord only knew she had tried to ignore him.
Something about Sam always got to her. And it went beyond the sexy way his jeans
molded those really nice, strong legs. The ones she was avoiding looking at right now.
With an arrogant strut she knew came natural to him, he moved across the room
claiming the chair directly in front of hers. "You are no fun today, Meg. You're too easy
to get in a huff. Usually, you make me work for it."
She hated when he called her Meg. He made it sound like a lover's endearment. It
rolled off his tongue with a husky, seductive quality. "My name is Meagan, not Meg. M-
e-a-g-a-n, not M-e-g-a-n or M-e-g?"
He just laughed. He always just laughed. "Okay,
Meg
." He winked, and damn if
that sexy little action didn't make her stomach flip-flop with desire instead of agitation.
Trying to seem unaffected, she rolled her eyes. "Are you waiting on Sabrina?"
He leaned back against the chair and smiled. "I also have a nine o'clock with
Sabrina."
"Why would she book us together?" she said half to herself. Then she eyed Sam.
"Do you know what's going on? I hate surprises."
He chuckled again. "I have never met anyone as obsessed with control as you."
She frowned. How did he know that about her? "And you have to be the most
irritating, arrogant man I have ever met." She took a moment to glower. "Now that we
have finished with the pleasantries, what do you know about this meeting?"
He shook his head from side to side, a smile threatening his lips. "As I've already
told you, not a thing."
Meagan tried to relax, but he kept watching her. She wanted to look at him, but
she resisted. What was it about Sam that made her feel so, so ... so what?
He was very confusing. No, her reaction to him was what confused. One minute
she wanted to hit him, and the next she wanted, well, she wanted to get him naked.
She sighed inwardly.
Admittedly, there was something about Sam, dangerous and dark, yet quite
alluring. The flicker of intensity between them grabbed her like nothing else ever had.
Too strong, too intense, and too damn dangerous in some odd way she couldn't quite put
her finger on. It went far deeper than just physical attraction.
He kept his eyes on her face, as if he was trying to read her mind. It made her
nervous, and she never got nervous. "Do I pass inspection, Sam?"
He grinned devilishly. "Ah,
Meg
," he said in that damn sexy little way again, "you
always pass inspection. It has never been your looks that I have issue with."
Her eyes went wide. "What exactly
do
you have issue with?"
Suddenly, she had second thoughts about hearing his answer. She held up a
staying hand. "Don't answer that. I don't want to know. I might have to hurt you right
here in the lobby and that wouldn't be good."
Sam started laughing again. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees,
his eyes dancing with mischief. His voice was so very soft, and discreet as he said, "I
have issue with how you tuck your tail and run from me."
Her pulse jumped. Sam had never been as direct about their attraction. It was just
there, untouched, and unspoken. Her eyes went to his, searching, seeking. "We're like oil
and water."
He gave her a measuring stare, his eyes flashing with something she didn't quite
understand. "Is that what we are Meg? Oil and Water? I was thinking of something much
different."
His eyes held hers, drawing her into their depths like the deep blue sea. It was like
looking into miles and miles of pure, deep temptation. Ripples of awareness dashed
through her body.
Meagan opened her mouth to speak, not even sure what she was going to say, but
was saved when Sabrina opened her door. Waving them towards her office, she said,
"Come in you two. So sorry I'm running so late. Would either of you like coffee?"
Meagan was glad for the interruption. She smiled sincerely at Sabrina, who was
the best boss anyone could hope for. For two years now, Meagan had been
choreographing for some of the top names in the recording business, all thanks to
Sabrina's belief in her abilities.
"None for me," Sam said as he pushed to his feet.
"I would love some coffee," Meagan said, mostly to contradict Sam as she too
pushed to her feet.
Sabrina turned to June. "Would you mind grabbing Meagan and me some
coffee?"
"No, not at all," June said with a perky smile.
For some reason that smile irritated Meagan. How could anyone be that happy all
the time? Refocusing on Sabrina, Meagan realized that she too was pretty much the same
way, only she was blond and gorgeous as well.
Meagan sighed. She was just more intense about life than the two of them. She
couldn't help it.
Meagan found herself seated between Sabrina and Sam at a small, round
conference table. "I assume you are both curious as to why I invited you here today?"
Sabrina said, placing her entwined hands in front of her.
Meagan nodded. Sam didn't. See, Meagan thought, oil and water.
Sabrina fixed her gaze on Meagan. "Look, Meagan, I know you don't want me to
bring this up, but I feel I have no option. I believe you are in danger."
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