DOLL FACE BY BETH D. CARTER – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Beth D. Carter
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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“Maybe love at first sight isn’t what we think it is. Maybe it’s
recognizing a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them
again.” —Kamand Kojouri
“Get me a salted caramel latte!” Rocco called out from the car
window.
“Aren’t you supposed to be my bodyguard?” Matteo yelled back.
“Like you can’t guard your own body.” Rocco rolled his eyes and
waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Matteo stomped into the coffee shop, muttering under his breath.
“No good bodyguard. Should replace him with a G.I. Joe doll.”
The heavenly scent of coffee filled his senses, shucking his
grumbling right off the proverbial grinder. A glass display showed
doughnuts, scones, and bagels. He really didn’t eat sugar, but, damn, it was
tempting.
“May I help you?”
Matteo glanced at the barista and suddenly the whole world shifted
into slow motion and came to a screeching halt. There was a tunnel and the
only two people in it were her and him. He’d never believed in love at first
sight—lust, sure, but not love—yet the tiny slip of the woman behind the
counter had him rethinking. Or salivating. Eh, same thing.
Heart-shaped face. Light brown hair. Blue crystalline eyes stared
wide-eyed at him. So incredibly beautiful they seemed to pierce into his
soul, almost too ethereal to believe. She wore some type of jaunty red beret
that matched her work shirt. The name Brasserie stitched on her t-shirt.
French. Should’ve known.
She was so God-damn gorgeous it almost hurt to look at her.
“May I help you?” she asked again, tilting her head.
The tunnel collapsed around him, bringing him back to reality with
a thud. He had to shake out of the daze she cast over him, and stop looking
at her plump lips. Her very kissable, fuckable lips.
Matteo cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Medium salted caramel latte
and a large black coffee.”
She smiled and turned to work, and holy fuck. If her front side was
heaven to look at, her backside just about killed him. Jeans molded to a nice
little ass he wanted to bite. And maybe fuck … hell, who was he kidding?
He definitely wanted to fuck that ass.
Luckily, no one was behind him waiting impatiently. It gave him
time to watch her. Admire her. Shit, now his damn slacks were too tight
across the front and having a hard-on during a business meeting was not on
his agenda for the day.
She turned back around and set the two cups on the counter. Then
she rang him up.
“Ten dollars, please,” she said, her voice soft and melodic.
He grabbed his wallet and slapped some money down. “Keep the
change for your tip.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s a hundred-dollar bill.”
“Yeah. So?”
She bit that puffy bottom lip and he just about groaned. Fuck! He
started doing math in his head in an effort to—how should he put it—
deflate.
“It’s a ninety-dollar tip,” she whispered.
He leaned closer to whisper back. “I had excellent service.”
A smile tugged on one corner of her mouth. “Why was Cinderella so
bad at soccer?”
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