A Steele For Christmas. Brenda Jackson

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СКАЧАТЬ years of her life. And with their Smokey Robinson green eyes, chiseled lips, long eyelashes, dimpled cheeks, sculpted jaws and mahogany-colored skin, they were definitely hotties of the most arousing kind.

      There was Galen, the oldest of the group, who’d gotten married six months ago. At thirty-five he’d made millions as a video game creator. Tyson was thirty-four and a gifted surgeon. Eli, at thirty-three, was a prominent attorney in town. Jonas, who was thirty-two, owned a marketing business. Thirty-one-year-old Mercury was a well-known sports agent, and Gannon, who had recently turned thirty, managed the million-dollar trucking firm he’d taken over when their father had retired.

      The five single Steeles had a reputation for being womanizers and came with a banner a mile long that warned—Get pleasure now but expect severe heartbreak later. Stacey didn’t find the thought at all amusing while she studied Eli out of the corner of her eye as he browsed her gift shop.

      Technically, it was his shop since he owned the space. To be more specific, he owned the entire high-rise building, all twenty floors of the Steele Building in downtown Phoenix. She was a tenant and he was her landlord. Her gift shop was on the ground floor, a perfect location that drew both in-house and outside traffic. It was worth the amount she paid each month for the lease.

      The only drawback was Eli’s daily visits to purchase a copy of the Wall Street Journal. She would open up at nine and, like clockwork, he would walk into Stacey’s Gift Shop at nine-fifteen. The only exceptions were those mornings when he had an early court appearance.

      With nothing more than a terse “Good morning,” he would grab his paper and place the exact amount for his purchase on the counter before walking out with the male scent of him following in his wake and leaving her all but drooling.

      Lately, he had gotten into the habit of returning every day right before the lunch hour rush to take his time to browse. She shouldn’t complain since he would always purchase something, even if it was only a pack of gum. Still, the fact that he was in the shop was unsettling, mainly because the man was so darn pleasing to the eyes that it was hard to keep her gaze off him. He was so stunning, he could snatch a woman’s breath right from her lungs.

      She hated admitting that she’d been lusting after him for months. She should be the last person to have that sort of reaction to any man considering the fix Wallace Flowers had left her in seven months ago. Even now, it was hard for her to believe that her fiancé had called off their wedding a mere week before it was to take place. He’d told her he wasn’t in love with her and had wanted to marry Stacey’s friend Gail instead.

      Heartbroken and humiliated beyond belief, she had quit the computer programming job she’d hated anyway, packed up her belongings and left Memphis far behind when Cohen invited her to come join him in Phoenix. And it had been her brother who’d convinced her to do something she had always wanted to do, which was to go into business for herself.

      After stocking several items on the shelf, she glanced up in time to see Eli walk toward the counter. She pulled in a deep breath and told herself that regardless of the fact he was so brutally male, she would not be attracted to him, especially when she knew better. Eli Steele was a known heartbreaker and she had already gotten hurt by one of his kind, in the worst possible way.

      As usual, he was dressed in a business suit that seemed tailor-made for his body, especially for his broad shoulders and all those sculpted muscles. Like the other five Steele brothers, he was tall, six-four at least, and had a suave, smooth walk. No one would doubt the magnitude of his success. He exuded confidence and borderline arrogance.

      He placed one of her shop’s newest items, an antique brass jeweled picture frame, on the counter. She couldn’t help wondering whose picture he would place inside the 5x7 frame. She then asked him the same question she asked all her customers at checkout time. “Did you find everything you needed?”

      “Yes.”

      “Will this be all then?” she asked.

      “Yes.”

      She broke eye contact when her pulse rate increased. Drawing in much-needed breath, she forced her hands underneath the counter to retrieve some tissue paper. “Do you prefer a bag or a box?”

      “Box.”

      “Would you like it gift wrapped?”

      “No.”

      In addition to his good looks, she’d also discovered he was a man of few words, which made her wonder how he’d won all those court cases she’d heard about. His reputation as a corporate attorney was well-known, and she knew he represented several local powerhouse businesses in Phoenix. She’d heard his law firm took up the entire twentieth floor. Regardless of the amount of words he spoke, his deep, husky voice still stirred everything within her.

      She accepted his credit card and tried to downplay her reaction when his hand brushed hers in the exchange. She quickly glanced up and found his gaze on her. Had he felt the same sensation or had it been a figment of her imagination? She wasn’t sure and at that moment, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his.

      The tinkling of the bell indicated another customer had entered her shop. Only then did she break eye contact and finalize his purchase. She was careful how she handed the credit card back to him, making sure their hands didn’t touch again, and did the same thing when presenting the sales slip for him to sign.

      “Thanks,” she said, handing a copy of the signed sales slip back to him.

      Instead of responding, he nodded before turning to walk out of her shop. It was only then that she was able to release the breath she’d been holding.

      “Good morning, Mr. Steele.”

      Eli glanced over at his secretary. Melanie Larson was a fifty-six-year-old grandmother of five who had come highly recommended. Her work ethics were so outstanding he couldn’t help wondering where she had been all his life. She had been just what he’d needed after his affair with his last secretary had ended badly.

      He should have taken his brother Tyson’s advice and not gotten involved with Liz Baker. Although her administrative skills had left a lot to be desired, she’d owned a pair of legs he couldn’t resist. And he’d made getting between them a top priority. Problems arose when he got ready to move on to the next pair of legs. Liz wasn’t feeling it and got downright possessive by monitoring his calls and deliberately sabotaging his dates. He hadn’t wasted any time uttering Donald Trump’s famous words, “You’re fired!”

      “Good morning, Ms. Larson,” he said as he entered his office. When it came to women he was a leg man. That was his one weakness. A woman with a gorgeous pair of legs could get to him each and every time. Like Stacey Carlson for instance, the woman who owned the gift shop on the ground floor. Her legs looked better than Liz’s ever did. Due to that fact alone, he knew if he didn’t keep his head on straight—both the one on his neck as well as the one in his pants—he could end up in a world of trouble.

      After placing his briefcase aside, he sat down behind his desk. Leaning back in the chair, he pulled the picture frame he’d just purchased from the box. What in the hell was he going to do with it? He could give it to his mother or to his sister-in-law, Brittany. But the main thing was that he’d purchased it with no intended recipient in mind. And why? Because he had needed an excuse to drop by that gift shop and see Stacey again. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just the legs that allured him, but the woman was a looker as well.

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