Here is an excerpt from All or Nothing, from the chapter named Strong Word.
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Late Saturday morning Ben opened Presley’s front door after rapping his knuckles on it. “You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked,” he said, scolding her.
“Sorry, I actually unlocked it for you. But I can kick you out, lock it and make you knock again if it will make you feel better,” she said sarcastically when she walked into the living room.
He chose to ignore her. “So what did you want to do today?”
“How about shopping?” she said with a bright smile.
“How about no,” he replied back with just as big of a grin.
Her smile faltered. “Why not?”
“I hate shopping.”
She drew her eyebrows together. “Hate is an awfully strong word.”
“Yes, it is.” There was very little that could get him to a mall. On a Saturday, no less.
She tilted her head to the side and slithered toward him. Slithered was the best way to describe the way her hips swayed, the way her arms and legs moved fluidly, until she stopped within a foot of him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I can make it worth your while.”
Interesting. He might be able to use this to his advantage. But he still wasn’t sure it was going to be worth it. Nothing was worth going to the mall. “Oh really. What do you have in mind?”
She leaned up on her toes, placed her mouth over his ear and whispered, “It’s a surprise. But I guarantee one hundred percent satisfaction.”
His body started to stir instantly. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he said, his arms coming around and pulling her body tight against his.
Thirty minutes later, he was cursing and wondering why he agreed to this. The parking lot was completely full and he had been driving around the large mall for over ten minutes. “What the hell is going on today?”
She turned her head and looked at him, dumbfounded. “Yesterday was Black Friday. So today is notoriously busy, too.”
He drew his eyebrows together. “What’s Black Friday?”
She threw her head back with a laugh. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-two. What does that have to do with anything?”
She shook her head. “Have you lived under a rock for the last thirty-two years?”
He snorted. “Hardly.” But he was beginning to wonder because, whatever this Black Friday was, he had a feeling he was in trouble.