Landscaping & Leasing

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's the trusted leasing agent taking some responsibilities off her manager's workload. He's the owner of the new landscaping company she's just hired. Sure they had a situationship that ended abruptly but that was years ago. Ancient history. It doesn't even matter anymore who ended it. So will it matter who rekindles it?</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Carina: </strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Of all the properties in this city he had to walk into mine. No not walk. </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Saunter</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. As if he has nothing else to do nowhere else to be just strolling through life--his and everyone else's. He hasn't changed a bit. If I'd known </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>he</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> was owner of Rough Hands Landscaping I'd have scratched that company off my list so fast. It's fine though. It's not like I'm going to sit here the whole time replaying memories of his warm rough hands touching every square inch my body. Pfft please I barely even remember. But that voice . . .</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Declan:</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> When I asked my office manager who I was meeting with at The Nouveau and she told me the woman's name was Carina I knew. And I told myself it would be fine. Maybe we'd both get a good laugh out of it. But being face-to-face with her after all this time is having unexpected effects. My brain knows how long it's been but as far as my body is concerned she could've just left my bed this morning. Every part of me spontaneously reminisces the sensations of every part of her and if I don't get a grip on myself I'm about to make quite the unprofessional impression. But those eyes . . .</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Welcome back for a second chance at naughty romance at The Nouveau.</em></p>