MELTING MS FROST
By Kat Black
How do you thaw the coldest of hearts?
When Aidan Flynn walks into Cluny’s Restaurant, he can’t take his eyes off his new flame-haired boss, Annabel Frost. With his heart set on seducing her, Aidan can think of nothing but getting beneath her cold exterior.
Known as one of the toughest women in the business, Annabel is impervious to Aidan’s many charms, and his compelling grey gaze and persuasive Irish lilt do anything but captivate her.
But Aidan knows there’s more to Annabel than meets the eye. And he’s not going to stop until he reveals all…
Get swept away into a world of glamour and dangerous desire in this hot and seductive tale.
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The moment I walk into Annabel Frost’s office I know that the mission I’ve set myself isn’t going to be easy. But then, in the short time I’ve known her, it’s become apparent that almost nothing to do with my stunning red-headed boss is—least of all her relationships with her staff.
I’ve never before met a person whose name so aptly suits their disposition. Right from our first meeting, Ms Frost has made every effort to be as warm and welcoming as an arctic winter. From what I can tell, she wields that icy chill like a weapon to freeze people out of her life. And until I arrived on the job, that mostly seems to have worked for her. Now, the trouble for both of us is – the more she tries to use the cold shoulder to push me away, the more attracted to her I become.
I can feel the pull of that attraction grow stronger as I cross the quiet room towards her. It’s late; the end of a long day. The last of the customers are gone, the restaurant and kitchens put to rights. Annabel and I are the last two people on the premises, and it’s too good an opportunity to pass up.
I’m fully expecting the icy green glare that greets me from across her desk, and the curt ‘No’ that fires from her lips even before I’ve finished suggesting a quick drink to send us on our respective ways home.
‘Let me down gently,’ I rebuke with a laugh but she doesn’t join in, returning her gaze to focus on the task at hand as though I’m no longer in the room.
I’ve witnessed other people cave in defeat at less dismissive gestures, but Annabel Frost will have to do better than that to make me beat a retreat. ‘Tell me, which do you find the least appealing in that offer – me, or the drink?’
From the way she stiffens, I know the comeback has taken her by surprise, but she rallies quickly, meeting my gaze with a hard look. ‘I’m not particularly in the mood for either.’
I shouldn’t twist her own words back on her, but knowing how she’ll react makes it too much fun to resist. ‘Are you ever in the mood, Annabel?’ Placing my palms on the desktop, I lean forwards, closer to her. ‘Tell me what entices you out? What’s your ideal date?’
As expected, I can see the tiny spark of temper ignite deep in her eyes. She really doesn’t like people getting too close, or too personal. But, raising one eyebrow, she tries to push me back by keeping her cool. ‘One that doesn’t exist.’
I ignore the push. I’m not going anywhere. ‘That doesn’t give me much to work with.’
‘You don’t need anything to work with,’ she snaps. ‘I’m not dating you.’
‘Not yet,’ I qualify, feeling a smile of anticipation tugging at my lips – the sight of which only serves to make her even snappier.
Tilting my head slightly, I take a moment to study her before I ask what makes her so sure.
She levels a look right back at me. ‘Because I don’t do dates.’
Even though a primitive, possessive, all-male part of me is savagely delighted at the thought, I can’t quite believe it, and say so.
‘Believe what you like. It’s really none of your business.’
There’s a truthful enough ring to her tone that stuns me.
Now it’s Annabel’s turn to smile. A small upturn of her lips that shows how pleased she is to have shocked me. ‘Never. Goodnight, Mr Flynn.’ Once again she returns her attention to her work, effectively dismissing me.
Like there’s any chance in hell I’m walking away now that that discovery has my brain burning with a new thought. If she doesn’t date, when does she…? She’s not inexperienced, she can’t possibly be, can she? Unusually, words fail me and I find myself at a loss as to how to phrase the question I’m suddenly desperate to ask.
As though reading my mind, Annabel saves me the trouble. ‘That’s none of your business either,’ she says without lifting her head.
‘Not yet,’ I take the opportunity to remind her.
The green glare that earns me is as cold and hard as gemstones and catches me in all sorts of delightfully deep places. ‘Not ever,’ she reiterates in return. ‘Goodnight.’
Reluctantly, I straighten and push away from the desk. ‘There’s a first time for everything, Ms Frost,’ I tell her.
‘If that’s so, Mr Flynn, then how about you stop annoying me?’ Her voice follows me as I make my way back across the room. ‘That would be a first.’
At the door I stop to give her one last smile. ‘But no fun at all. See you tomorrow.’
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kat Black is the author of prize-winning, pulse-pounding, romantic fiction. Born and raised in Australia, Kat was labelled a daydreamer from a young age – but never quite understood why that was considered to be a bad thing.
At eighteen she donned her backpack in typical Aussie fashion and set out to see the world. She got as far as London (her very first port of call) before running into a six-foot-one, solid British obstacle that stopped her in her tracks. Years later she’s still in England, penning steamy tales to help counteract the effects of the infamous weather, and enjoying plenty of adventures with her husband and children.