Heart & Soul: The Meeting (Heartland Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

avoided that pothole, although she had no idea what she had
just agreed to.

 
    To
be Alistair Lockwood’s sex slave.

 
    Sam closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs
together to try and dull the ache that was steadily increasing at the apex of
her thighs.   She had to get these rampant
thoughts under control before they overtook all rational thought and she jumped
Alistair where he sat.   That definitely
wouldn’t look good for the company.

 
    Their conversation continued for a further few
minutes before she heard Alistair calling the meeting to a close.

 
    “It’s been lovely to have met you David. I’ll
consult with my team and I shall get back to you as soon as I can. What you
have to offer sounds good.   I hope I can
give you some good news when we speak again.” Alistair said as he clasped
David’s hand in his.

 
    They all stood together and Kelly in the bright
red suit reappeared as if from nowhere, ready to escort them back to the
elevator. Sam began to wonder exactly who she was.   She always seemed to appear when needed.   Was she Alistair’s girlfriend? Sam hated the
fact that the possibility of Alistair having a girlfriend troubled her.   She had no hold over this man, she’d only just met him for Christ’s sake, yet for some reason, just the
thought of a woman being him that intimately disappointed her more than she
would ever admit.

 
    Knowing that she needed to regain control, Sam
followed as David walked ahead of her.   She was suddenly pleased that she’d worn low heels, three inches was low
for her considering what she normally wore, as she felt the wine begin to go to
her head.   She inwardly scolded herself
for two things; One for not having breakfast that morning and two, accepting
the wine on an empty stomach.   It was
never a good combination for anyone, but for her, it could be downright lethal.

 
    Keeping her focus on David’s back, Sam stumbled
slightly before she felt a strong hand at her waist.   She didn’t have to turn to know who it was, the
fire shooting through her veins and the quickening of her pulse told her that it
was Alistair who was holding her up, anchoring her tightly at his side as they
moved across the room.

 
    “You’re not used to wine I see.” He said with an
amused smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
    “I’m fine. Thank you.” Sam said, taking a reluctant
step away, forcing him to release his hold on her waist as she tried to put
some space between them, sighing in relief.

 
    Her reprieve was short lived as Alistair didn’t
stay away long. He was soon at her side, his hand gently cupping her elbow,
leading her across the room.   It was a
simple gesture and Sam knew Alistair was just trying to be a gentleman by escorting
her to her destination, which in this case was the exit to the suite.   But the contact, even through the material of
her blouse, was making her body react in ways that, no matter how much she
tried, she couldn’t control.

 
    Whilst his nearness was playing havoc with her
equilibrium, she was grateful for his presence.   The last thing she wanted was to fall flat on her face.   It didn’t hurt that the close proximity gave
her another chance to inhale his scent.   Hints
of sandalwood permeated the air.   She
assumed it was a mix of body wash and a subtle cologne, giving him a unique
aroma all of his own.   It was one that
Sam wouldn’t forget anytime soon.   If the
wine hadn’t already gone to her head, the way he smelt certainly would have.

 
    Taking a quick look at his profile, she took in
his well defined cheekbones, covered in a light smattering of stubble,
indicating he hadn’t yet shaved today. His aquiline nose was in perfect
proportion to the rest of his face.   Was
it any wonder that producers and directors were willing to pay millions to have
him in one of their movies? His eyelashes, that looked long from the front,
seemed to be an impossible length from the side. He was pure,