Chapter Two
Emmett Bloodstone had no idea Scarlett Parker would be a hot little vixen with shoulder-length dark hair, a face that could haunt a man’s dreams, and blue eyes that were filled with smoldering passion, like an emotional spitfire. Scratch that, fire seemed to ooze from her expression and through her slim body as he appreciated all her fine assets, everything about her. He knew he was a jerk, because instead of soothing and calming the hot little babe who was now standing—no, stomping her way around the front of the car, toward him, he shamelessly took the opportunity to take in the way her breasts moved under that fine tank top, the way her slender arms drove her tiny fists, and the way she dug into each step, her hips swaying and filling out those loose jeans so that he could
