Cooper Hale lives by the KISS Principle—Keep It Simple, Stupid. It’s made his software start-up a huge success, and it’s worked with women so far…until his neighbor Allie gets under his skin and he manages to get her into his bed. Confident, sexy Allie knows what she wants, and being around her makes every testosterone-driven part of him want to make things very complicated.
With an ad agency to run, Allie Flynn has had her quota of complications, but she wasn’t banking on her apartment building’s resident hottie, Cooper Hale, kissing her in the kitchen, taking off her clothes, setting every inch of her body on fire. He’s everything she wants—driven, whip-smart, and hot as hell…but he’s still in his 20s. Her brain says a guy like Cooper would never stick around. It’s her body--and her heart--that are going to need convincing.
What a brilliant idea to bring home a mountain of work, especially with the long, lonely Memorial Day weekend staring Allie Flynn in the face. She grumbled, struggling with the banker’s box overflowing with files. If only she’d packed lighter. Balancing the box on her thigh, she keyed into her apartment building, wedging her knee between the door and jamb.
“Hey, Allie. Wait up. Let me help,” a familiar voice sounded behind her.
She turned and her sights landed on Cooper Hale, resident of 3B, the apartment directly above hers. Great. Here comes Mr. Tall, Hot and Too Young for Me. And I look like crap.
Cooper, wearing navy basketball shorts and a ratty gray t-shirt from Sweeney’s, a bar in Wicker Park, held the door. His aroma, although a bit ripe, was achingly appealing, musky and masculine.
“Oh, thanks. No.” She straightened and adjusted her grip on the box. “I got it.” She stumbled into the vestibule, her heels clicking on the tile floor. Cooper followed and the glass door whooshed shut behind him.
“Give me that.” He snatched the box from her grasp. His face had a subtle sheen and his messy, sandy-brown bangs clung to his forehead in spots. “Go ahead,” he said with a nod. “I’ll bring it up to your place.”
“Really. It’s fine.”
Backlit by ribbons of sun streaming into the hall, his tawny brown eyes turned a deeper hue. He tossed the box up onto his shoulder as if it were full of feathers. Allie couldn’t help but notice the well-defined contour of his biceps as he curved his hand over the cardboard lid. He nodded toward the stairs again. “Shall we?”
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Already translated.
Translated by Alfonso García Gallegos
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