by Jenna Bayley-Burke
Publication Date: November 28, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Contemporary Romance
Synopsis: Falling in love is the last thing on his busy agenda but compromising positions can lead just about anywhere.When fitness empire CEO David Strong agrees to help teach a yoga class for couples based on poses in The Kama Sutra, he’s put in one compromising position after another. Especially since the instructor is his best friend’s little sister-in-law, doesn’t have a lot of experience with men, and is totally off-limits. She’s everything David’s never wanted. So he can’t understand why he suddenly needs her so much.
Sophie DelFino has fantasized about David for over a decade, but he has a type, and she’s far from it. He’s also got all sorts of rules and reasons why they shouldn’t be together. Good thing Sophie is all about bending the rules.
David tried to remember the last time he’d been to a grocery store. College maybe? If there was anything at all in his fridge, his sister had put it there. Kelly was wonderful about leaving ice cream and chips in her wake.
“If we split the list, it will go faster.” Sophie smiled up at him.
“Okay.” He shrugged, taking the torn piece of notebook paper from her hand. He scanned the items. All produce.
“What’s on your list?” he asked, taking it from her hand. More produce. He knew it. Women ate weird. His sister was the only sane woman in the entire world.
“The joy of having a nutritionist for a brother-in-law. Craig’s using me to test his latest diet plan,” she explained.
He took a step back and looked at her again. Even in sweats, she looked fit. “Why?” She waved her hand.
“Who can keep track of Craig’s reasons? I indulge him. To a point.”
“You should do his Deliver-Ease. It actually has real food, not just vegetables.” And since the plan was run through Strong Gyms, utilizing it let him do a little quality control.
She raised a dark eyebrow. “You’re on his diet plan?”
“You’re not the only one who indulges Craig. Besides, it’s easy. Comes right to the office. I don’t even have to think about it.
She looked at him in disbelief. “But why are you on a diet?”
“I’m not.” He pushed the cart forward, away from the lettuce. “Craig decided twenty years ago that he knew better than I did what I should be eating. It’s a habit from way back.” He didn’t want to get into his bodybuilding days. It had been an obsession for him for a while, something he and Craig had done together. But it was not an arena he had ever excelled in. He’d just gotten by. He wasn’t comfortable being average.
Sophie began to study the different lettuces so David attacked his list. How did one pick out a cantaloupe? He looked at the melons piled atop one another. Should he grab the one on top or did you study the specimens the way she was now sizing up the citrus? He picked up two, weighing each in his hands. How could a person possibly know which one to buy? He moved his hands together, eying the fruit, trying to squeeze them to find some difference. They looked exactly the same. She was suddenly in front of him, taking away the cantaloupes and replacing them with grapefruits. “This is much more realistic, David, unless you’re into fakes.” It took him a minute to realize her insinuation. “I was not…not…” he stammered “Feeling up the fruit? Sure you were. It’s okay, your secrets are safe with me.” Her smile told him she was teasing as she turned the cart toward the apples.
He stomped after her. “I thought you weren’t into apples.” He smiled as she blushed, obviously recalling her earlier lecture.
“Apples can be good. As long as they are part of a whole bowl of fruit and not the only thing in the dish.” She gave him a cocky grin.
He laughed, full and deep. This girl was a piece of work. “You handle the fruit, since you are the expert. I’ll stick with the vegetables.” He couldn’t help himself—as he brushed past her, he leaned in and whispered, “Just how big do you like your cucumbers?”
“You are such a bad influence on me,” Sophie said, taking a cannoli. “I like it.”
“About that,” David cleared his throat as he shrugged off his coat. “We need to talk about the other night.”
Sophie’s stomach flipped, not a good thing with so much fried dough inside. She set down her half-eaten cannoli. “About me kissing you, or you running away?” She might be terrified, but he didn’t have to know that. He smiled as he shook his head, then looked her straight in the eye and whispered, “Craig told me you’re a virgin.”
Her eyes widened. She’d been scared before, but now she was mortified. Daphne would have her head for kissing David. “You told Craig that I kissed you?”
“God, no,” he said, leaning closer.
“You’re not denying it.”
“I won’t deny it. Lying is too much work. I may omit from time to time, but I never lie.” She folded her arms over her chest and stared back at him.
“I don’t know what you thought was happening, Sophie, but you can’t play those kinds of games with men. If it weren’t for my friendship with Craig, I wouldn’t have stopped.”
“Really.” She grinned and slid her hand across the small table until it reached his. He pulled away like she’d burned him.
“That look. Don’t do that.”
“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.
“You know what. The big eyes and that smile.” He shook his head. “You don’t understand. I would have hurt you.”
“How?” He obviously had no idea how good she’d been feeling.
“What I had in mind wasn’t nice, or gentle.” His eyes darkened as he peered down at her.
She stretched her leg under the table until it found his. “I knew exactly what you had in mind.” She could tell he was trying to keep away from her, but his legs were too long, and she quickly trapped one of his between her own. His gaze met hers, and she held it. She may not know how to get it, but she knew what she wanted.
ABOUT JENNA BAYLEY-BURKE
By day, Jenna is faster than a speeding toddler, stronger than a stubborn husband, able to leap tall Lego structures in a single bound…but by night, while the family sleeps she writes romance novels where no one ever has to scoop up after the dog, change diapers, clip coupons, drive carpool, do laundry, mop floors, get silly putty out of hair, vacuum, empty the vacuum bag (gross!), exercise, count calories, apply bandaids, clean up puke…wait where was this going? Oh, Jenna writes romance because it is glamorous. Just ask the dog.