Skin Deep
Authors: Cher Carson
Skin Deep
Cher Carson
Copyright © by Cher Carson
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Alana Miller leaned against the tall desk in the middle of her family’s car dealership, listening to her administrative assistant, Lina, drone on about the endless parade of losers she’d entertained lately. The conversation wasn’t riveting, but since Alana put her own sex life on the back burner eight months ago so she could focus on re-building the business in her father’s absence, she had to live vicariously until she got a real flesh and blood male back in her bed, instead of the hard plastic stimulation she’d become accustomed to.
“So I told him I wasn’t into that kinky shit,” Lina said, reaching for the nail file she kept in her pencil holder. “If he doesn’t like it, he can find someone else.”
Alana wasn’t sure what kind of “kink” they were talking about, and knowing her friend, it was probably best if she didn’t ask. Given Lina’s sexual appetite, if she wasn’t into it, it was probably illegal.
“So, what’d you do this weekend?” Lina asked, frowning at her chipped nail. “Any hot dates?”
She must have been joking. Alana hadn’t had a “hot” date in a year. Hell, she hadn’t had a date, period, in eight months. “Nah, just caught up on some paperwork, went for a workout, watched a movie. You know, the usual.”
Lina rolled her eyes. “Alana, you have to get back out there sooner or later. If you don’t, all the good guys will be taken. I hate to state the obvious, but we’re not getting any younger, girlfriend.”
No, the fine lines sprouting out around her eyes reminded her that thirty-four years had passed, and the last ten had slipped by while she wasn’t looking. She still remembered what being young and carefree felt like. Now, she had a sick father whose medical bills were mounting, a self-entitled mother who didn’t want to sacrifice her lavish lifestyle, and a kid brother finishing medical school. When her father had his stroke last year, her life changed forever. She planned to use her MBA to build her own business, but those plans halted the day she got the call from her mother telling her that her father had suffered a stroke. She was an up and coming jewelry designer, already earning global recognition for her designs, but she abandoned her dream when she got that call. Her father needed her now, and she had to find a way to make the fledgling dealership profitable again. Her family and two dozen employees were counting on her to find a way to put their dealership back in the black.
“Lord have mercy,” Lina muttered, staring at something over her friend’s shoulder. “Now that’s the kind of man you need to help you get back in the saddle again.”
Alana turned to look at the man in question. He was wandering around a sleek, black Porsche. He leaned over to look inside, treating them both to a prime view of his very fine denim-clad backside.
“Ssh,” Alana said, straightening her short black blazer. “This is a place of business, not a meat market.”
“Oh, would you relax? He can’t hear us.”
Just the idea that he might suspect they were ogling him alarmed her. Since the downturn in the economy, potential customers were fewer and further between. They couldn’t afford to risk alienating anyone.
Alana strode across the showroom, intent on sweet-talking her way into their first sale of the month. She took him in, trying to read his level of interest, but as she did, she was struck by something else: the man was gorgeous. If you liked that rough around the edges look, which she usually did not. He held a black motorcycle helmet in one hand, which meant the shiny Harley parked outside belonged to him. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was a serious customer or just a tire kicker who’d come in to admire the merchandise. She prayed it was the former.
He stood up when he saw her approach, smiling.
He was tall, at least five inches taller than she was with heels, which would put him well over six feet. His black hair was a little too long, and the stubble on his tanned face indicated shaving hadn’t been a priority that morning. His jeans were well-worn and his motorcycle boots scuffed. If she were a betting woman, she’d say he was a tire-kicker, but since he was the sexiest man she’d laid eyes on in years, she was willing to play along.
“This is a beauty,” he said, grinning.
Her stomach clenched at the sound of his voice: deep, raspy, sexy. She could imagine him whispering in her ear as he… Damn it, she had to get a grip. This was a place of business and she had a job to do.
Returning his smile, she said, “It just rolled in. Have you been waiting for it?”
He continued his slow perusal of the car, and she couldn’t help but imagine having all of his attention fixed on her. She watched his long, strong fingers stroking his chin and imagined them thrusting inside of her as he brought her to climax. Lord, Lina was right. She needed to get out more.
He grinned, revealing a flash of straight white teeth. “Can’t say that I have, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested.”
His disarming smile was distracting, to say the least. Her mind struggled to formulate her usual sales pitch, but she couldn’t focus on the car’s features with those incredible hazel eyes assessing her, undressing her, and teasing and taunting her.
She cleared her throat, trying to tear her eyes away from his sensuous lips. The things he could do to her with that mouth…
“Sorry to interrupt,” Lina said. The telling smirk on her painted lips said that interrupting was her intent all along.
The two women had been friends for years, and Alana knew her well enough to know that when she saw something, or someone, she wanted, she went after it, and anyone standing in her way had to step aside or risk getting trampled.
“No problem,” Alana said. “Can I do something for you, Lina?”
Lina’s slow perusal of their potential customer said it all. Alana couldn’t do anything for her, but tall, dark, and gorgeous could definitely meet her needs.
A spark of unfamiliar irritation ignited in Alana. She rarely gave men a second thought in recent months, but her curvy assistant was not going to woo away the first man to warrant a third and fourth thought in… years. “Lina?”
“Oh, sorry,” she said, winking at the man who had both of their engines in overdrive. “I guess I got distracted.” She held up a set of keys. “I thought you might want to take this baby out for a test drive?”
At least her friend was trying to do something to secure a sale, which was more than Alana could say for herself. She was more concerned about securing a date, preferably an all-nighter. “Thanks.” She took the keys, forcing a polite smile.
Lina held her hand out, smiling at the stranger. “Hi, I’m Lina.”
Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips. “Ryan Lang. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lina.”
She giggled like a third-grader. “Aren’t you a charmer?”
He raised an eyebrow as he let go of her hand. “I don’t know about that. I’m sure my mother would prefer to think she raised me right.”
A man that looked like that and respected his mother? Alana might have to spend more time on the sales floor if this kind of man frequented her dealership. “Would you like to take the car for a test drive, Mr. Lang?” For the first time since he walked in, he rewarded her with his undivided attention, and it was a heady aphrodisiac indeed.
“I’d love to. But only if you’ll join me?”
She didn’t usually accompany customers on test drives, preferring to allow one of her commissioned salespeople to handle the transaction. “Sure, why not?” What fun was being the boss if she couldn’t break a few of her own rules once in a while? “I hope you don’t mind, but we’ll have to take a photocopy of your driver’s license and your license plate number. It’s company policy.”
He reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and extracted his wallet. “I don’t mind at all.” He handed her the pertinent information, which she passed off to her assistant.
“Would you mind photocopying that and giving it back to Mr. Lang?”
Lina smiled, as though he’d let her in on a secret. “FYI, it’s not Mr. Lang. It’s Dr. Lang, Alana.”
Alana waited for him to intervene, but he said nothing. “Pardon me, Dr. Lang.” She offered her hand. “Alana Miller. It’s a pleasure.”
Instead of kissing her hand, as he had Lina’s, he simply held it between both of his. “Please, call me Ryan.”
“Okay, Ryan.” When she tried to withdraw her hand, he took a step closer.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
Was he kidding? If she’d met him, she’d have had to be falling down drunk not to remember. “No, I’m afraid you must have me confused with someone else.”
He laughed. “Trust me, you’re the one.”
The way he said it made it sound like a lover’s caress. “Okay, I’ll bite. Where did we meet?”
“Is that a promise?” he asked, taking another step closer until he was invading her personal space.
Her scrambled brain struggled to keep up with the conversation. “Excuse me?”
“You said you’d bite.” His eyes fell to her lips. “Is that a promise?”
She had received hundreds of flirtatious comments over the years, but the good doctor obviously preferred to bypass flirting and get straight to the foreplay. She laughed, hoping he would join in. When he didn’t, she took a step back, trying to put some distance between them.
Instead of giving her some space, he moved closer, forcing her against the rear of a navy Boxster. “We met at a Christmas party last year. You attended with my colleague, Bruce Taylor.”
She and Bruce had dated on and off for four months; that was almost nine months ago. He was her last relationship, if semi-regular sex could be considered a relationship. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember meeting you.”
He laughed. “That’s because Bruce led you away from me in record time. He could tell I was interested…” His eyes traveled the length of her body. “Very interested. Obviously, he wasn’t willing to risk it.”
He was standing so close his spicy cologne assailed her, clouding her judgement. Had they not been in the middle of her dealership, she would have reached in to sample that decadent mouth. What was wrong with her? She didn’t make the first move, ever. “Risk what?”
“He liked you, a lot. I think he feared the feeling wasn’t mutual.” His eyes rested on her mouth a moment too long before he said, “I think he was afraid of this, Alana.”
Her eyes drifted closed at the sound of her name on his lips. She imagined what it would sound like when he was on the verge of shooting his hot seed into her. Would it sound raspier, somewhere between a curse and a plea? She mentally shook herself. If mere moments in the presence of a handsome stranger had this kind of effect on her, she really did need to get laid, and the sooner the better.
