“Shit,” I squeal, crashing into the chest of an older man.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you,” he says, grabbing hold of my upper arms.
“My fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
Slowly, I lift my head to see his face, finding myself staring at him through my eyelashes. He’s probably well over six feet tall, towering over my tiny frame.
Quickly stepping back, I apologize again as I take in this extremely handsome man. Silver flecks run through his beard and hair, and he’s wearing a well-fitted dress shirt which shows off his rather nice muscles. He’s got to be at least forty, Mia. Calm down.
I can’t think of anything to say. So, I say the first thing that pops into my head. “You haven’t seen a tall, blonde girl around the casino by any chance?”
Great description, Mia. That narrows it down to probably a quarter of the occupants.
“No, sorry, miss. I haven’t. The name’s Jackson.” He smirks as he extends his hand.
He’s probably getting some form of perverted joy out of this.
“Mia,” I reply, offering him my hand to shake.
The moment our hands connect, warmth spreads up my arm, sending shivers all over my body.
“Mia,” he repeats, shaking my hand for much longer than is required. “Are you staying here?”
Alana Jade is a sweet romance author from Sydney, Australia.
She’s a wife, mother to 6 children and fur-mum to one spoilt pug called Harper.
Alana’s loved writing sweet love stories for many years and always tries to give her characters the happy ever after they deserve.
When she’s not madly tapping on her computer or plotting a new story in her journal, you’ll find her curled up on the couch with Harper watching Friends, or reading a good book on her kindle.