Judy Hubbard - Our First Embrace

From first kiss to last

Nicole Carter just landed her dream job working for fashion legend Alexander James in Paris. Sparks fly when they meet. But her buttoned-up alpha boss is determined to ignore the heat building between them, and Nicole knows crossing the line is taboo. Though that doesn’t stop her from fantasizing about them sharing a steamy night together in the most romantic city in the world.…

The once-burned-by-love designer doesn’t trust women—or the powerful desire his alluring new hire is bringing to the forefront. Giving in to temptation will put everything Alexander’s worked for at risk. Is he willing to fight for the woman he thinks he could spend forever with?

“Mmm.” She sighed as his thumbs circled the base of her neck. “Right there.”

“There?” At her positive nod, his hands made their way under the sweetheart neckline of her blouse, sliding his fingers up and down her neck and shoulders.

The touch of his flesh against hers almost sent him over the edge into madness, but he maintained his sanity somehow; however, when she purred deep in her throat and softly spoke his name on a serrated sigh of desire—that was his undoing.

Swiveling her chair around, he pulled her up out of her seat until her soft body was pressed against his solid one, and without giving her or himself time to think, he fused his lips to hers. Her mouth was opened in a half gasp of surprise, which he took full advantage of, slipping his seeking tongue past the barrier of her white teeth in search of her own.

Oh, my Lord! Kissing her, thoroughly and properly, was even better than he had dreamed. Stopping wasn’t an option. Tasting more of her incredible mouth was his only objective, and he carried out that mission with a vengeance.

JUDY LYNN HUBBARD

is a Texas native who has always been an avid reader—particularly of romance. Judy loves well-written, engaging stories with characters she can identify with, empathize with and root for. When writing, she honestly can’t wait to see what happens next; she knows if she feels that way, she’s created characters and a story that readers will thoroughly enjoy, and that’s her ultimate goal.

Our First Embrace

Judy Lynn Hubbard

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Dear Reader,

Our First Embrace was a story that simply took me away, and I hope it does the same for you. There was so much I wanted to tell, but so few pages I had to tell it in. More than once, I bemoaned my word count limitations.

This book was supposed to be the third and final installment in the Carter sibling trilogy. However, as I wrote Our First Embrace, the character of Victor James (Alexander’s brother) really stood out for me. I think he’s worthy of his own book. Is Monique (Nicole’s friend and coworker) the woman for Victor, or is there someone else waiting in the wings? Stay tuned to find out.

In the meantime, cuddle up with Nicole and Alexander as they search for their happily ever after. I hope you enjoy Our First Embrace.

As always, thank you for your continued support, and happy reading!

Judy

www.JudyLynnHubbard.com

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 1

Paris in the springtime! Native New Yorker, twenty-five-year-old Nicole Carter, couldn’t believe she was finally in France.

It was a beautiful Monday morning with plenty of sunshine. The temperature was a cool forty-two degrees, and she didn’t bother to fasten her light jacket as she walked along the sidewalk, passing various brightly colored cafés that beckoned her to stop; however, she resisted. The last thing she needed was to be late for her first day.

She was in enough trouble already—arriving a week later than scheduled so she could attend her brother’s wedding in New York. Alexander James, her new boss, hadn’t been too happy about her requested delay, and she prayed he wouldn’t hold it against her.

Nicole halted in front of a six-story stone building that housed Alexander’s Fashion House. She stood outside for a few seconds smiling at the edifice before opening the glass door and walking inside. Opulent surroundings greeted her—black-and-white marble floors, tapestry chairs and expensive artwork. Everything about Alexander’s screamed class.

She approached the security booth, and after receiving her badge was directed to the sixth floor. Upon exiting the elevator, Nicole checked in with the receptionist, who showed her to Alexander James’s office. She paused long enough to take several calming breaths before rapping lightly on the closed wooden door and plastering a smile on her face. Then she opened the door and went inside.

The first thing she noticed was how large and spacious the office was. With its heavy wood-and-leather furniture, it had definitely been decorated for a man by a man. The hardwood floor shone. Huge windows occupied the entire back wall, allowing a multitude of light to stream in and soften the dark decor.

The second thing she noticed was the imposing man rising from behind a massive mahogany desk as she entered. He had to be over six feet—definitely the master of his domain. Alexander James’s photos didn’t begin to do him justice.

He was dressed casually in a navy blazer, white shirt, no tie and navy slacks. He wore his dark brown hair slightly long and curly. His skin tone was much lighter than hers; the café-au-lait complexion reflected his heritage, his mother being European and his father African-American. It was his hazel eyes flecked with gold that really drew Nicole in—even though at the moment they were dancing with displeasure and directed squarely at her.

“Welcome to Paris, Miss Carter.” Alexander’s deep voice caressed her skin, and prickles shot up her arm as he briefly clasped her small hand in his large one.

“Thank you.” She sat in the seat he motioned to in front of his desk, and he resumed his seat behind it.

“Did you have a nice flight?”

“Yes.” She crossed her legs, resting her hands in her lap. “Thank you for asking.”

“Is your hotel satisfactory?”

“It’s beautiful,” she assured. Calling her temporary home, the art deco–inspired Lutetia, a hotel seemed insulting.

“Good.” He nodded. “You should be comfortable there until you can find more permanent quarters.”

“I plan to look for something this weekend.”

“I expected you to have a place lined up before arriving.”

“I meant to, but...” Her voice trailed off.

“But time got away from you.”

Her shoulders stiffened at his slightly accusatory tone. She met his cool gaze with one of her own. So this was the way it was going to be? She sighed inwardly.

“Life happens, Mr. James,” she tightly informed him.

“Prudent planning is worth its weight in gold, Miss Carter.” He folded his arms across his broad chest. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Whenever possible.” She silently counted to ten and reminded herself he was her new boss, and she wanted this job.

* * *

Alexander remained silent while his eyes studied her from head to toe. She reminded him of a porcelain doll. Her shapely figure was accentuated by her crisp and professional black pantsuit. Her short tapered hairstyle perfectly framed her heart-shaped face, and her deep brown eyes were very expressive—at the moment, tinged with frustration. She was a beautiful woman, a fact he was angry at himself for noticing. She was his employee; she was here to work, and work she would!

“We’re having an in-house spring show at the end of next month and then a big yearly show at the end of August.” He sat back in his plush leather chair and tapped his desktop with his fingers. “You’re already a week behind.”