It was kind of fun not having to be pleasant to him all the time. “Nah.” He was smiling with teeth now, like me losing it over a taco was the absolute best thing. “Did you make this?” I asked, the ass-biting comment forgotten as I practically came from a second bite of taco. The meat was tender and perfectly seasoned and the broth was tangy with a hint of smoke. “Holy shit!” It was hard to stay pissed at his greasy behind when he provided me with tacos this good. I dipped it in the little bowl of broth first, then closed my eyes and moaned when I actually took a bite. I picked up what looked like a birria taco with one eye on the plate and the other on Theo’s slick expression. But I decided to eat a taco first, because there was still the chance that I’d gone into some kind of low blood sugar episode and was hallucinating. Your ass is bitable.” He popped the rest of the taco into his grinning mouth. “What?” he asked, like I was the crazy one. He just grinned and licked his lips, and thankfully I was already sitting down, or my knees would’ve given out for sure. “What the fuck, Theo?” I knew my face had to be beet red. “Eat, and if you don’t stop putting your ass in my face, one of these days I’m going to take a bite out of it.” I almost dropped my damn tacos. It was so annoying how hot I found his rude ass. “The chef does whatever the fuck he wants,” he informed me after washing down a mouthful with some beer. Isn’t the chef supposed to eat after the guests?”
It was hard to know with how much food he was shoveling down this throat. He scoffed or maybe some taco went down the wrong pipe. “Damn, you’re so freaking pushy,” I protested, sinking down next to him. Seeing him wolfing down food like a regular human put me a little bit more at ease. “They’re going to get cold,” he grumbled through a mouthful of taco. “Sit,” he ordered as he passed me my glass and lowered himself down, but my knees didn’t budge. I stared at the food like it was going to jump off the plate and grab my face. “I thought we could watch something,” he said, as he uncorked a bottle. It was atmospheric as hell and this meal had just become an endurance challenge. There were two cushions side by side on the rug and he’d lit all the candles. “What’s this?” I squeaked out, pointing at the two plates on the coffee table.
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Agreeing to do a home improvement reality TV show with her sexy, and suddenly flirtatious, former boss is not a good idea, but it just might be the makeover her heart has been waiting for. Her new life in Dallas seems like everything Alba’s ever wanted, until a bafflingly charming and attentive Theo turns up in the Lone Star State with an offer she simply cannot refuse. When opportunity knocks, she decides to put herself first for once…which means leaving her demanding boss-and relatives-behind. He’s also about as warm and fuzzy as a New York City winter, and quite frankly, Alba has had enough of his ridiculous demands and cold shoulder. Theo Ganas is a former Olympic swimmer and heir to a bona fide real estate empire. Her most hated? Working as the assistant to the most gorgeous-and most infuriating-man on earth. Her favorite gig is doing Instagram-worthy, bookish-themed bedroom makeovers for friends.
Intrigued? Well read on to discover the synopsis and an excerpt from On The Hustle, which releases on October 11th 2022.Īlba Duarte is the queen of the side hustle.Īs the eldest daughter in her crisis-prone family, she’s always stepped up to help. USA TODAY bestselling author Adriana Herrera makes her triumphant return to contemporary romance (after her stellar historical debut A Caribbean Heiress in Paris) with the release of On The Hustle!
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