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- Herausgeber: Mia London Books
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: Kaleidoscope
- Sprache: Englisch
She was a damsel in distress…
…and he was just the man to save her.
Or really, save her data.
Curtis didn’t mind helping Brooke or saving her computer. But when she forgets to log off her screen-share, holy shit!
He couldn’t believe his eyes—her delicate fingers, her curves, her moans. He was so screwed.
You’ll love this story because love at first sight really does exist.
Get it now.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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Blue-Eyed Devil
Kaleidoscope Series, Book 2
Mia London
BLUE-EYED DEVIL
Copyright ©2021 Mia London Books
ISBN 978-1-955369-05-3
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the publisher.
Publisher: Mia London Books
PO Box 93852
Southlake, TX 76092
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Other Books by Mia London
About the Author
Chapter One
Brooke had no idea what she was looking for. All the laptops looked the same. Obviously, she knew some had more features, RAM, and whatever, but that still didn’t give her a clear understanding of what she needed.
She combed the area again; all the sales reps were busy with customers.
She let out a sigh. If her computer could have just hung on a little while longer…
Brooke did freelance graphic design. She owned her own company. Prior to that, she’d been with a company that went under. Eight years she’d been with Schloop—a quirky, cutting- edge internet company that truly was ahead of its time. When she left, they gave her the laptop she’d been using for the past three years, and the prior night, it finally died.
She didn’t know enough about technology to pick for herself. All she knew was she had one that had worked just fine.
She stared at a laptop from a reputable company and rubbed her forehead.
“Looks like you’re having trouble making a decision.”
She lifted her head to the right to see a man standing beside her. He stood about six-two, had medium brown hair, and his dimples showed when he smiled. He didn’t wear a nametag.
“Um, yeah. I was hoping for some help,” she glanced the near-by area, “but everyone seems to be busy.” That’s what she got for shopping on the Friday of a holiday weekend, not that she had a choice.
“Maybe I can help. Do you know what you need?” He had a faint clean scent to him, like freshly showered, and he’d skipped the cologne.
She bit the inside of her cheek. “Not really.”
“What are you using it for?”
“I do graphic design.”
“Oh, cool. Well, then you’ll definitely want a fast graphics card.”
She didn’t completely understand everything he was saying, but it certainly sounded good. And really at this point, she either needed to make a decision or come back another time. She’d hear this guy out.
He pointed to the left, stepping closer toward her as he spoke. “This one has a great graphics card with good storage too.”
She nodded. “Okay. Is it fast?”
He tilted his head and straightened. “It’s okay. But the best way to get a fast computer is to get one with a fast processor.”
How did he know all this stuff?
“Okay.”
He went around her to one with a larger screen and the price tag to follow.
“Wow.” Could she spend that much?
“Right. The processor is one of the most expensive parts of the PC, but again, one of the best things you can do to get speed is invest in a fast processor.”
Okay, that made sense. “How do you know all this?”
He grinned. “I’m sorta a computer geek.”
This guy in fitted jeans and T-shirt with muscles pressing against the fabric was a computer nerd?
She turned back to the expensive PC. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the money; she worried she’d be buying more power than she needed.
“Oh, what the hell,” she muttered.
He chuckled and the sound sent a nice little thrill through her body. She couldn’t help but smile back.
“So, take this card to checkout. They’ll get the computer for you there.” He reached beside her for the identifying card and handed it to her.
“Okay.” She could do this. Maybe she’d have to come back and see if they could save any of her data.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked.
“I, um, just have my old PC. It’s dead, but I’m pretty sure all my stuff is still on the hard drive.”
He glanced toward the back of the store at the help desk. There was a line of about twenty people. “Well, they can help you. Just looks like it might take a bit.” His blue eyes met hers. “Did you bring your old PC?”
