It's that day again. Here is a snippet from my current WIP which has the working title of The Billionaire Candidate. It is book 5 in The Sherbrookes of Newport Series and features Trent Sherbrooke, Jake and Sara's cousin. This is the first meeting between Addison and Trent. Please remember that this is UNEDITED snippet, so NO ONE but me has seen this!!!!
Crossing the sidewalk, he pulled out his smartphone when it beeped letting him know he had a text message. Another message from Lindsey. He’d told her he had know idea when he might be back in London again. If all went as he hoped his brother, Gray, would be talking over his position while he focused on his future in politics. Without stopping Trent typed out a message as he walked toward the bakery, the scent of the pasteries and espresso already making his stomach rumbnle and he hadn’t even stepped inside yet.
He hit an object and heard the startled cry of surprise seconds before the hot coffee splahsed across his phone. Message forgotten he looked up and at the living object he’d just run over. “I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?” He knelt down to help the woman retrieve the papers she’d dropped. Several were covered with coffee as was the front of her blouse.
“I’m fine.” The woman stacked the pages together and stood. “I’ll need to reprint these though.” She accepted the pages he held out to her.
Without a second though, Trent reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a case holding his business cards. “Send a copy of your dry cleaning bill to this address.” He held out the card, but she made no move to accpet it.
“Thank you, but that’s not necessary.”
Trent let his hand fall back to his side. “At least let me replace your coffee.”
The woman shook her cup. “There is a little left. I’ll make my usual afternoon stop later and get more.”
Turned down twice in less than three minutes, he didn’t think that had ever happened to him before. He assumed either the woman didn’t recognize him or was one of the few people out there who turned down a freebie when offered. Trent dropped his business card on her stacked papers. “Just in case you change your mind about the dry cleaning.”
This time the woman picked up the card. “I thought you looked familiar, but really don’t worry about it. Accidents happen.” The woman gave him a kind smile and began to turn. “Have a good afternoon.”
Trent stood and watched the woman walk away enjoying the sight of her bare legs sticking out from her skirt as she headed down the sidewalk. For him there was just something about a great pair of legs that drove him up the wall. In his hand his phone beeped letting him know he’d received another message. After typing in a short reply, he stuck the phone in his jacket pocket and headed into the bakery, his orginal destination.