You ever heard of the saying 'opposites attract.' Well, that applies to the hero and heroine, Thomas and Karin, even though their first impressions of each other bring anything but the word "attraction" to mind. It's more like 'hate at first sight.' Please check out Led By Desire and see how polar opposites Karin and Thomas go from antagonism to desire.
Grabbing his jacket, Karin searched it until she located his billfold. Finding a stack of bills, she took out half of them. “Consider this payment for the ride home and making me miss work tonight.”
Thomas snapped his neck forward. “It wasn’t my fault that manager made you drive me home. He wanted to provide good customer service.”
“Marc wanted revenge for me turning him down for a date. He knows I need every single penny I make in tips, and making me drive you home was punishment.”
“That’s between you and him, not my concern. Give me back my wallet and my money.”
Karin tossed the billfold onto the floor in front of him but tucked the money she’d already removed into her back pocket. “Sorry, you made it your concern when you cost me a night’s work. If you’d gotten into the taxi I hailed for you, we wouldn’t be here right now.”
“I had at least a thousand bucks in there, and you have at least half of it. You can’t tell me you would have made five hundred dollars tonight at the club.”
“Maybe not.” She shrugged. “I’m considering the rest of it payment for putting up with your sorry, uptight ass.”
“You’re not the only one who works hard for their money.” In one swift movement, Thomas stood up and lunged for Karin. She stepped back, but wasn’t quick enough to escape his grasp. Gripping her by the arms, Thomas couldn’t stay on his feet, and fell back onto the sofa, taking Karin down with him.
“Let me go!” Karin tried to push him away, but Thomas held her tightly.
“Not until you give me back my money!” She felt his hand run down her back to her behind, where it landed on the bulge the money had formed.
She didn’t know how, but somewhere along the way, the touch turned into a caress. Every sensible notion in her head told her to pull away and get out of there as fast as she could. Thomas had given her nothing but grief that night, and staying would only lead to trouble and likely more grief. However, her body had other ideas, as she found herself responding to his touch by pressing closer against him.
As if they had a mind of their own, her hands snaked their way across his chest, confirming what she’d thought when she’d helped him from her car into his house—the man had a hell of a body. Even through the button-down shirt, Karin could feel the outline of taut, sinewy muscles. Getting this kind of body took a lot of dedication and plenty of hours in the gym. She started to ask him where he found the time to make himself a rival to Michelangelo’s David, when Thomas started kissing her and the question no longer seemed important.