Sudden Desire by Lauren Dane

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
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    The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated E –rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
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    SUDDEN DESIRE
    Lauren Dane
    Trademarks Acknowledgment
    The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
    Armani: GA Modefine S.A.
    Kodak: Eastman Kodak Company
    Lakers: The Los Angeles Lakers, Inc.
    Lexus: Toyota Jidosha Kabushiki Kaisha, TA Toyota Motor Corporation Porsche: Dr. Ing. h.c. F. Porsche AG
    Prada: Prefel S.A.
    Chapter One
    In a fit of annoyance, Tess Marshall looked up from the stack of papers she’d been putting together in order of importance and sighed, blowing a curl out of her face. “What the hell am I doing here?”
    She’d started as Trevor Ryan’s personal assistant two years ago. Two years she’d had a crush on him. Wanted him. Watched him with other women—and he never gave her more than a look destined for the help. Okay, so he did get that she made his life easier and he seemed to understand that she was really good at her job. But aside from

the occasional moments when he let go of his position and really saw her as a person, most of the time she felt like a machine.
    Worse, he was selfish and often ungrateful. Thank you rarely came from his lips. He was fond of picking at things he knew little about and she had no power to change. And while she certainly had no complaints about how well she was paid, she was fed up with feeling unappreciated.
    Just that afternoon he’d had two tickets to the Lakers game, and he’d given them to his gardener. His gardener! She worked her ass off for him all day, every day and many times in the middle of the night. Hell, she bought him condoms and boxer shorts and he’ d never given her tickets to anything. He was richer than god, everyone loved him and watched his stupid movies, and he sent his agent to Hawaii and gave her a gift certificate to a day spa. Very nice and all, she appreciated it and certainly couldn’t have afforded it herself, but she had as yet to use it because she worked for him all of the time.
    And frankly, she just didn’t think she could watch him lure yet another brainless actress into his bed. He never cared about them and they never cared about him. Oh he was nice to them and all. Bought them pretty things while they had his favor, but in the end, he walked away, on the prowl for a new conquest.
    “Tess.” His voice jarred her out of her thoughts as he walked into the room. “I said I wanted a Cobb salad and they didn’t put enough eggs on it. Take it back and get more eggs.” He tossed the container on the stack of papers she’d been trying to organize for him.
    Her vision went red for a moment but then everything shifted and she had a moment of