For successful businesswoman, Diana O’Connor, it was love at first sight the moment she met Todd at the age of seventeen. She expressed her love through letters. But after a year of no response from him, she accepted the shattering truth that her brother’s best friend, Todd Fox, would never see as her more than an annoying brat. She moved on and loved another.
Years later and unexpectedly, Todd expresses his love and asks for her hand in marriage. When she refuses to believe him, he tries all the wicked ways to make her accept his love. Including the most explicit sexual intimacy imaginable. This fuels her desire and sweeps her away.
Top-notch engineer, Todd William Fox, never intended to hurt Diana’s feelings by ignoring her letters. She was young and off-limits. Now, after years of watching her turn into a beautiful headstrong woman, he loses his heart to her. When Diana’s brother gives him the go signal to pursue her, he sets out on persuading Diana into his arms and into his bed. But will chatterbox Diana give her heart the way she yielded her body to him—wholeheartedly?
"Hell, no!" This time, she couldn't control her burst of laughter.
"Well, this is a cool place to entertain a special guest while naked. It's cozy and has a wanna-cuddle feeling. Don't you think?"
"Yeah. What would you feed your naked guest?"
"Chocolates."
"Chocolates? Didn't know you possessed a romantic side." Diana loved chocolates as much as she loved margaritas. Those who knew about her predilection to sweets showered her with all kinds of candies and chocolates for her birthday or during the holidays. Not Todd. Not once had he given her anything except for the roses when she turned seventeen, which she dried and saved.
"It surfaces when called for."
She should leave the room, mingle with the guests and not return Todd's flirtations, but the moment was too good to end. Besides, she still couldn't remember why she followed him here. "Now why chocolates?"
"First, tell me why you like chocolates."
"It makes me feel good. I think I'm addicted to all kinds of chocolates. So you know that I love them."
"Hard not to. You eat chocolates while working, studying, watching television or using your computer. Love, you are constantly licking your fingers."
"Then how come you never gave me any?"
"Because I've never been naked in front of you before. Now, why do I entertain using chocolates? Chocolates were thought by the Aztecs to have aphrodisiac qualities."
"I've heard of that." She wondered if that bit of chocolate she ate that covered half of the strawberry was enough to stimulate sexual desire.
"Is that why you love chocolates?"
"No."
"Go on."
"So when it was first introduced to Europe, men thought it was an ideal gift to give to a loved one."
"Hmmm…no wonder European men are known for their romantic nature."
"Uh-huh. Plus, they think Americans are barbarians and uncouth."
His fingers found the curves of her hips and slowly massaged her flesh.
"Todd, what are you doing?" She should stop him. If only she could come up with a nasty thing to say to dissuade him. Move, tongue, move.
"What do you think I am doing?" Todd gripped her hipbone.
The warmth of his hands seeped through her purple dress. "Todd, you shouldn't—"
"Chocolate contains substances called Phenyl ethylamine and serotonin," Todd continued, but his voice turned huskier, lower, and God help her, seductive.
"Humans have them in their brain," Diana managed although her mind was beginning to focus on the sweet sensation his fingers caused.
"Right. They are the mood inducing agents. When you're happy, your brain releases those agents, therefore increasing your happiness. If you are feeling amorous, the agents will double the feeling as well."
His hands moved up and down her side, creating heavenly friction on her skin.
"So when a woman eats her lover's chocolates, imagine the amount of agents her brain and chocolates are pumping into her nervous system. Her mood changes and her heart rate increases, passion and lust double rapidly."
"Is that…is that why it's called an aphrodisiac?"
"There may not be truth in it, but I like the idea. Do you think the owner painted this room milk chocolate because she loves chocolate or it helps her stimulate her senses?"
"Both."
Todd kissed the side of her neck like a whisper without pressing his lips on her skin while he kept his hands busy, touching the undersides of her breasts. "Are your senses stimulated right now?"
