That Boston Man

Rome was not enough man for one woman.  Newspaper reporter, Lexie Templeton, didn’t need to meet Rome Lockwood to know his type—a male chauvinist playboy with a different girl on his arm every night!  Lexie’s caustic comments to Shari Sullivan, the gossip columnist, hit the headlines, and Rome Lockwood came storming into the office looking for Lexie and revenge.  With fire in his eyes, Rome challenged her to stand by her feminist views.  And Lexie accepted the challenge, never dreaming that the sparks had only begun to fly…

“You’re forgetting something,” he said.  Lexie stared coldly at Rome Lockwood.  “I’ve seen you to your door; isn’t that enough?”  she demanded.  His arrogant brow arched to mock her.  “The good-night kiss.  It’s compulsory.”  “Oh, God.”  She exhaled an angry breath.  “Do you honestly think for one minute that I’m going to kiss you?  This whole evening has been a farce, but this is one laugh you’re not going to get.”  Rome shrugged.  “It’s a difficult thing to carry out.  I quite understand why you wouldn’t want to do it.”  She glared at his handsome, mocking face, then succumbed to his blackmail.  Her breath caught when her lips touched his firmly molded mouth.  “Not bad,” Rome murmured appraisingly.  “Now let me show you how it’s done…”