The Gardener’s Ice Maiden by Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku (Excerpt)

In an out of character display of aggression, Olivia placed both hands on his shoulder and shoved her gardener

It was her one grand mistake…
Wanting to give her the satisfaction of getting back at him, he fell on his backside. The minute she laid her fingers on him in that rare show of
emotion, she crossed the line. And, he was going to make her pay back in full…

Oliver got up very slowly…keeping his eyes trained on his prey. Taking the few steps to where she stood panting, he grabbed her by both shoulders.
Slamming her to his chest, he kissed her clamped mouth. She stood stiffly in his arms. That incensed his male pride.

Wanting to shake her down from her high horse, he held her jaw firmly with one hand and held her back with the other hand. Bringing down his head for a second time, he
gave her a bite on her neck. That seductively intimate act made her moan and her lips parted slightly. Going for the final onslaught, he poked his tongue
into her mouth and she went limp in his arms, shutting her eyes. His tongue took permanent residence in the heat of her mouth and his tongue was scorched
in the process.
Bringing up his hand to her face, he kissed her cheeks, her neck and would have gone downwards…
But suddenly, her brain received the message that she ought to stop this madness. Lifting up her hand, she hit him across his face.
Instantly, he let her go.
Holding his face from the smack he knew he deserved, he turned his back on her. What he did was professionally unethical. He knew he’d gone way too
far, but her vulnerability coupled with her infuriating stubbornness had pushed him over the edge. Having her walk into his home late in the night, speaking to
him as if being a gardener made him less than a person was a direct attack at his insecurities. The fact that she paid his salary didn’t give her the right
to talk down at him.

He was nobody’s doormat, especially not Olivia’s!

‘I get it. So you come into my life to look for a job, I offer you what you want, you get rewarded, but that isn’t enough for you. You go ahead and warm your way
into my son’s life. What is your plan? To wreck my already fragile reputation in New Ferry?’ she paused, trying to make sense of what she’d just experienced.
‘Now…now you lay your filthy…wretched fingers on me, pulling me like some dirty, street tart…’ she choked, trying to get her point across.

* * * * *

Olivia didn’t sleep at all the whole night. Restlessly, she walked up and down her bedroom floor. Every nerve in her body was stretched to breaking limit.
That explosive kiss…
One kiss…no, not one, two heart-melting and nerve jangling kisses… And oh, his lips had felt so warm, so hard, so demanding. His skilled hands were
strong behind her back and his chest was just unmovable…a concrete wall of unyielding warmth and strength…and, effortlessly, he’d lynched her to emotional

Yielding her mouth to his had felt so right…so first-rate…

She was so horrified admitting that she was secretly pleased he’d crossed the fine line. What employee would dare pull up his boss and slam her down with a brazen

Only a mad man…!

Oliver Pedro was mad…!

Stark, raving mad…!

He was one barmy man she was stuck with for two long years. She’d never met such a disastrously arrogant, bold and daring
man in her life. It simply showed he was a different breed. He lacked class and finesse. The men she’d ever known would never treat her like he’d last night.
They would have asked her for a kiss, not dumped a kiss on her.
The amazing thing was that she expected herself to be blind with rage at his effrontery.
But she wasn’t!