Second Chance Flame

Second Chance Flame An Enemies To Lovers Second Chance Romance Dorothy Voisin Copyright Copyright ©2023 by Dorothy Voisin All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents Blurb 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 Blurb My life was going just fine until I bumped into a dripping sweaty hot fireman my ex, Jason, in the elevator of our apartment building. Our breakup was messy, and the last thing I wanted was to see him again, but fate had other plans. The tension between us is palpable, and I can't deny the attraction that still burns between us. He's a firefighter and knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to get it. But can we overcome our past mistakes and find a way to make things work? As we're to be near each other, old feelings resurface, and soon we're caught up in a whirlwind of passion and desire. But will our second chance at love be enough to overcome the obstacles in our way or will living in the same apartment building be torture? 1 Chapter 1 Amanda He stands before me in nothing but his bathrobe, and I can't help but feel a familiar heat rising within me. His ruggedly handsome features, with a jawline so sharp it could cut through glass, make my heart race with desire. As he begins to trail soft, wet kisses up my leg, I let out a soft moan, unable to contain the pleasure he's giving me. With each movement of his lips, I'm consumed by an insatiable hunger for more. Suddenly, his lips find mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. Our tongues dance together in a passionate tango, and I can feel his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer. I'm lost in a sea of desire as he explores every inch of my body with his skilled touch. As the heat between us builds, he grabs me fiercely by the waist and pulls me toward him. I can feel his hard body pressed against mine, and I know that I'm his, completely and utterly consumed by his touch. My eyes flew open as I realized I was again dreaming about Jason, my ex-boyfriend. I try to shake it off, but the images and sensations linger in my mind, making it hard for me to focus on anything else. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I can't let these thoughts and feelings consume me, especially not now when I have so much work to do. "Ugh, not again..." I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. Since our breakup, I have had these dreams about Jason on and off. And I don't get it. Why do I have to dream about someone whom I hate so much? I hate him for doing this to me, but I hate myself even more for still wanting him. Three years after we started dating and being in a relationship, he told me he didn't want to be in a committed relationship. I could not believe it at first and tried to reason with him. But it looked like he didn't care about me a little, and we had to part ways. Though we didn't end on a good note, and I hate him the most out of all the people in this world, I am still dreaming about him. I shake my head, get out of bed, and dress for the day. Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself; my long ginger hair falls in loose waves around my shoulders. Jason had always said he loved my dark blue eyes and small nose. He would say I was his type but he made me hate my appearance. I started to hate the ocean because Jason said my eyes reminded him of it. He made me hate this city because every part of it reminds me of him. Was I not enough? I shake my head and realize thinking about him won't help, so I prepare for the day. I will wear a white blouse, a black skirt, and a black blazer. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the unruly waves and decide to pull it back into a loose ponytail. With minimal makeup, I am out the door to start my day. I have a lot going on at work these days. Being a fashion designer is challenging; the job comes with much brain activity, and sometimes I need more ideas. But I can't afford to slack right now. With an important project coming up, I need to be on my best game. I enter the elevator of my apartment building. When the doors open, Jason walks in. There he stands, in all his glory, tall and buff because of his firefighter background. His dirty-blond hair rests in waves on his head, and his intense brown eyes—oh, his brown eyes would always put me in a trance. Looking at him reminds me of my dream about him this morning, and I gulp. My heart races when seeing him, and I can immediately feel the tension between us. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other since the breakup, and he had left again for the academy. I'm not sure if I'm ready for this encounter. "Morning, Amanda," he says, his voice deep and smooth. "Morning, Jason," I say, trying to keep my tone neutral. The elevator is