Just My Type

Release date: 2 June 2014
Just My TypeJaniyah Henderson may be an adult, but her dad doesn’t see it that way. Granted, she’s enjoying her post-college life of little-to-no responsibility, but when her dad announces at a family meeting that she can’t handle working a “real job,” there’s only one thing to do: land a desk job and prove him wrong. When her brother’s best friend, Fredrick Jenkins, needs a new assistant, she knows she’s the perfect candidate. So what if she’s had a crush on the conservative accountant since she was nine? She’s the last woman Freddy would fall for.

But Fredrick is far from impervious to Janiyah’s charms. Though he can’t help but be attracted to her, he knows Janiyah is more interested in eating his cereal and teasing him than viewing him as more than the good guy next door. When he offers her the job, he can’t imagine her giving up her late mornings and colorful outfits for 8:00 a.m. meetings and pantyhose for too long. But as Janiyah excels as his employee, he fears he’s in danger of falling hard for a woman he shouldn’t care for.

Pretty soon the attraction they’ve tried to ignore boils to the surface. And after FredrBUY NOWick shows Janiyah the man behind the numbers, she’s ready to show him that she’s just the type of woman he needs.

by Synithia Williams

Contemporary
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Synithia Williams has loved romance novels since reading her first one at the age of 13. It was only natural that she would begin penning her own romances soon after. When she isn’t writing, this local government gal balances the needs of her husband and two sons. Find Synithia Williams at www.synithiawilliams.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @SynithiaW.

 

An excerpt from Just My Type:

Janiyah rushed over and pushed Fredrick out of the way. “There’s a spider camping out in my bathroom and I can’t go in there.” She opened his door and flew inside. “I’m gonna use yours until you kill it,” she said over her shoulder.

He pulled the key out of the door. “This is why I’m moving,” he said to himself. If he was going to work with her he definitely couldn’t continue living beside her.

He set down his gym bag and sat on the couch with a groan. He stretched his right leg out in front of him, placed his foot on the coffee table, and rubbed the dull ache in his knee. He’d hurt it a year ago playing in a flag football tournament. It always bothered him after a strenuous workout. Usually he paced himself, but physical taxation was worth it. If he was exhausted, he wouldn’t stay up half the night dreaming about her.

He rested his head along the back of the couch with his eyes closed when she came out of the bathroom. He sensed her beside him before the scent of her perfume wafted over him. He probably smelled worse than his gym bag.

“Freddy, what’s wrong?” she said, her voice soft.

He kept his head back and eyes closed. “Nothing.”

Cold fingers moved his hand out of the way and massaged his knee. His head popped up, and he pushed her hand away. “What are you doing?”

“You were rubbing it like it was bothering you.”

“You’re bothering me. And your hands are cold.”

She cocked her head to the side and smiled before moving closer.

“I wanted to thank you, but you’re being such an ass I might say forget it.” She rubbed her hands together before blowing in them.

“Thank me? You? I don’t believe it.”

“I’m serious. For showing confidence in my abilities, and not treating me like I’m a joke. I appreciate you giving me the job.”

“I only gave you the interview; you got the job on your own. I could have easily been overridden on the hiring decision.”

“I know, but the fact that you even trusted me enough to not screw up the interview. I appreciate that. I loved being a virtual assistant. Still do, but it was easier for me to work for people I didn’t know than those I did.”

He shifted to face her fully. “Why?”

“No one viewed my work seriously, so I kept that part of my life to myself. This job has been good. It’s teaching me to not be afraid to show everyone that I’m more than just the spoiled daughter of a rich daddy. I wouldn’t have believed I was capable of joining the ranks of the suit and tie club if it weren’t for you and this job.”

She finished warming up her hands and went back to rubbing his knee. Her small fingers gently rolled around the joint, relieving the ache there but causing another one higher.

He didn’t push her away this time.