The Lingerie Castle

** Scottish Football Romances **

When clothing designer Alexis Carlson accidentally spills her wine on the Scotsman sitting beside her on the plane overseas, she has no idea he's Camden Monroe--the famous European soccer player, and the client who wants her to design an entire clothing line using his name. Even though she just wants to do her job, Camden takes her on a working 'romp' around Scotland, asking more questions about her family-owned business and her life than she wants to answer. Alexis can't date clients because of past problems, but when Camden's American supermodel ex-girlfriend wants Camden back, Alexis wishes she could compete. However, she knows she's destined to be alone.

Excerpt

"Ye edjit!" The voice was deep, loud, and definitely Scottish.

Alexis Carlson's eyes widened as her head swirled at the sound. The man sitting next to her on the transatlantic first class flight jumped to his feet, brushing something from his light colored pants.

"Did you think I needed a dunkin?" he yelled again. Heads snapped toward them with everyone in first class watching the drama unfold. Alex wanted to sink beneath the cushions in the seat, hating that she was the center of attention.

She had to calm the man down and show her professional side. "What's the matter?" She was worried, but didn't want to let it show. Certainly he wasn't upset with her. She didn't do anything.

The man stared at Alex. "You spilt your red wine on me, lass." He pointed toward his pants. "It looks like I'm dyin', bleedin' like a stuck pig, or have hemorrhoids or somethin'."

"I-I'm sorry." She wished for a napkin to help him pat off the wine. Her cheeks heated up and her stomach plummeted in shock. She had no idea she'd done anything wrong.

"R-right you are," he snapped again, the rolling of his r's sounding like thunder to her ears. "A pretty lass like you should have more manners."

As he kept muttering and wiping his pants, the people around them laughed. But it wasn't funny. Alex glanced up at the Scotsman's blue eyes and short dark blond hair. He was handsome, with very masculine features. But at that very moment, he was more than angry. She wanted to crawl in a hole, but had to stare at him.

If she could just capture that sexy look and market it, she'd be a millionaire and wouldn't have to be known as the 'Manwarmer designer' for her brother's and her clothing company.

Angry people frightened her. Considering she didn't spill anything that she knew of, she was almost stunned. She looked for her glass, but it rolled on the floor, so she picked the empty thing up and put it on the tray. The thought that she did this made her stomach fall out of fear, worrying this stranger would harm her in some way. She had to do something to make the situation better.