His Woman

By Arabella Sheen

Lesley York, a divorced mother of two with a PhD in Fine Art, finds herself falling hard for the charm and charisma of Rafael Capello.

And love? Well, love has nothing to do with it. She’s making no plans for a future with Rafe. And besides, she’s ten years too old for him. What she needs from Rafe is physical fulfilment ... in other words, sex, but without the romance or strings attached.

But Rafe wants more from Lesley than a fleeting romance. He thinks she’s sophisticated and stylish, and he’s developed an unexpected passion for one sexy mature lady in particular...

As the University goes into lockdown, can Rafe and Lesley find love amid the crisis of a pandemic?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight
• Release date: Jul 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9780369503831

Arabella Sheen

Arabella Sheen is a British author of sizzling, sensual Contemporary and Historical romance novels.Published with Evernight Publishing, she is also a member of the Romantic Novelists' Association.Arabella likes nothing more than starting a new novel with romantic plots and passionate characters with whom her readers can share some stolen moments.​In her free time, and when she's not reading or writing romance novels, she is either on her allotment sowing and planting with the seasons or she can be found curled on the sofa pandering to the demands of her attention-seeking moggy.Having worked and lived in the city of Amsterdam in the Netherlands as a theatre nurse for nearly twenty years, Arabella now lives in the southwest of England with her family.

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Copyright© 2021 Arabella Sheen

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0383-1

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

HIS WOMAN

Romance on the Go ®

Arabella Sheen

Copyright © 2021

Chapter One

"Wow! Now that is what I call hot!" Annie whispered.

Lesley York had just bought two takeaway coffees, and as she flipped the lid on her cup, hot steam and the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans teased her nostrils.

I did warn you, Lesley said.

Sat on a stone bench in the University’s campus courtyard, and huddled beneath the thick thermal padding of her coat, she took a sip of the scalding liquid.

"No, not the coffee. I mean him … over there." Annie nudged her, almost making her spill her coffee.

Lesley followed Annie’s look across the courtyard and her gaze fell on Rafe Capello. She had to agree. Rafe was indeed a hunk of manhood. In fact, he was more than that. He was drop-dead gorgeous.

He had that dark, sultry Latino look most women fell for, and he was what her students would call fit. On the other hand, she would say he was just darn right sexy.

Annie giggled. If he was to give me one of his sports massages, I wouldn’t refuse.

Rafe’s specialty was sports, and as head of the University’s Sports Management department, he lectured on the subject. But Lesley doubted he would give massages. Stand in line, girl. If anyone’s due for a rubdown, I am. She laughed.

Lesley hoped it sounded like she was joking … but in reality, she wasn’t. And although she hadn’t told Annie that Rafe had already come on to her, she was seriously thinking about taking him up on his offer of a date. Only, she just hadn’t said yes to him … yet.

You should go for it, Annie said. And if you don’t, I will.

They watched as Rafe disappeared into the building that housed the swimming pool, and in unison, they both sighed with longing, and Lesley knew what she had to do.

The next morning, as dawn was breaking on the skyline, she cycled through the deserted, frost-coated streets of the city to reach her destination. There was a hushed silence around her, and having arrived at work, she noticed the campus courtyard was empty of life. In their halls of residence, students were still nestled beneath the warmth of their bedding, ignorant of the world awakening around them. And over in the main building, a shadowed outline of the night-watchman could be seen as he wandered corridors, switching on lights and unlocking doors in preparation for the start of another academic day.

Leaving her bike in the cycle rack outside, Lesley went to the side entrance where the door to the swimming pool and gym complex were. She punched in the security PIN, and shoving her hip against the door, she gained access and made her way to the locker rooms.

Having changed into a skimpy bathing suit that had once seen better days, she rinsed her body beneath the communal showers and made her way barefoot toward the edge of the pool. Without the protection of her bulky sweater and her long flowing skirt, she crossed her arms over her breasts, hoping to conceal the shortcomings of her figure.

As a mature woman of thirty-eight, she wasn’t the slender waif she’d once been. Her body, along with her mind and her outlook on life, had ripened.

Two teenage children, a PhD in Fine Art, and one acrimonious divorce later, and she had altered. Gone was the naïve dreamer of twenty years ago. In her place was a woman of calculated action. She thought before doing