The Seduction (3 page)

“You’ll get your dirty pictures.” I
smirk.

“I don’t need to see them,” he says,
dismissively.

Huh. Well, I get all kinds in here, not just
the spouses in need of a pre-nup get-out clause. Desperate fathers
needing to lure their princess away from gold-digging scum;
daughters out to get rid of their wicked step-mother; women wanting
to give their girlfriends the fuck they deserve. I will seduce
anyone -- for a price.

“I made contact with the girl today,” I tell
him. “She won’t be a problem.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself,” he sneers,
heading for the door. “What makes you think she’ll give it up for
you?”

“All women are the same,” I tell him. “This
one is no exception.”

Even the hottest woman is still a job for
me. I meet them; they fall to their knees; I snap the pictures. No
feelings, no complications. I kicked those kinds of feelings to the
curb years ago. I had to.

He leaves, and I pull out the surveillance
photos I snapped of the girl on her way into work this morning:
hair pulled back in that good-girl bun, neat blouse and pencil
skirt, all business.

Keely Fawes.

After the desperate housewives I’ve been
fucking lately, this one is a refreshing change. Pretty, stacked,
with lush hips and a great ass -- even if she does try and hide it
in those prim librarian outfits.

Yeah, this one will be fun. She has a mouth
on her, too. None of that playing dumb, bimbo shit. Hell, I could
practically feel her soaking through her panties when I stopped her
from taking that tumble. Glazed eyes, flushed cheeks -- that girl
had desire written all over her face just looking at me. If she’s
not a virgin, then she’s damn close. Probably gave it up to her
college boyfriend, the kind of pussy who looked deep in her eyes,
told her he loved her, and came in five seconds flat.

She’s probably never had a real man in her
life; never felt a dick slide so deep she sees God.

“That your latest victim?” Maggie comes in,
wearing cut-offs and a tank top. I’ve told her to look smart for
the clients, but she just tells me to go fuck myself.

“I’ll be doing her a favor.” I get out of my
chair and check the time. “That’s my cue. Get the invoice ready for
the client; you can send it along in an hour.”

“Sixty minutes? You’re pretty confident.”
Maggie smirks. “Maybe she doesn’t go your way.”

“Everybody goes my way.” I look back down at
the top picture of Keely. She’s frowning at her computer, a pen
tucked behind her ear. She looks on-edge, with no hint of her humor
from this afternoon.

“Not everybody,” Maggie snaps.

I raise an eyebrow. “Remember Stacy?”

Maggie makes a face. The only reason she’s
lasted as my assistant is that she loves pussy nearly as much as
me. She even shared a couple of girls -- until she realized that
once they get a taste of my dick, her toys won’t ever compare.

We might give each other a hard time, but we
keep each other honest.

“One of these days, a girl’s going to turn
you down,” she says. “And I’ll be right here, laughing my head
off.”

“Keep dreaming.” I slap her on the ass as I
head out the door. “Never gonna happen!”

FIVE

KEELY

“And that’s when I told him he could run off
back home to his wife. Keely? Hello, earth to Keely?” Justine’s
voice breaks through my daze.

“What?” I blink, my cheeks flushed. We’re in
her office, going over some case research I’ve been doing for her
-- which is really just an excuse for her to bitch about her latest
romantic dramas.

“Nothing. Are you OK?” She frowns at me.
“You look kind of red.”

“No. I’m fine!” I scramble to pull myself
together. Ever since running into that drop-dead sexy guy in the
juice bar, I’ve been zoning out, daydreaming about his devilish
blue eyes and those strong, muscular arms wrapped out me...

I can’t help myself. Even though I should be
disgusted by the way he spoke to me, the memory of his outrageous
comment sends a shiver down my spine -- and to other, more private
places. It’s been so long since I felt anything at all, it’s a
strange relief that he can get under my skin like this. And the way
he looked at me... It was like a wolf eying a doe. One he was about
to devour whole.

I wanted to be that feast.

But still, I couldn’t help but feel a tremor
of unease, a dark edge to the mystery. Who was he? And how could he
know my name? We’d never met before, I was sure about that.

A man like him, you didn’t forget.

“You are seriously zoned out today,”
Justine’s voice comes again.

“I’m just tired,” I lie, looking back at the
papers on her desk. “I’ve been working late all week prepping the
Montgomery file for Carter.”

“That jackass.” Justine curls her lip. “You
should--”

“I know, I know, I should stand up to him
more,” I cut her off. Then I catch sight of the clock above her
desk. “Shit, I’ve got to go. There’s a new client meeting he wants
me to sit in on.”

“You want to grab drinks tonight?” she asks
as I head out the door. “Sports night at McLarens. Hot jocks as far
as the eye can see!”

“Maybe!”

I hurry down the hall towards Carter’s
office. Justine is always trying to drag me out on the town with
her. She says it’s easier to pick up guys in a pair: they always
travel with wing-men too. But the bar scene has never been my
thing, especially in LA. Guys here always talk to you with one eye
on the door, like they’re waiting for someone hotter to walk in. I
like to think I’m pretty enough with my long, wavy brown hair and
wide blue eyes, but compared to the stacked blonde starlets and
models strolling down the street in LA, there’s no competition.

The guy from the juice store probably dates
girls like that: nineteen-year-old swimsuit models who can’t string
a sentence together but who have legs up to their ears.

“We meet again.”

I stop dead, staring in shock. For a moment,
I wonder if I’ve lost my mind completely and have conjured him up
out of my imagination. But no, the gorgeous man from the store is
sitting in Carter’s empty office, watching me with a smile.

“Do you want to come in?” he asks, looking
amused.

“Uh, sure,” I stutter, quickly darting into
the room. My heart races being near him again. He’s all I’ve
thought about for the last twenty-four hours, and now I can’t
resist sneaking a look to drink him in again.

God, he looks good. He’s wearing another
smart suit, a crisp white shirt open at his neck, contrasting with
the deep gold of his tan. There’s bronzed stubble along his jaw,
and his blonde hair is ruffled out of place -- contrasting his
impeccable attire.

A man of contradictions: smooth and rough
all at once. A man who likes control -- and wouldn’t be gentle
about it.

“I didn’t introduce myself,” the stranger
says, his voice a low, sexy drawl. “I’m Vaughn.”

“Keely.” I feel my cheeks burn. He casually
unfolds himself from his chair and crosses the room in two short
strides, hand outstretched.

I have no choice but to take it. His large
fingers close around mine, warm and rough to the touch. I feel a
shock as our hands meet, and look up to find his blue eyes staring
intently into mine.

Deep blue, like a sapphire, or maybe like a
summer’s ocean – oh God, I’m thinking like a middle schooler just
looking at him.

“You’re blushing,” he murmurs.

“I rushed to get here,” I lie. I start to
pull my hand away, but he holds tight. His thumb strokes softly
over my palm, a shockingly intimate gesture that sends a wave of
desire coursing through my body.

“You look sexy, all flustered like that,” he
tells me, those blue eyes flashing with wickedness. “Like someone
just fucked your brains out.”

I gasp, snatching my hand away. How does he
say these things? Just hearing such brazen words, my nipples feel
tight, and I’m damp between my thighs. Who talks like this? And why
do I like it?

“What makes you think you can talk to me
like that?” I turn away. “I wonder where Carter is,” I say, looking
around. There’s no sign of him -- or his assistant. Which can mean
only one thing. “You’ll have to make another appointment,” I say
over my shoulder.

I go to the door, eager to put safe distance
between us.

“Why can’t you take the meeting?” Vaughn’s
voice stops me.

“I’m not a lawyer.”

“You don’t want to be alone with me.” He
watches me, not taking his eyes off me for a second.

I squirm under his gaze. “I’m not qualified.
I don’t even know your case...”

“It’s just a simple incorporation,” Vaughn
dismisses my protests. “Unless you want me to tell your boss how
you said I had to leave.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You meant it, though.” Vaughn strolls
closer, looking at me with a glint of challenge in his eyes. “What
do you say, Keely? Or are you worried spending five minutes with me
will make you drop your panties and spread those gorgeous legs for
me?”

His words send another bolt of desire
through me, but this time, I force myself to act unruffled. “Fine.”
I shrug, as if my heart isn’t racing to have him stand so close.
“I’ll take the meeting.” I can deal with him and keep my shit
together.

I walk over to one of the chairs and get my
notebook out. Vaughn pauses a moment, watching me, then takes a
seat opposite. The way he’s staring at me says that business is the
last thing on his mind, and I wonder if I’ve made a huge mistake
letting him stay.

This man is dangerous.

I clear my throat and send up a prayer that
I make it through this meeting without blushing. “Let’s get
started.”

SIX

VAUGHN

Damn, is she cute, sitting there trying her
best to look like she isn’t turned on -- and failing. Miserably.
Her skirt hugs the juicy curve of her ass, and I wonder what kind
of panties she’s wearing under there.

White lace, I bet. Demure. Innocent.

I imagine ripping them off her creamy thighs
and burying my cock deep inside of her. She looks all good and
proper, but it’s the good girls who have the kinkiest side. Yeah,
she’ll be screaming blue murder by the time I’m done spanking
her.

“What’s your business?” Keely asks. She
looks sternly down at her notebook, all business, but I can hear
the tremble in her breath. “There are several routes to
incorporation we could take, but they would depend on your specific
needs.”

“My needs?” I lounge back in my seat,
enjoying the way her chest rises and falls under her silk blouse.
It’s buttoned up high to her throat, but all the covering in the
world can’t disguise those lush curves. “Well, right now I need to
feel how wet your pussy is.”

Keely’s cheeks blaze red. “You have to stop
saying things like that.” She glares at me. “You’re just trying to
shock me. It’s not working.”

“No,” I laugh. “If I wanted to shock you,
I’d tell you that I’m picturing you tied to my bed, with my cock
shoved down your throat and my tongue lapping up your cunt.”

She inhales sharply. Damn, this is fun. I
watch her, amused. Other women would have made a show of storming
out by now.

But this girl? Her jaw is set defiantly,
like she’s willing herself to stay cool. Well, we’ll just see about
that.

“What do you do for a living?” she asks,
determined to get her job done.

“Hmmm.” I ponder my response. “I guess you
can say I’m in the entertainment industry.”

Her gaze flips up. “I should have guessed,”
she murmurs.

“What do you mean?”

Her cheeks flush. “I just meant that you’re
so arrogant. You think everything is one big show.”

Whoa. Feisty. I like it. “Not my scene. But,
I always thought about going into porn.”

Her eyes widen. “Seriously?”

I hide a laugh. I’m just fucking with her.
Porn is way below my pay-grade. Those guys are just pieces of meat,
fucking anyone shoved in front of the camera. It’s nothing like
what I do: no artistry, no challenge.

No chase.

But Keely’s looking at me with that
deer-in-the-headlights stare, so I lie. “Sure.” I grin, teasing.
“Everybody’s got a gift, and mine’s making a woman come screaming
in sixty seconds flat.”

Instead of looking stunned again, she
relaxes. Her lips twitch with amusement. “I hate to break it to
you, but nobody comes that fast.”

“Oh yeah? Sure doesn’t seem that way to
me.”

Keely gives me a knowing look. “Women fake
it, you know.”

I growl in annoyance. “You can’t fake a
pussy clenching round my dick like a fucking earthquake,” I tell
her. “Or have you never come so hard you passed out?”

She rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t
happen.”

I smirk. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

Keely looks flustered. She glances back at
her notepad. “We shouldn’t even be talking about this. It’s not
appropriate.”

“You started it,” I reply.

She frowns. “I did not.”

I lean closer, dropping my voice. “You
started it the minute you looked at me like that.”

“How?” she demands.

“Like you’re imagining me balls-deep in your
delicious pussy.” I hold her gaze, watching her eyeballs dilate
with shock and desire.

She likes it when I talk dirty, huh? Little
Miss Innocent’s got a kinky side after all.

Hmmm, I assess her again, wondering if she’d
like getting tied up. Blind-folded and fucked senseless with her
body strapped across my bed. Or maybe she’d like to try a
threesome. I could have Lola come by, and teach her how to lick
pussy while I pound her from behind...

I feel myself getting hard, so I stop that
particular fantasy dead in its tracks.

Besides, I remind myself, it doesn’t matter
how she likes it. I don’t even care if she comes. I only need to
fuck her -- and get the proof.