He winced at the sharp pain that shot up his leg at the sheer force she’d put behind the movement of the door. Putting all his weight behind it, he shoved the thing open. Alex teetered precariously on her high heels in a bid to get out of the way. Acting on impulse he grasped her around the waist, and stepping into the room, kicked the door shut behind him. Alex gasped at his action and Nat allowed himself a moment of quiet admiration of the fragrant bundle in his arms. With her breasts pressed into his chest, he could appreciate the softness of her curves. Alex was all woman, soft, pliant, not the stick insects the agency usually sent. Her breathing hitched when curling his hand around one perfectly formed ass cheek, he pulled her in closer still.
“Let me go.” The words were barely above a whisper. Her expressive eyes widened when he bent his head until his lips hovered over hers. This close their breaths mingled, the light floral perfume she wore filled his nostrils, and made him smile. He’d bought that very fragrance for her sixteen-year-old self for Christmas, after his father had given him a dressing down for not having included Alex in the presents he’d bought for the staff that year.
It had been an impulse buy for a girl with pigtails he could hardly remember. Little had he known that Alex had grown up in the time he’d been away at University. Her smile when she’d opened her present had ripped his heart wide open. That moment had started his infatuation with Alexandra Farrington, which had led him to behave like an ass in the end. Under pressure from his peers, and not at all comfortable with the strength of his newfound feelings for a girl almost seven years younger than him, he’d brushed their connection away, as though it had meant nothing. He still couldn’t smell that particular perfume without thinking of her, and what might have been. The fact that she still wore it ten years later…
Nat released her with a frown. To mask his reaction to her, he grinned, and pushed his hands into his trouser pockets.
“Well, well, well, last I heard you were an actress. Your mum was singing your praises in fact. I wonder what she would say if she knew the truth.”
The feminine growl that erupted from Alexandra’s impressive chest shot straight to his balls. The resulting slap from her palm connecting with his cheek bounced around the room. He blocked the next attempt easily enough. Having imprisoned both her wrists in his hands, he marched her backward until her back hit the wall. Kicking her legs apart, he wrenched her arms high above her head, and crowded her against the cream colored structure.
“Is that any way to treat the man who paid for the pleasure of your company for the weekend?”
“I’m not, that is … dammit, let me go. She said it was just tonight. What the hell do you mean?” Alex bit her lip. All the fight went out of her, when he simply looked at her.
“What do you think I mean? Come on, you’re an escort. You know how this works, sweetheart.”
Alex growled again in that cock-hardening way she had.
Satisfied that he got his point across he stepped away from her.
“For the record, I am not an escort. Even if I were, I have no intention of sleeping with you—ever, so you can stuff your money, and clothes. I’m out of here.”
He had to give it to her, she sounded convincing, but Nat wasn’t that lovestruck idiot anymore. He’d had his eyes well and truly opened back then. His subsequent dealings with the females of this world, had only served to make him more cynical. After all, that’s why he was here. It was far simpler to pay for some arm candy when he needed it, take the sex on offer, and walk away in the morning, satisfied in the knowledge that the lady knew the score. That way there would be no repercussions. No tears, drama, not so subtle claims on his status or bank balance. That had only just recovered from his messy divorce after all.
With that in mind he really ought to let Alex go. There was too much unfinished business between them. Far too much potential to have all this blow up in their faces, but dammit, he wanted her. Now that he had her here, he was damn well going to see this through. Besides, this was business. He never lost a deal.
“You walk out of this room, and I’ll be on the phone to your mother to tell her exactly what her darling only daughter does.”
Alex stopped her hasty steps toward the exit. She swung round so fast her long blonde hair whipped her in the face. Alex stuck it behind her ears with angry jerky moves, and glared at him. Furious as she was her green eyes darkened to the color of moss. Her pale skin flushed all over. Breaths seesawing in and out of her chest, the fabric of her dress strained over her impressive cleavage. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way her nipples were lovingly outlined. It wasn’t cold in this room, so that could only mean one thing. Despite her protestations, he was sure she felt the chemistry between them as acutely as he did. He would damn well see this through to its natural conclusion this time, come what may. Maybe then he could finally forget about Alex. Surely that was the only reason he’d never forgotten her?
End of sample chapter.
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