by Alice Ward
Jeremy checked in and we closeted ourselves in my office to draw up the plans. Aside from relocating some internal walls, and then the complete updating of the décor, there was little for him to do. I would handle the rest.
I called a sign company and arranged for the clinic to now be called “LaViere Clinic.” It was yet another tribute to the new concept I was putting in place.
Finally, the architect showed up and we went over the plans for the property. I told her I would have ultimate approval over everything but that in the meantime, she should contact Auggie for details. She nodded, a bit confused. “Let me spell it out for you, Ms. Dexter. Let her pick out the carpet and wall colors and such frippery but when it comes to any major decisions, you are to confer with me directly. Is that understood?” She nodded and when she left, I phoned Auggie.
“Hello, baby,” I began, and I knew this instantly put her on alert as I wasn’t exactly given to using terms of endearment.
“What’s going on? I’ve hardly heard from you.”
“Actually, quite a bit, really. I’m on my way over to pick you up because I have so much to tell you. You available?”
“Please… rescue me, yes. Mother is on a rampage over something and I can hear her shrieking your name throughout the house. I don’t know what you’ve done, but I think I’d better go. I’ll be watching for you from the window. Don’t bother coming to the door, just wait at the end of the drive. The mood Mother is in, she’s liable to shoot you.”
I chuckled as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. No one asked where I was going or when I would be back. I knew to let the dust settle and then come in and clean up. Everything I’d been planning was now coming about.
True to her word, Auggie met me at the end of the drive. We drove back to town and found a quiet little coffee house where no one was likely to know us. Settled at the table with coffee and cake, I began to open the door to her new world and let her look inside.
“So, what on earth have you been up to?” she asked.
“Well, first, let me ask how it’s going with the foundation?” I pre-empted her.
She cocked her head and looked at me oddly. She knew my tactics well enough by now but decided to let me do it my way. “It’s fine,” she began. “Actually, it’s moving quite quickly. Brandon has the paperwork filed and we’ve already been granted tax-exempt status.”
“He does work fast,” I commented and she looked at me to decide how I meant that. I let her wonder.
“We’ve taken the liberty of checking out the adjoining property and Brandon is making inquiries if the owners are interested in selling. We have to raise funds, of course, before we can begin making offers.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my checkbook. While she looked on, I wrote a check for one hundred thousand dollars and handed it to her. She looked at me, puzzled.
“Let me be the first to contribute, I pushed the check toward her.
“Okay,” she said, tears glistening. “What have you gone and done? That’s guilt money if I’ve ever seen it.”
“Nothing. I’ve done nothing but make plans for our future,” I assured her. “Take it. It’s yours and you have my blessing to begin collecting all you can and getting your dream launched.”
She just stared at me.
“You don’t trust me,” I summed it up.
“Nope.”
I pretended to be hurt, but couldn’t authentically claim it because I acknowledged that maybe I had been just the slightest bit progressive in my plans without consulting her.
I knew how to handle this.
“Okay, now here’s what I’ve been up to.” The order in which I presented things was critical to her not being angry. “I went back to the office the other night and caught Jervis doing something that does not belong in a professional environment.”
“Really? What?” I had her full attention.
“Well, I’m more or less bound to keep it quiet, but let’s just say a gentleman usually does not engage in such things without a lady present.” Her eyes were huge and I knew I had her in my corner already. “We had a bit of a quarrel and I told him it was him or me. I offered to buy him out on the spot and he went for it. I guess his petting zoo was more important, shall we say?”
Auggie’s eyes were huge and her mouth open in an ‘o.’ “Then you can’t afford to give me this,” she said, pushing the check back across the table.
“Of course I can. I’m hardly a pauper, my dear. I’ve also come into my trust and now that Jervis is out of the way, I’m going to convert the clinic, which is another way I need your help.”
“I’m all ears,” she said, smiling.
“Well, sip your coffee and listen. I realized that Jervis’ way of doing things was old school and as you and I discussed, many people leave just as broken, or in some cases, even more so than when they walked in the door. Some things you said and have been planning for Sunset Village got me to thinking. I want to augment my practice with additional means of healing.”
“Go on,” she said, her eyes alight. She took the fact that I’d listened to her as flattery, and yes, it was meant as such, but it was also good business.
“Well, in addition to psychological therapy, I want to include some more holistic services such as acupuncture, a few of the more helpful exercise therapies, a room lined with pink salt from Himalaya, saunas, hot tubs, massage, aromatherapy, activities for children including daycare while their parent is taking part in a therapy. I also want couples’ counseling and from time to time, sex therapy.” I wiggled my eyebrows at the last one.
She didn’t wiggle hers back. “Sex therapy?”
“Yes, I know you don’t like the way that sounds, but there’s a great deal of diagnostic data to prove that when a person’s sex life is healthy and rewarding, many of their mental health issues improve as well. It’s all very scientific so you needn’t worry, but I’ve studied this and it will be handled very clinically.”
“Worth, I don’t know what to say… it sounds fascinating!”
Her green eyes were like sparkling waves and the deep green sweater she wore only emphasized this. I felt my groin ache and knew I’d been without her too long. But my revelations were not yet complete and now that I had her excited, she would take the remaining news in a more positive fashion.
“Well, there’s more,” I began and her brows raised in question. “I’ve moved out of my Father’s farm, and McLean and I are going to share the current house at our place for three months.”
“What happens in three months?” She was curious, as was to be expected.
“McLean’s divorce will be concluded and I will be leasing that house back to him for a dollar a month. In return, he’s going to look after the place and help you with the horses as you acquire them.”
Auggie leaned forward, shuffling in her seat. “But, Worth… I don’t have the horses yet… only Carlos. There’s nowhere to keep them. Why would I need his help?”
“That’s the next part of my surprise,” I said and kept going lest she let questions begin to sink in. “I’ve hired an architectural firm and they’ve presented me with a preliminary set of plans. I’ve told them you’re in charge of the details and they’re to have the entire house and barns constructed and ready to move in within three months. I figure that should put you at the Keeneland sales next spring to begin your choosing.” I sat back to await the explosion.
Her head bobbed forward at the same time her shoulders jerked backwards. “Wow. That’s a lot to take in, Worth. Why didn’t you tell me all this was going on?”
I was ready for this one. “I knew you had your hands full getting the foundation launched and I’ve only laid the groundwork. I will need you to handle it from here. I’ll be busy with the remodel and marketing for the clinic. I’ll have to hire new staff and buy equipment. I was hoping I could leave the house and barns up to you.”
She took the bait and I felt relief in the pit of my stomach. “Who’s the
firm?”
“Dexter Architectural Associates” I handed her their card. “You can deal with Beverly Dexter. I thought you might prefer to deal with the CEO.” I made the fact that she was an attractive woman completely incidental and the fact that I was giving her access to the head of the firm the more important fact to absorb.
“So, Auggie,” I began tentatively, “can you help me, honey? Can you handle all that while I see to the clinic?”
She sat back as it all began to sink in. She’d gone from sitting on her princess bed contemplating her wardrobe to supervising two major construction processes and she had carte blanche on both of them. She let the importance of her power sink in before nodding enthusiastically.
She responded exactly the way I’d hoped. I knew her button was being supervised and treated like a child. I had managed to lay the critical groundwork and then hand the details off to her. She was happy, which meant that ultimately I would be happy.
I tapped the card. “She’s waiting for your call. Naturally, she’ll need a great deal of leeway to accomplish all this by the deadline I’ve set, but I know you can keep her in line and supervised.”
Auggie’s head hadn’t stopped nodding and a smile of authority was on her beautiful face. I really hated to manipulate her like this, but I had no choice. Auggie was the sort of woman who, when harnessed, could easily pull her share of the weight. If crossed, she would be hell to deal with and I preferred the passion of the former to the misery of the latter. It was a gamble, but it paid off. I hoped.
It wasn’t over, though. “So, why is Mother screaming your name with curses all over the house? What on earth did you do to her?”
“I have no idea, honey.” The lie tasted sour. “I’m guessing maybe she thought she had a puppet in Jervis and now he’s leaving. A little mudslide in her kingdom of power, perhaps?”
Auggie bought this, her eyes dropping to her twisting fingers. “I’m sure that’s it. She doesn’t like anyone to upset her power equilibrium. God only knows what she holds over Jervis, but whatever it is, it’s going to waste now.” She grabbed both my hands and kissed my fingers over the table. “Worth, I’m so proud of you. I had no idea all this was going on in the back of your head. I can’t wait to get started!”
Then her eyes darkened for a moment and she asked me in a softer voice, “Worth… all this is a lot to hand over to me. Do you honestly believe in me enough to handle it or are you trying to keep me busy while you do something more important?”
I felt the rock drop into the pit of my stomach. Everything in our future depended on my next few words. “Of course you can handle it, Auggie. Do you think I’d put the bulk of my inheritance into your hands if I didn’t think you capable?”
That seemed to satisfy her as she smiled with assurance and then whispered in my ear. We left the café and found a room at the Hilton. The ache in my groin was quickly erased as Auggie found new uses for her mouth and fingers. I laid back against the pillows and watched her face as she took my cock into her mouth. Her breasts brushed my thighs, and her hair fell forward. It formed a curtain I longed to part so I could watch every movement.
Her mouth was hot, tight. Her teeth scraped over my sensitive flesh. I arched into her as she cupped my balls. “Stop,” I breathed. “Not yet. Don’t want to come yet.”
She lifted her head and smiled, a sexy curve lifting her lips. When her tongue flicked out and stroked up my length, I nearly exploded.
Eyes gleaming, she climbed up my body as a predator would stalk her prey. Taking the condom from my hand, she turned to roll it on. My fingers found her breasts and she moaned as I pinched her nipples. Fascinated, I pinched them again.
I wanted to taste her. Devour her. Take and give to her. Feast on her body and let her feast on mine.
“Give me your hands,” she whispered, and I held them out, ready to give her anything. She held them like reins as she hovered over me, taking her time. Then I felt her, felt everything as her body lowered and consumed my cock an inch at a time.
So wet. So tight. It took all my control not to come immediately. She smiled down at me and began to move.
Up and down she rode me, our fingers grasping, our eyes connected as we raced toward the edge. I loved this woman. Cherished her. Needed her like my lungs needed air. She was my greatest blessing.
She cried out as she came, her body spasming over and around me. But she didn’t stop. She rode on, her hips frantically rocking back and forth.
I was close. So close. My balls tightened, begged for release. I waited, watching her beautiful face as another orgasm built within her.
When she came, I turned us, flipping her on her back. Her legs wound around me as her arms circled my neck. “Love you,” I growled as I plunged in deep over and over. Then I was there. My body tightened, pulse pounding, vision growing dark around the edges as semen raced from me and into her.
I collapsed onto her, then lifted on an elbow to release her from my crushing weight. But she pulled me back down, her lips on mine, our bodies connected.
“I love you, too,” she whispered against my lips as I rolled us onto our sides. Her breath was warm on my face as she kissed me. And I kissed her. And I counted my blessings for this woman.
There, holding the woman I adored in my arms, I thought I had the world under control. I’ve never been more wrong in my entire life.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Auggie
I floated home that morning, having left a rumpled but empty bed as Worth left for work. I lounged a bit and sipped coffee and juice, making notes on my phone regarding what had to be done next.
I called the architect. She agreed to meet me for lunch and I quickly scooted home for a shower and a change.
Beverly Dexter was prompt and even as she approached, I was struck by her beauty. She moved like a gazelle, long-legged and rhythmic and my instincts were immediately on fire.
We shook hands and I invited her to sit down.
“How long have you known Worth?” was the first question out of my mouth.
She seemed a little suspicious by my question but then apparently decided she would be dealing with me from now on so she may as well form a good relationship. “He only called me last week. Are you two an item?” she asked, taking me by surprise.
It peeved me that she should begin questioning me before she’d even shown me the plans. I just looked at her, and she must have gotten the message because she opened a tube and rolled out blueprint paper across the table.
“He’s very good-looking, you know,” she began. “I could get close to that very easily.”
Was she freakin’ insane? She had a huge customer in Worth and even if she was as stupid as she was beautiful, she had to pick up on the fact that Worth was turning things over to me. Therefore, I must be involved with him and wouldn’t like her intimate remarks.
“You’re his secretary, right?” she suggested boldly.
I was so astounded at her behavior, I decided to let her dig her own grave. I nodded.
She looked relieved. “Oh, lucky girl. Wish I were in your shoes… well, actually I’d rather be in his bed,” she gushed, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “What’s his type?”
This was going to be fun. “Oh, I really couldn’t say but most of the women I’ve seen him with are tall, dark-haired, long legs… actually a lot like you now that I think of it,” I baited her.
“Really?” she gushed, her fingers now stroking her bottom lip. “Where does he like to hang out? I mean… where could I sort of accidentally run into him?”
In hell, maybe?
“Hmmm… well, he’s moving into the first farmhouse on the property where you’re building. In fact, he should be doing some of that tonight. You can find him there. Also, I believe he takes most of his dates to the Hilton so maybe the bar there, not really sure.” I leaned forward and lowered my voice. One girl telling a secret to another. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t mention where you got that information.
I’d lose my job for sure and he might fire you as well.”
“Oh, I won’t. He won’t fire me, though… there’s too much at stake.”
“Oh, really, why is that?” I was interested in what she knew.
“Well, he’s on such a tight time frame and all,” she explained. “There’s no one else in town who could pull this off but me. I’m calling in all my favors to get it done especially this time of year with the holidays coming.”
She was very sure of herself. What was the line about the bigger they are, the harder they fall? I decided to jerk her chain a bit.
“So, Ms. Dexter, since I’m in charge here, perhaps it would be a good idea if we got down to business and let me approve some plans,” I suggested.
“Oh, I see. Well, you’re welcomed to look at things, but I’m not supposed to let you actually decide on anything except… how did he put it… ‘fripperies?’”
I felt myself go cold. “How do you mean that exactly… just so I understand which part of the process I’m responsible for.”
“Dr. LaViere said he was to have the ultimate power of decision over all the construction details. I have the power of making decisions on his behalf on site and you are supposed to be consulted for the little things I’m guessing like drapes, wall colors, where to hang mirrors — that sort of mundane detail.”
“I see,” I said, forcing my teeth to stop grinding. “What did you call it… fripperies?”
“Yes, I think that’s the term he used. I don’t think he wanted to overwhelm you and I’m guessing he’s leaving most of the decision making up to whomever he eventually marries. So, I thought we’d keep the house as vanilla as possible and then whoever she is…” she giggled as her eyes glazed over in desire, “can put her own personal sense of style on the place.”
