The Temptress

by C. J. Fallowfield

  The Temptress

  C.J. Fallowfield

  Kindle Edition

  Version 1E

  ASIN: B00SXHE93G

  Copyright © 2015 C. J. Fallowfield

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organisations and places or events, are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Editing by Karen J

  Proofreading by Fallowettes

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  Foreword

  The Temptress is a standalone erotic romance novel.

  Other titles by C.J. Fallowfield

  The Austin Series

  Destined (The Austin Series Prequel) ~ New Leaves, No Strings ~ Baggage & Buttons

  Forever & an Engine ~ The Honeymoon Period ~ Love & Loss ~ Infinite Love

  &

  The Austin Series Complete Box Set

  31 Days

  31 Days of Winter ~ 31 Days of Summer

  For the Night

  Strangers for the Night ~ Virgin for the Night ~ Filthy for the Night

  Ménage for the Night ~ Sophisticated for the Night ~ Biker for the Night

  Dominant for the Night ~ Actor for the Night

  For full details of my work, please visit my website:

  http://www.cjfallowfield.co.uk

  Playlist

  Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) ~ Beyoncé

  Bonkers ~ Dizzee Rascal and Armand Van Helden

  I Am What I Am ~ (Respect feat. Hannah Jones)

  Feel The Need In Me ~ Utopia

  A Thousand Years ~ Christina Perri

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my friend Sandra Hayes, who came up with “Mr. Haw He Haw” and my wonderful French mother, Françoise. She ensured that I learned about my French heritage and visited my relatives there often, despite me having been born and raised in England. France, Paris in particular, is definitely one of my favourite places in the world.

  A special thanks must also go to each and every member of my street team The Fallowettes, whose support and friendship I never take for granted, my editor and best friend Karen J, authors Georgia Le Carre and Lan LLP, every book blogger that has accepted a copy of one of my books to read, review and promote and of course you, the reader. I’m forever grateful that you chose one of my books, out of the many on the market, to read.

  CJ x

  Chapters

  Sweet Temptation

  A Parisian Encounter

  Mrs. Le Grand

  A Parisian Affair

  Mr. Le Grand

  A Parisian Memento

  Reactions

  Kravings

  Confrontations

  Revelations

  A Little Persuasion

  Laying Foundations

  Cards on the Table

  The Last Temptation

  Consequences

  Testing the Water

  Elephants & Diamonds

  Epilogue

  Next Release

  Newsletter

  Other Titles by C.J. Fallowfield

  Sweet Temptation

  Lulu McQueen

  I smiled as I sat at the traffic lights and the smartly dressed businessman in his BMW waiting next to me dropped his mirrored shades down his nose to cast an appreciative eye my way. I kept a hand on the leather steering wheel as I gave him a smile back. A bit of harmless flirtation in the morning never did anybody any harm. I revved the powerful engine on my Mercedes AMG GT S as he slid his glasses back up and put both hands on his steering wheel and did the same, with a faint smile, as we waited for the lights to change to green. The second they did I left him standing and laughed, as the exhilaration of the acceleration of my new baby made my heart beat faster. That was the trouble with men, most of them underestimated me. They just saw me as eye candy, someone they’d like to bend over their office desk and fuck, no one ever took me seriously. I’d been blessed with excellent genes, not only did I look stunning, but I had a brain too, which most men obviously thought lay somewhere between the domes of my breasts, as that’s where they focussed all of their attention when they were talking to me. I’d come away from University with a First Class Honours degree in Business Management and had just completed my Master’s Degree, doing it part time while I worked.

  As a teenager I’d loved the attention my face and figure got, the feeling of power it gave me to know how badly men wanted me was heady, but the older I got, the more tired of it I became. Sometimes I wanted someone to see past the façade, to get to know me, the woman inside this blessed tempting package. I shook my head in amusement, I’d been nicknamed The Temptress by my employees. I owned Sweet Temptation, a highly exclusive honeytrap agency for women of means. If they suspected their husband or partner was having an affair, they turned to us to provide evidence, or to test his fidelity by enticing him to make a move, which was photographed or recorded. I had a bevy of stunning women working for me, all chosen specifically for their beauty and brains. We charged high fees, because we were high class. Immaculately groomed and turned out, intelligent and witty, quick thinking and trained in the art of surveillance, disguise and evasive measures, with a tech room that Q from Bond would have killed for. I didn’t do as much field work now, instead working more sociable hours in my office and holding client meetings, but when I was in the field, I’d never failed. If I hadn’t found evidence, I’d used my charms to see just how enamoured they were of their partners and not one had walked away without propositioning me. So the nickname had stuck, and when I purchased my new car, courtesy of record profits last year, I’d chosen a very sexy red, which seemed fitting for my persona. I pulled into the ground floor garage, opening the car door to stretch my long legs, clad in the finest silk stockings and gently put the heels of my Louboutins down as I stood up. I straightened my black knee length skirt and white silk blouse, then propped my Givenchy shades on top of my head as I activated the remote locking and headed to the lift. Looking good in this business was a prerequisite. If a client didn’t find me attractive, it would call my ability to do my job into question.

  ‘Morning, Violet,’ I smiled, as I stepped into the reception area of my offices to find her already at her desk. I was a creature of habit and always arrived at eight-thirty, give or take a couple of minutes, therefore she always made sure she was here at eight-fifteen. She was a very efficient personal assistant.

  ‘Morning, Lulu,’ she beamed and walked over, handing me my large mug of black coffee, as she reeled off my list of meetings for the day while we walked down the corridor to my office. She’d been my PA for five years now and I classed her as a friend, a good friend. She was a very attractive, petite blonde, with light green eyes and barely came up to my shoulder. Then again, at five foot ten in bare feet, I had an advantage over most women, before I even put on one of my pairs of high heels. Shoes
were a particular fetish of mine. ‘Greg Richards has been on the phone already and a dozen red roses were delivered. I’ve put them in your office.’

  ‘O God,’ I groaned, as I thought of my disastrous evening with him last night. Greg was a personal hook up, nothing at all to do with work.

  ‘I thought the dates were going really well?’ she asked, looking up at me puzzled.

  ‘They were,’ I nodded, with a sigh of resignation. ‘Really well, he’s the first guy that I’ve connected with in forever, but we took it a step further last night and let’s just say …’ I grimaced at the thought of it and Violet pulled a sympathetic face in return.

  ‘Crap in bed? I knew it. He looked too cute, in that too sweet to be an amazing lay way. What was it? Shit kissing, tiny dick, poor oral technique, no stamina?’

  ‘Let’s say answer E, all of the above,’ I smiled sadly and opened the door to my office as she burst out laughing behind me. I looked back at her over my shoulder with raised eyebrows, wondering what was so funny.

  ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t find it funny, it’s very serious. No woman should be subjected to an E. How did you handle it? Not “it” obviously if it’s that small, I mean did you tell him?’

  ‘No, of course not,’ I gasped. ‘I faked it and made an excuse about an early meeting this morning.’

  ‘Well that’s not a lie, the meeting room’s set up ready and breakfast pastries are on their way. So another one bites the dust?’

  ‘So it appears,’ I sighed, as I sniffed the beautiful roses he’d sent to me, that Vi had put on the edge of my desk. I’d really thought he might have been someone to go the distance with. We’d dated for twelve weeks, equalling my longest relationship record. He was intelligent, good looking, sophisticated, funny, everything I looked for in a guy. I wasn’t particularly bothered by money, as I had enough of my own. Greg really had seemed the perfect package, until last night. I’d never had such bad sex … ever.

  ‘Was he really that bad? Or are you making excuses?’ she asked quietly. I looked around at her surprised. ‘Don’t fire me for saying so, but you date all these really nice guys, that most girls would chew their right arm off to have, yet none of them are right for you.’

  ‘You make it sound like I’m some … whore,’ I replied with a frown.

  ‘I didn’t mean it like that, I know you only have sex after the three month rule, you’re so particular about who you sleep with, but I can’t help thinking you’re setting them all up to some ideal that they’ll never reach. I think it’s because of him.’

  ‘Him?’ I tried to play for innocence as I sat down in my comfortable leather chair, taking another sip of my coffee.

  ‘Right, pretend you have no idea who I’m talking about. Your one night stand that blew your mind. Since him no one compares Lu, I think you have this unrealistic memory of that night and measure every guy since by those standards and I bet it wasn’t even as good as you dream about.’

  ‘Trust me, it was better,’ I whispered, my heart racing a little at the thought of my one night of recklessness. I’d never had a one night stand before, or since, but he had spun my head with his charm and good looks and that sexy as hell French accent. ‘Damn it Vi, I haven’t thought about him in ages,’ I moaned.

  ‘You big liar,’ she laughed. ‘You always think about him. I don’t know why you don’t put your considerable detective skills into play and track him down. Between you and that Ian who does all our background checks, there’s no one that couldn’t be found if you really wanted to.’

  ‘I don’t,’ I replied firmly, as I turned on my computer. Not sure who I was trying to convince. ‘That’s the beauty of an amazing one night stand, Vi. It’s a perfect night that you’ll both remember forever, without it being tarnished by awkward first dates, uncomfortable silences when you’ve exhausted the topic of the inclement weather or, God forbid, when he stays over and you discover skids in his underwear. I can relive that night whenever I want in my mind, with no absolutely no downsides.’

  ‘Unless you count the fact that he was the best sex of your life and you’ll never have it that good again.’ She raised a gloating eyebrow at me, knowing there was no talking my way out of that one. She was spot on, I was convinced of it. ‘So I ask again, was it really that bad with Greg?’

  ‘So, so, bad,’ I confirmed, cringing with a shudder as I got a flashback of it.

  ‘Are you going to break up with him? Or try again, just in case? First times can be tricky, pressure on both sides, clumsiness and all that.’ She nodded vigorously, making me laugh.

  ‘You sound as if you’re talking from experience.’

  ‘I am! Jared wasn’t shit hot first time around, all clashing teeth, head bumping, falling off the bed and spraining his ankle, then, to cap it all, he got one of my pubes stuck between his teeth. Being a dentist and into hygiene and all, it was like I’d forced him to lick the toilet bowl. He spent half an hour in the bathroom trying to extract it, cutting his lip on my tweezers in the process, so neither of us were in the mood by the time he hobbled out.’

  ‘Violet,’ I laughed, wiping the corner of my eye. ‘And you tried it again?’

  ‘He’s hung,’ she shrugged.

  ‘Unlike Greg.’

  ‘Try once more, it’s not the size of the wave, but the motion of the ocean.’

  ‘Easy for you to say, when you’re blessed with a man with a Tsunami for a wave, as well as plenty of motion by the sounds of it,’ I replied, with a roll of my eyes and shake of my head. ‘O Vi, I’m going to die a spinster and I don’t even have a cat to dispose of the remains,’ I moaned, as I leaned back in my chair and put my fingertips to my temples.

  She smiled, then held up her finger as she grabbed the handset of my phone. ‘Good morning, Sweet Temptation, how can I help you?’ she breezed. I smiled and downed most of my coffee, she answered the phone without me even having realised it had rung half the time, she was so damn efficient. She covered the handset and gave me a roll of her own eyes, as she went slack jawed. ‘Logan Steele, for you,’ she advised, over pronouncing his name.

  ‘I’ll take it,’ I confirmed, shaking my head at her reaction. Logan was a seriously good looking guy, a former high class escort that I used to hire from time to time if we had a cheating wife to expose. His track record was unblemished, just as mine was. We’d been for drinks one night, after a case, but unbelievably there’d been no sexual chemistry between us at all, which was a damn shame as he was supposed to be amazingly gifted in bed. A talent that Summer Beresford, the latest hot actress to hit the big time, seemed to be the recipient of. I’d never have taken Logan as the settling down type, but he was proof that things weren’t always what they seemed. Maybe Greg deserved a second chance. ‘Logan, how are you?’

  ‘Ok, I guess, Lulu. You?’ he replied in his deep baritone.

  ‘Business is excellent, thank you.’

  ‘That’s why I’m calling actually, I need a bug placing on someone’s phone. Ian’s already hacked the texts and emails, but voice calls would be an added bonus.’

  ‘Who’s the mark?’ I asked, grabbing my pen and notepad.

  ‘Daron Beck.’

  ‘The movie star?’

  ‘One and the same. I think he’s behind a blackmail attempt, threatening to expose me.’

  ‘O dear. Dipped your toe in his water with Summer?’

  ‘They were never anything,’ he bit back quickly ‘Can you help or not? I’m on a tight timeframe.’

  ‘I’ll help,’ I confirmed, he sounded stressed, which wasn’t like him at all. He was one of the most laid back, easy going guys I’d ever met. ‘Any preference on the girl?’

  ‘As close to Summer as you can get. Dark hair, blue eyes, curvaceous figure. Innocent and pure looking, but with an obvious sex appeal.’

  ‘I know just the girl,’ I nodded, as I made some notes, thinking of Lily, one of my new recruits. ‘Timescale?’

  ‘Urgent. He hangs out in The Domville bar most n
ights, looking for company. You need to be aware that he’s not as pleasant as he may appear. Your girl will need to be careful, he has an aggressive temper and has been known to slap girls around before.’

  ‘I’ll warn her, but we’re equipped to handle that. I’ll make sure she stays in public areas, just in case, besides they always go as a team of two. One for the lure and one to observe and capture the evidence.’

  ‘How’s Trey working out for you?’ he asked. I smiled broadly, Logan had recommended Trey Douglas, a blond haired, blue eyed stunner, to fill in for any cases involving a woman as our mark. He was a little young for my tastes, but I know a few of the girls had designs on him. He was how Logan was when I met him though, totally focussed on his job, with no interests in dating or settling down.

  ‘Very well, he’s almost as good as you were.’

  ‘Thanks.’ He let out a light laugh, which was good to hear, instead of the tension in his voice that was more than apparent over the phone. ‘I’d like to know how she gets on as soon as it’s done, I don’t care what time of night it is.’

  ‘Understood, leave it with me. We’re having a staff meeting any minute, so I’ll put her straight on it. Nice to speak to you, Logan. I hope this gets resolved fast for you.’

  ‘God, me too,’ he replied, his heavy sigh echoing down the phone line. ‘Thanks Lulu, I owe you.’

  ‘I think I owe you a few more. I’ll update you later.’ I put the phone down and quickly gathered the ongoing client files, drinking the remains of my cold coffee and headed down the corridor to the meeting room. ‘Morning everyone,’ I called, as I walked in to a cacophony of noise, the levels of which only excited women could make.

  ‘Morning,’ came back the chorus, as everyone took their seats and went quiet immediately.