Dangerous In Love

by Alexa Davis

  “Oh, right…” he grumbled, pulling himself up to a sitting position. His hair was still disheveled and delightfully mussed from a good sleep. I admired the muscular skin of his naked back and bit my lip in longing. “I guess you’re right.”

  “He’s just happy for you, babe. It’s not every day he gets to brag about his son becoming the ADA.”

  He chuckled, standing up to put on his robe. “All thanks to Max,” he joked. “We would never have caught Brandon without him.”

  I grinned, rolling my eyes at him indulgently and threw my legs over the side of the bed. “You may have mentioned that once or twice.”

  We climbed out of bed together, and I went to put on some coffee in the kitchen. I gazed around the apartment thoughtfully while it brewed. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe we’d been together for two years. It’s all seemed to go by so fast.

  Adam came walking out of the bedroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and sat down in one of the chairs at the table. “Are you looking forward to it?” he asked, gauging my reaction thoughtfully.

  “To what?”

  “The party,” he explained with a tired yawn. “When you mentioned it earlier, you seemed excited.”

  I shrugged, walking back toward the fridge so I could pick out something for breakfast. “Yeah, I guess. I think it’s going to be fun.”

  Adam smiled, walked over to me and took me in his arms then pulled me closer, kissing me gently on the lips. “I love you; do you know that?”

  I grinned, biting my lip and said, “Yeah, I think I may have figured that out by now.”

  When the coffee finished brewing, we went about our morning routine: he read the news to me from his tablet, and I cooked us each some eggs and toast. I knew the way he liked them cooked and even how he took his coffee. We’d been together long enough that those sorts of things were second nature; I didn’t even have to think about it. It was the perfect system.

  Eventually, after a day of relaxing, we did have to get dressed and ready for the party at his parents’ house. I picked out a simple cocktail dress that flared out around my hips. The material hugged my curves and fell just below the knee.

  Adam gazed at me longingly as I finished getting ready, his eyes dark with desire. I grinned back at him as I was putting on my earrings and said, “Down boy! You’ll have to wait until we get back.”

  His smile widened as he wagged his eyebrow at me suggestively. “So, you’re saying there will be an afterparty?”

  I bit my lip and smiled, playing along coyly. “If you play your cards right.”

  He whistled, offering me his arm like the gentleman he was. “In that case, let’s get this over with. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get back.”

  He led me out to the car, and he drove us to his dad’s house. I couldn’t understand why he felt more anxious than usual. Sure, every family has their problems, but Adam got along with his dad and new stepmom fine. It didn’t make any sense.

  He parked in front of the house, and we walked up the sidewalk to knock on the front door. The house was bustling with guests already; everyone was happy and excited to celebrate with the two of us.

  “Adam and Vanessa!” Sarah greeted us each with a hug. “Now the party can finally begin!”

  Adam’s dad held up a glass to make a toast, smiling at us from across the room. The room fell silent to listen to him speak, and I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I want to thank all of you for coming to this little gathering. As many of you know, my son, Adam, has recently been hired as the assistant district attorney. I couldn’t be prouder of him as a father, seeing the man he has grown up to be. Son, your mother would be so proud if she were alive today. I know Sarah and I both are. So, here’s to you.”

  He raised his glass, and everyone took a sip, cheering and clapping at his speech, and then the room all turned to Adam to see if he had anything to add.

  “Um, yes, thank you so much for coming. I’m unbelievably proud to have accepted this position and serve our fair city. I couldn’t have done it without the love and support of my beautiful girlfriend, Vanessa,” he told them smiling at me. “I actually have a confession to make; I didn’t just bring you all here to celebrate my new promotion. There is something else, as well…”

  I cocked my head slightly at him, as curious as everyone else.

  Adam turned to me, with a warm smile and a look in his eyes I’d seen before. It was the look that always told me how deeply he loved me. A look that still made my heart pound a little harder.

  “Vanessa,” he began. “You have inspired me in so many different ways. You’ve stood by me all this time, supporting me, and helping me make the right decisions. You make me want to be a better man—a man that deserves you. I love you more than anything, and that’s why…” he paused.

  In front of everyone, he slowly bent down on one knee and pulled a velvet case out of his pocket. There was a gasp from the women in the room. He just smiled up at me; the man of my dreams was about to ask the question I had been dying to hear since the moment he came waltzing into my life.

  It was a simple gold band with a solitaire diamond in the center and filigree decoration on the side. I loved that it wasn’t overstated; he just got me and knew that it would be perfect. As I was gazing down at it, my breathing started to hitch, and my heart beat faster.

  This is really happening.

  My mind was going a thousand miles a minute, wanting to kiss him, wanting to scream, wanting to take him back to the apartment and rip off all his clothes. He gazed up at me with big brown eyes, all open and honest, and it set my heart on fire.

  “Will you make me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me?”

  Happy tears were streaming down my face, and I bubbled out a laugh as he took my hand in his. “Yes!”

  Adam slid the engagement ring over my finger as the crowd erupted in applause and then stood up to kiss me passionately.

  Life was perfect.

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  LAW OF SEDUCTION

  THE COMPLETE SERIES

  By Alexa Davis

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 Alexa Davis

  PART ONE

  Chapter One

  ALICIA

  Never in my twenty-seven years on this earth have I met anyone so infuriating. I was standing in the alcove of the ballroom at the annual Thanksgiving ball the partners of my firm put on and wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I’d let Adam drag me here when I should have known better. I had no idea why we had to hide our relationship. We didn’t start seeing each other until his wife had already moved out. I don’t understand why she still has so much control over his life. He and I had begun to fight about it almost constantly.

  “What is wrong with you?” Adam asked me, mirroring my very thought, “You were rubbing yourself all over Nico on the dance floor. You made a spectacle out of yourself. Is this what you meant last night when you said you refused to play the other woman?”

  His green eyes were cold and unforgiving. It’s hard sometimes to believe they are the very same eyes that I had melted into the first time I looked into them. I found it funny how Adam had the ability to morph in the blink of an eye from a sweet, handsome, charming man that I could barely resist into this arrogant, condescending person standing in front of me now. What I really couldn’t understand was why I was unable to just walk away. Instead, I reduced myself to playing stupid games like dancing with Nico and even letting him kiss me when I knew for sure Adam was looking. Of course, there was no “rubbing.” I was raised by a Lord and a Lady in the U.K. and taught how to be a lady from the age of two on up. “Rubbing,�
�� as Adam had implied, was not even in my public repertoire.

  “I’m not doing anything wrong,” I told Adam, trying to feel as strong and determined as I hoped I sounded. “I’m a single young woman. I have every right to dance with a single young man.”

  Adam’s dark green eyes smoldered, “Single? That’s funny. I had assumed that since you’ve spent the better part of the last six months in my bed, we were in somewhat of a relationship.”

  I sighed. This conversation was already giving me a headache. Forcing myself to keep my chin up and look him in the eye, I said, “Maybe you should tell Marjorie that,” I knew full well that if he wasn’t already angry, he would be now. I didn’t care. I was sick of being the peacemaker.

  “I have told you over and over that sharing our…intimate life with Marjorie will only cause her to fight that much harder to destroy me. She’ll want to take you down in the process of ruining me. I told you last night, I am doing my best to finalize this divorce so that she can be out of our lives once and for all. You know that I want nothing to do with her. The sight of her makes me sick. I don’t know what you want from me, Alicia.”

  I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I blinked them back. I refused to cry in front of him. My cheeks burned hot as I said, “If you don’t know what I want, then maybe we’ve been wasting our time all of these months.” I stared at him for a moment, and when he said nothing I went on.

  I was angry now. I shouldn’t have to explain myself, but then again, I shouldn’t have put myself in this situation in the first place. “What I want, Adam, is you. I want your time and your attention. I want the Adam that you were when we first met, not the Adam who is constantly exhausted and angry from fighting all day with his soon to be ex-wife. I want a man whose arm I can be on in public. One that I can be dancing with at our own ball, instead of pretending like we’re only business associates in order to keep up appearances until your divorce is final. Imagine how it feels for me to have to watch you dancing with other women all night.”

  Adam’s eyes softened and he said, “Maybe the same as it felt to watch you with Nico.” I felt a stab of guilt, but I wasn’t quite ready to give in. He reached for my hand. I let him take it and he said, “Alicia, I want all of those things, too. I am trying so hard to get Marjorie to agree to this latest settlement offer that we’ve drawn up. It’s that damn lawyer of hers. He keeps telling her to fight for more, that bastard, David Rogers. He won’t be happy until he’s goaded her into breaking me completely. He seems to have more than a professional stake in this. Maybe she's sleeping with him.”

  I felt my anger ebbing away already. I’m a sap where Adam is concerned. “I know you’re trying. It’s just so damned hard feeling like we’re sneaking around all the time when we’re not even doing anything wrong. You’ve been separated for almost a year. You should be free to see whoever you want. My parents are visiting from England next month. I wanted so much for you to meet them as my boyfriend, instead of the head partner of the firm I work for.”

  He pulled me in close to his chest. I felt him nuzzle his face into my hair and breathe it in. “I’ll work harder on it, I promise. Just stop going around kissing my associates, okay? I’d hate to have to beat him up after I fire him.”

  Adam’s voice hadn’t changed from its somber tone, and when I stepped back to look up at him, I was a little worried that he was serious. I honestly hadn’t meant to goad him into fighting with Nico, or firing him. I’d feel so awful if I were to blame for Nico losing his job. When I saw Adam’s face, though, I knew I needn’t have worried. He had a handsome smile forming at the edges of his mouth. I knew then that he’d only been joking. I punched him in the arm lightly and with a smile of my own I said,

  “You infuriate me sometimes, do you know that?”

  “Yes, I know,” he said, still smiling. He caught me off-guard then as his sexy lips came crashing down on mine. My head was chaotically telling me to walk away and make him wait until he’d finished with his divorce, but as usual, my body told me differently. I rose up on my tiptoes and leaned my body into his. Against my better judgement I returned his kiss with the fervor welling up inside of me. Just about the time I was ready to consent to getting naked in the alcove and making love right there on the floor he pulled back and said,

  “We better get back before someone notices us missing,”

  “Maddening, maddening, maddening,” I whispered, mostly to myself as he straightened his tie and I smoothed down my rumpled gown.

  “What was that?” Adam asked, pretending not to hear me.

  “I said yes of course.” My voice had a sarcastic edge to it that I’m certain he didn’t miss.

  “Fantastic,” Adam said, as if settling a business deal in his favor, “We’ll talk more about this later, but thank you for being so understanding.”

  I rolled my eyes and as I left the room first, I turned back to him and said, “You can bet we’ll discuss this later.”

  ********

  I ended up going home alone that evening. Before the night was over, Adam received a call from the CEO of the large petroleum company our firm had begun representing recently. There was a large oil spill in the gulf, and Hanson and Partners were the attorneys for the defendants, a large and very rich company that was being sued for hundreds of millions by the EPA and others who had smelled money and jumped in on the bandwagon. Adam normally sent an associate or a junior partner when something came up late in the evening, but this new liaison with the Petroleum Company was sure to prove to be a lucrative one. Adam felt that while we were still in the courting stages at least, he should give them VIP service.

  I had been disappointed at first, but once home and in my comfy yoga pants and cotton t-shirt, I decided that a night alone to think might be just what I needed to figure this all out. I made myself a cup of hot cocoa and called Kyla, my best friend. I knew she would be up because she’d been at the party I just left.

  “Hi.” She always sounded like she had a smile in her voice. It was one of the many things I loved about her. “Missed me already?”

  “Of course, I did,” I told her. I took a breath then and said, “I need some advice.”

  “About Nico?” Kyla asked, playfully. She knew good and well that wasn’t the advice I was looking for.

  With a groan, I said, “No! Did everyone see me make a fool of myself with Nico tonight?”

  Kyla laughed. “Calm down, silly. I was only giving you a hard time. I saw Adam watching you and Nico dance, and I swear he had storm clouds in his eyes. Then you two disappeared for a while, and you both looked happier and a little flush when you came back. I suppose though that since I am the only one at the firm that knows the truth, I was paying much closer attention than anyone else.”

  “Thank you, Kyla,” I trusted her with my and Adam’s secret because I knew she was too loyal to ever say anything to anyone. “I hope Nico didn’t get the wrong idea, though.”

  “I think Nico indulged a bit much in the champagne fountain tonight. Odds are he won’t remember all that much in the morning.”

  “Good. The last thing I need is another man at work angry with me.”

  “Is Adam angry with you?”

  “No, not anymore, anyways,” I told her. “I just don’t know what to do, though. I’m so tired of all this drama with Marjorie affecting his moods. I’m tired of pretending to everyone at work that I’m just another colleague of his. But every time I think of calling it quits, I look at him and I melt all over again. What’s wrong with me, Kyla?”

  “Absolutely nothing at all,” my friend said, “You’re in love, that’s all. It can be the most wonderful, amazing, titillating, frustrating, maddening feeling you’ve ever had. It’s just confusing sometimes. I know it’s hard for you having to hide it.”

  “Well, thank you for saying nothing is wrong with me, but you’ve told me what I already know. Don’t you have any special advice that will relieve this ache in my soul? It wants to reach out to him, but I
feel like I have to keep it in a cage.”

  “My advice to you is that if your soul is already involved, aching or not, you’re in too deep to get out now. Follow your heart, honey. You have a great head on your shoulders, but sometimes you get too analytical with that attorney brain of yours. Try not to overthink it, just do what your heart tells you to do. Hearts always know best in the end.”

  “Thank you, Kyla. My heart loves you, too. Get some rest.”

  “I will, you, too. I will see you bright and early Monday morning in court.”

  “I can’t wait,” I said sarcastically with my lip curled. The case we had to be in court for on Monday had consumed every one of our waking hours for months now. I wasn’t looking forward to facing the sleazy D.A., but I was looking forward to the surprise we had for him. “The NYPD and our tacky little D.A. are going to be dumbfounded when we present the motion to suppress the confession.”

  “Yep, I can’t wait to see Dawson’s face,” Kyla said.

  “Me, too!” I heartily agreed. Dawson was Robert Dawson. He was the D.A. for the Manhattan borough of New York, and he was also a short, balding, and pudgy little man with beady eyes and hairy arms that thought his position of prosecutor gave him some kind of clout with the ladies. He has hit on both Kyla and me more than once. He’s a pig, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I offered up the evidence that his police detectives had coerced a confession out of my client after he had asked for a lawyer.

  Our client in this case is the son of a very wealthy contractor who was already a client of the firm. The kid’s name is Nelson, and he is not very likeable at all, which makes my work even harder. It’s not really his fault. He was the product of uber rich parents who had little time to help him develop his social skills and instead gave him every material thing he could ever want. I knew, though, that the kid hadn’t done what they were accusing him of. It was all part of a political game and I had no use for people who would play games with a young man’s life, whether he’s likeable or not.