Seduced in Secret

by Shiloh Walker

  Anybody ever tell you that you talk too much?

  Daily.

  Despite her frustration, she laughed.

  When are we going to talk? As in, really talk?

  Are you sure you’re ready to?

  YES!

  Her entire body lurched at the thought of it and she wanted to dance at the thought, laugh at the thought, shiver at the thought…burn.

  Holding her breath, she waged a mental war and then told herself, “It’s now or never.”

  You knew it wasn’t right for me. I don’t know how we know each other, but we do. I can feel it. So I broke it off. It’s done. Now I want to know what’s next. When do I get to meet you?

  For a long time, there was no answer.

  Then…

  I dream about slipping into your room.

  You’re asleep. You don’t even know I’m there.

  Then I climb into bed with you and bring you awake with my mouth, with my hands, with my body. By the time you really wake up, I’m already fucking you, Tess.

  Tessa had to squeeze her thighs together.

  Tipping her head back, she stared up at the ceiling and waited until her head cleared before she tried to formulate an answer.

  Don’t you think that will go over better if we meet? Talk?

  Seduced in Secret

  Formerly Whipped Cream & Handcuffs

  By Shiloh Walker

  Seduction in Secret

  Copyright 2004 Shiloh Walker

  Revised, Reissued Copyright 2015

  Don’t Walk Away

  Initially Published in the Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romance

  Copyright 2010 Shiloh Walker

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  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Don’t Walk Away

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  About the Author

  Author’s Note:

  This book was previously released as a short story with Ellora’s Cave, with the title Whipped Cream & Handcuffs. While the story came off as kinky and fun when I wrote it, looking back, years later, I had some issues. Writers grow, and while the story was purely fantasy, the heroine wasn’t the strong sort of character I tend to write these days and the hero…well, yeah. He needed work, too.

  So this story has pretty much been completely rewritten, thus the new title.

  The characters, themselves, at the core, aren’t much different, but the story has evolved.

  I hope you like it.

  Chapter One

  There was another letter, sitting there on her desk. Her heart skipped a beat and her hands went damp. Biting her lip, she looked around and then felt silly for doing it.

  It was her office, after all. She had letters and notes and envelopes left for her all the time.

  Of course, that was part of the problem.

  These letters showed up at her office. They showed up at home. They showed up tucked under the windshield wiper of her car and under the welcome mat at her house and everywhere else. She’d done the smart thing and told her older brother, the cop, about it. She’d told her neighbor, Caleb, about it. Her brother the cop had done a report. Caleb had agreed to watch her house.

  Still the letters came.

  Still she was excited when she saw them.

  How could she not be?

  The letters were everything her life…wasn’t.

  Passionate and vital.

  Loving and warm.

  Swallowing, she reached out and traced a finger down the edge of the envelope, and then chanced another look around.

  If she were smart, she’d call her brother.

  If she were smart, she’d notify security when she left so they could walk her out.

  But she just looked around and then slid into the orthopedic chair she’d ordered a few months back and sat there, staring at the envelope.

  Tessa had spent her entire life being smart.

  And she was miserable.

  The office was quiet.

  Nobody but her ever came in this early. Apprehension twined through her as she reached out a finger and traced the envelope once more, staring at it.

  What secrets lay inside?

  What would it be? A poem? Another short story that would leave her panting and wishing she had waited until she was home?

  She chanced another look at the clock and then grabbed the envelope, tearing it open so desperately, she ended up tearing the edge of the paper tucked inside. It was a small tear, but she bit her lip when she noticed and forced herself to slow down.

  The folded slip of paper held several answers and none at all.

  Yes. She should have waited.

  And no. It wouldn’t have mattered if she hadn’t.

  She’d never think about work now, but she wouldn’t have gained much if she’d just waited until she’d gotten home, either.

  The simple, folded sheet of paper read simply: Soon.

  He meant it.

  Whoever it was that called her late at night—whoever it was that left these dirty little stories, or romantic poems—really meant it. She’d been asking him, over and over again. When can we meet?

  And here was her answer.

  Both terror and excitement mingled inside and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or puke.

  Tessa placed the piece of paper face down on her desk and spun away, bracing her elbows on her knees and staring off into nothingness.

  He wanted to meet her.

  Her.

  After four months, he wanted to meet.

  “Oh, shit,” she whispered, surging upright.

  The office she held as the manager of a small pediatrics group wasn’t anything extravagant, but it had more than enough room for her to pace. Just then, she used up all the available room, going back and forth as she swiped a nervous hand through her hair, toyed with the letter, and fussed with the button on the bottom of her cardigan.

  “Tessa!”

  She came up short at the sight of Jeanie Margrave, standing in the door to her office. Jeanie handled all the billing—and in short, Tessa’s sanity. Forcing herself to smile and at least act sane, she focused on Jeanie’s face. “Good morning!”

  “Hey…you okay there?” Jeanie studied Tessa with a puzzled expression.

  “Oh, fine. Distracted.” Tessa managed a weak laugh and shrugged, wrapping her cardigan more firmly around herself as she met the other woman’s eyes. “Did you need something?”

  “Yes.” Jeanie looked like she was debating something, and then finally sighed and hefted up a box. It jingled as she plopped it down on Tessa’s desk. “I was at the post office this morning. This was part of the deliveries I picked up.”

  Tessa eyed
it narrowly and then, almost grateful for the distraction, picked up the flap that had already been slit open.

  Then she lowered it and turned to Jeanie. “What’s this?”

  Jeanie licked her lips and then calmly said, “Payment of a bill.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Jeanie held out a folded, if somewhat mangled, sheet of paper. “This was in there.”

  Dear thieving scum

  If you insist on robbing honest, hard-working people, then you can just take the very last pennies I have in my pockets. Here’s what I owe for my kid’s well-being. To the fucking dime.

  “Well.” Tessa folded the letter and then placed it on top of the coins. She debated on a course of action. The family was set to be sent to collections—between their three kids, they owed almost a thousand dollars, and she doubted she was looking at a thousand dollars in quarters and dimes there.

  Humming under her breath, she made a decision. “I’ll take the coins to the bank and have them counted. Once we know what the balance is, I’ll contact the family. Don’t update the patient status until then. Emergency visits only.”

  Once she was alone—along with who knew how much in coinage—she went back to pondering her letter.

  Soon.

  Just what was soon?

  If you’d asked her, soon would have been after the arrival of the first basket, delivered on Valentine’s Day. A pair of fuzzy handcuffs. A feather. Massage oil. Whipped cream…and a magnet.

  It read:

  You.

  Me.

  Handcuffs.

  Whipped Cream.

  Any questions?

  Since then, only the stiff ivory envelopes made of a heavy bond paper had showed up. The writing was all handwritten and looked familiar, but she couldn’t place it. Sweeping, rather elegant looking, especially for a man.

  A month after the first letter, the phone calls had begun.

  She couldn’t quite decide if it was just coincidence or irony all of this had started a month after her fiancé had proposed. She glanced down at the ring on her left hand, the diamond flashing at her mockingly.

  The first phone call had been simple. He’d just said quietly, “He isn’t right for you, Tessa. He’ll never make you happy.”

  “Who this is?” she’d asked.

  There had been a long silence and she’d thought maybe he’d hung up.

  But finally, he had answered, his voice gruff, low—he never spoke in a regular voice—and he said, “Somebody who would do anything just to see you happy.”

  The crazy thing was, she had a bad feeling her mystery man was right. Tyson was…ideal. He was the ideal boyfriend. He had the ideal job and he lived in the ideal neighborhood. He said all the right things and he’d proposed after the right period of time. They’d wait exactly one year after the proposal and he already had the church picked out—she hadn’t had much say in it.

  It wasn’t like she felt like she was left out of these discussions, he just…did things.

  And she was left on the sidelines.

  She was tired of it.

  Staring at the letter, she made a decision.

  ∞

  The cool eyed blonde sitting across from her started to tap his fingers steadily on the white tablecloth. He lifted his water glass and sipped from it before setting it back down and staring her like she was a lab specimen under a microscope.

  He was angry.

  She had rarely seen Tyson James angry, but the tic throbbing in his cheek was a pretty good giveaway.

  “This has to do with those insane little letters,” he said finally. Her ring lay between them where she’d put it two minutes ago. He hadn’t so much as looked at it.

  “No,” she said. “It has to do with—”

  “Have you called the police yet?”

  She looked away.

  She’d told him about the gift that had come on Valentine’s Day. She hadn’t had much choice, since he’d picked her up for dinner. He’d had roses delivered. They had been stunning and if she could have hidden the other gift, she would have been happy to, but when he came into the office, one of the women who worked upfront had teasingly said, “Way to make all the other men look bad, Dr. James. Sending not one but two gifts?”

  So she’d been forced to explain.

  “Why haven’t you called the police, Tessa?” he asked, his voice low, yet somehow managing to carry across the table to her ears.

  He had a wonderful speaking voice, could command the attention of an entire lecture hall.

  He could also make her feel terribly stupid.

  Red crept up her cheeks as he said, “You have somebody stalking you, leaving you threatening presents and notes, calling you at home, and you haven’t called the police. What else does he have to do before you realize he’s dangerous?”

  “He’s not dangerous.” Tessa pulled the napkin from her lap and folded it, laid it on the table. It was a good thing they hadn’t ordered yet. She wasn’t going to be able to sit through this meal.

  Tyson scoffed. “Tessa…don’t be naïve.”

  “Naïve.” She swallowed while tears tried to burn her eyes. “It’s naïve to think that some man out there loves me as passionately as he seems to?”

  “You don’t even know him.” Tyson flicked a dismissive hand. “You’re being foolish.”

  He picked up the ring. “This is love, Tessa. Not dirty little notes and illicit phone calls. He’s flirting with another man’s fiancée. That isn’t love.”

  Tessa held out her hand.

  Tyson, victory glinting in his eyes, placed the ring back in her hand.

  She held it up. “This is a ring,” she said. “It’s a symbol. It can be a symbol of a lot of things. Love…” She paused. “Or ownership. You treat me like a toy. Or a pet. No, Tessa…not that dress. No, Tessa…those colors don’t flatter you. No, Tessa…beach weddings are so passé. You don’t love me, Tyson. You think I’m a malleable, pretty little thing to have on your arm. But I’m done.”

  She placed the ring down and rose.

  “Tessa.”

  She looked down at Tyson. His face had flushed red with anger now.

  Slowly, he stood and moved so that they stood eye to eye.

  “Be very certain you understand what you’re doing, darling,” he said softly.

  To her shock, she found herself smiling. “Tyson, darling, for the first time in a very long time, I am.” She hesitated for a moment and then said, “I hope you can be happy one day.”

  Then she turned and walked away, feeling like she’d left a thousand pound weight behind her.

  Chapter Two

  The rest of the day dragged on.

  Four hours. She thought entire lifetimes passed between each slow tick of the clock that hung in her office.

  At quarter ‘til four, Jeanie poked her head in.

  “Your coin-lover is on the phone.”

  Tessa hoped against hope. “Please say the child has a high fever…something we can easily call an emergency, right?”

  “No.” Jeanie made a face. “One kid has had a cough, no fever for two days. Her other son has some allergy issues. She won’t let us take a note for the doctor and insists on being seen.” She bit her lip. “How much money did she send in?”

  “Eighty-four dollars. In coins.” Tessa grimaced. “It cost her almost thirty to send it. It doesn’t even add up to ten percent of what she owes the office. I’ll handle the call. But we’re not seeing them. Neither of those are emergencies. I’ll talk to the doctors before we leave.”

  She spent twenty minutes on the phone, being called everything from a bitch to a communist to a baby-killer and she by damn well better have a lawyer ready because the whole damn practice would be sued.

  “Ma’am, if you’re willing to make a payment—” She glanced at what was owed and grimaced. “Of two hundred and twenty dollars on Sam’s account and one-ninety on Joey’s, then I’d be happy to set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. We don’t have a
ny appointments left for this afternoon.” She checked the computer—the woman had ranted at her so long, the doctors had just logged off for the afternoon. “The doctors are no longer in the facility so nobody is available to see you.”

  “I’d bet they’d see me if I wasn’t some poor single mom!” The irate mother had worked herself up into a frenzy now.

  In the background, Tessa could hear the kids crying.

  “Ma’am, the doctors are done for the day. We’ve tried to work with you on payments. You wasted thirty dollars in postage simply to mail in coins. If you’d cashed the coins in, that would have been an extra—”

  “You uptight cunt. Don’t tell me how to pay my damn bills. Put my kids on the schedule for tomorrow!”

  “That’s enough. I’m not tolerating the abuse.” Tessa documented the phone call, rolling her eyes as the woman continued to rant. “We gave you sixty days to bring your account into better standing. I’m sorry this hasn’t been acceptable for you.”

  She hung up the phone and looked up at Jeanie. “Turn the phones over. I’m begging you. And warn the service they may…no. Just turn over the phones and get the on-call manager on the phone.” She shot the calendar a look. She’d have to notify the doctor on call, too. She noted the mother’s name.

  The mom would be making numerous phone calls over the weekend. Tessa was sure of it.

  “She hates you,” Jeanie offered helpfully a little while later.

  “I noticed.” Tessa was still documenting the call. Everything had to be documented.

  “Notify the docs?”

  “Yes.” Tessa rubbed her neck. “They’re being dismissed. Dr. Harvey said he didn’t care what the balances were at this point. They could pay in full on Monday in gold doubloons and they’d see be dismissed. They’ve been warned about the abusive behavior before—by him.”

  Jeanie grimaced. “Maybe you should let him call her and tell her.”

  “Sure. I’ll pass along that message.” She rolled her eyes. The notification would be done via official, USPS mail, as was protocol, but it was an amusing image.

  Dr. Jerome Harvey stood six foot seven and Tessa wouldn’t be surprised if the earth trembled under his big boots. His voice was smooth and mellow and deep, matching his dark brown eyes. More than a few of the office staff had entertained a crush on him at one point or time. Personally, he was a little too intimidating for Tessa, although she’d seen him melt while holding a newborn baby girl. And every time his wife came in to see him.