Temptation (The Temptation Series)

by K. M. Golland

  Nurse Summers

  I’m very much looking forward to seeing you in the dress on Monday night at the Tel V’s, it will be a late night so you might want to occupy the guest room, or mine.

  Your Mr Clark

  Stay overnight? It was bound to happen at some stage, I did explain to Rick that it was a part of my job and the $500,000.00 that goes with it, but due to the news coverage of the accident, I don’t think he will be happy about it and rightly so, as the temptation of Bryce wanting me to share his bed, could prove to be a bit much. I have to create some distance; I need space and time to think about where my life is heading and with whom for that matter. The Girl’s Weekend away, could be this outlet and really couldn’t come any sooner. I decided to ring Tash.

  “Hey Hun, what’s up?” Her scratchy and very unmelodic voice began singing through the receiver.

  “Love lift us up where we belong,

  Where the Eagles cry,

  On a Mountain High.”

  “Shut up, not you too.” She laughed.

  “Come on Lexi it was very ‘Officer and a Gentleman’.”

  “That’s what Rick said.”

  “Shit, was he pissed?”

  “He didn’t come out and say it but yeah he wasn’t happy, can’t really blame him it was on the news.”

  “Lex, you do know what you are doing, don’t you?” I hung my head and my eyes welled up.

  “No Tash, I don’t, I’m seriously fucking fucked in the head at the moment.” I wiped my eyes.

  “Ok Poppit, this weekend there will be no mention of husbands or sexy stalker billionaires.”

  “Sounds good, Oh by the way one of you will have to drive, I don’t have the Territory anymore.” Suddenly the phone was taken from my hand. Hey!

  “Tash is it? It’s Bryce Clark, Alexis will have my Limousine and Driver for the entire weekend, so please don’t worry about another vehicle.” I snatched the phone back.

  “Alexis will not have the Limousine.” I glared at him, he sat on my desk with his arms crossed ‘smirking’.

  “Oh no you don’t, Mr Clark.”

  “It’s what I do Ms Summers.” He got up and walked back into his office.

  “Hello, Lexi, you still there?” Tash’s tiny voice was barely audible through the phone’s receiver. Shit!

  “Yeah, I’m still here.”

  “Oh Lex, if you don’t screw him I will.”

  “Natasha Jones!”

  “I know, I know, it’s not funny. Soooo are we going by Limo?”

  “Yes,” I grizzled into the phone.

  “Tell the others I’ll pick them up after 6pm Friday night. I have to go Hun, I have to go and punch my employer, bye.”

  “Make love, not war,” and she quickly hung up. You’ll keep Tash, you’ll keep.

  Bryce was at his desk when I entered the room; he looked up and smiled defiantly.

  “So Nurse Summers, how was the dress, do you like it?”

  “I can see why you like it.” His smile dropped.

  “You don’t like it, you can pick whatever you like I….” I quickly stepped up to his desk.

  “No Bryce I love it, it’s stunning, it’s just I have never worn anything like it, ever!” His defiant smile returned.

  “Good, I want you to experience new things.” Hhmm what’s he up to? Ok probably best to change the subject.

  “Now, whilst you were out you missed a call from Joyce, apparently you need to sign off on Chanel 7 having exclusive televising rights for the red carpet arrivals on Monday. Also, Vincent has finalised the menu which I have emailed to you and Samantha gave me the flight transfer requests for your approval. Speaking of Samantha I was supposed to have lunch with her today, did you know she is seeing Gareth?” He looked wary.

  “No.”

  “Well she is, we were supposed to have lunch together and as we were heading up here, he pretty much stopped the elevator and whisked her away. There’s something you’re not telling me about him Bryce, the look he gave me when he left the elevator was clearly a warning to stay away from her and I want to know why?” He got up and this time I swear he did change to a shade of green, he stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him. Shit, what did I say wrong?

  It was nearly an hour later when the ding of the elevator doors rang, I looked up hoping to see Bryce and of all the people that could’ve come through those doors, it had to be Chelsea, she strolled up to my desk. Yes, what the fuck do you want?

  “Yes Chelsea, can I help you?”

  “I’m here for my appointment with Bryce.” He is Mr Clark to you, you little troll.

  “You mean Mr Clark.” I glared at her. I have no appointment scheduled for her, why is she not in the diary.

  “Are you sure it’s today? There is nothing in the diary and he is not here.” She looked devastated.

  “It is today, I spoke to him earlier. I’ll just have to wait.” She didn’t have to wait long, because Bryce came through the doors about a second later, he looked flushed and mighty pissed off. Uh Oh, I hope that’s not my fault..

  “Mr Clark, I was starting to think you had stood me up.” She went to follow him into his office.

  “Chelsea take a seat over there, I will see you in a minute, Alexis if you don’t mind.” He motioned me to his office, I hesitantly followed him in, whilst watching Chelsea sit on the couch in the foyer. Before the door closed completely he had me pinned to it, he didn’t even have to ask, because I said yes and kissed him before he had the chance, his embrace was quite aggressive and wanting, he mauled my neck and it was divine.

  “Fuck,” he shouted. It made me jump, I put my forefinger to his lips and hushed him.

  “Bryce, what’s wrong?” He lightly hit his head against the door.

  “I’m sorry, I promised you I wouldn’t let Gareth hurt you, he just fucking doesn’t listen and pushes me over the edge.” Over the edge, Shit!

  “What did you do?”

  “Nothing.” He kissed me softer this time. Nothing my arse.

  “You may not know but Chelsea is a qualified Helicopter Pilot.”

  “I do know, I’ve done some of my own creepy research on your little admirer.” His mouth twitched.

  “Chelsea is here to go over the agreement we have with her father’s chartering company. I don’t want you to become green-eyed again, although I did like the show you put on for me last time.” I glared at him.

  “So, I thought you could sit in on the meeting and take some notes, as the agreement will need to be amended. Go and grab your laptop and tell Chelsea to come in.” I put my hand up to my forehead in a salute.

  “Yes Sir.” As I went to turn and leave he grabbed my hand and kissed it, he then proceeded to trail kisses down my wrist hitting that very sensitive spot behind your elbow which made my legs weak, he kept creeping kisses up my arm, across my chest and up my neck. I can’t keep letting him do this to me. He found my mouth again and took control with such sweet softness, it was a very different kiss to before but again, I had never been kissed like this and it was intoxicating. He broke away and placed another light kiss on the tip of my nose.

  “Please.” He said and opened the door for me.

  Chelsea had been checking her reflection in a little compact mirror when I walked out, she quickly slid it in her pocket, in the hope that it had gone unnoticed. Stupid tart! I unplugged my laptop and asked her to follow me, as I opened the door to his office she went to enter before me, I let go of the door and it nearly knocked her off her feet.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, my bad, I need another set of arms.” She glared at me, Bryce witnessed my ‘not so accidental slip’ and smirked. I’ll see that smirk, and raise you another smirk, Mr Clark.

  “Chelsea, thanks for meeting with me this afternoon.” He held out a chair for her at the conference table, she sat and he pushed her in, he then held a chair out for me, I sat and turned on the lap top opening a word document ready to take notes. Taking a seat next to me, he casually
dropped his hand so that it rested on my leg under the table, I froze and glanced at him through the corner of my eye. Thank goodness for the lap top and jug of water blocking Chelsea’s view.

  “Here is the draft agreement for this year. There are a number of guests attending the Tel V’s that are very High Profile, in particular 4life, they will need to be transferred by the Bell Jet Ranger, that’s been stated in section 5, their itinerary is also mentioned and as you can imagine, will need to be followed quite strictly. He started to move his hand up my thigh, I could only imagine the expression on my face, looking like one of those Pantomimes with the white painted face, who always looks shocked. Chelsea was going on about Cyclic Stick Controls, and Rotors and Blah Blah Blah. Bryce maintained the conversation not to mention his composure, however I was completely lost, what was I supposed to be typing? It dawned on me that Bryce only wanted me here for one reason and it wasn’t to take notes, I had to type something, surely it would be obvious if I just sat here. I clicked on font size 48 and changed the colour to red, this will get his attention and hopefully disguise my lack of Helicopter note taking, I began to type.

  STOP IT

  He licked his lips and babbled on about Squash Plates and Collectives, his hand squeezed my thigh and moved slightly closer to the spot he was aiming for.

  BRYCE EDWARD CLARK, YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY, STOP IT NOW!

  “Excuse me Chelsea. Alexis, you need to write it like this.” He leant over and started typing, this gave him the ability to do two things, one, get his finger underneath my underwear and two, type a cheeky response. He began to massage my clitoris, Oh Fuck. I looked at the screen.

  YOU WANT IT, I CAN FEEL IT!

  Oh I wanted it alright.

  “Oh, really Mr Clark? I thought it was like this?” I typed again.

  YES I WANT YOU NOW!

  His eyes practically bulged out of his head; he began to pack up the papers

  “Chelsea we can finish……” Fuck he’s going to get rid of her.

  “Sorry, sorry to interrupt but Mrs Clark, is it like this?” Chelsea snorted as if to say I was hopeless.

  ONLY KIDDING, NOW STOP IT

  I shut my legs on his hand and he put his free hand through his hair. Uh huh the tell-tale sign I was getting to him.

  “No Alexis, definitely not. It has to be like this.” His tone, had an edge of annoyance.

  FUCK YOU DRIVE ME WILD

  I laughed, he tried ever so slightly to pry my legs apart but years on the Wide Leg Press at gym ended his attempts.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry Mr Clark, you’re right.” I continued typing so it looked like I was correcting my so called error. Chelsea rolled her eyes at Bryce, he just smiled at her. The joke is on you Bitch!

  YOUR TURN NOW MR CLARK!

  I lowered my hand and removed his, he fought it at first but surrendered when I dug my new Gels into his Dorsal, he retreated quickly and rubbed his hands together. I placed my hand on his leg, my arm was shorter than his so couldn’t stretch any further without looking strange. Crap, damn you little arms. Think Alexis, think! I smiled, leant forward and poured myself a drink of water. I strategically placed the glass close to the edge of the table, he sat up straight. Shit he’s on to me, here goes. Very inconspicuously, I knocked the glass into his lap.

  “Oh No, Mr Clark, I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz.” I grabbed the napkin next to the water jug and began patting his groin, very firmly and slowly. Ah, there we go. Fuck that feels very nice.

  “I’m so sorry My Clark.” I looked up at him and batted my eyelids, he grabbed my hand and took the napkin, Hey, I grabbed another napkin and continued my patting of his very wet and full package.

  “Thank you Alexis, I can take it from here.” I handed him the second napkin and produced one monster of a ‘smirk’, Chelsea’s mouth was agape.

  “I think that’s all Chelsea, if you wouldn’t mind getting your father to go over those few amendments and get it back to me tomorrow.” He got up and escorted Chelsea out whilst I packed up the lap top and wiped the chair down, she must’ve said something about my clumsiness on her way out, because Bryce replied with, ‘It’s only water.’

  He closed the door and kept his back to me for what seemed like eternity, he slowly turned around and the devilish grin plastered across his face had me squirming on the spot. He began to unbutton his pants, my heart skipped more than just a beat, he slowly unzipped his trousers and they fell to the floor. Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck. He stood there in his underwear, the man was simply a god, his quads were flexed and hard, I swallowed the lump in my throat. Stay cool Alexis, you can still win this.

  “Your underwear is wet too.” I eyed his crouch as I poured myself another glass, this time with the intention of actually having a drink. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and pulled them down kicking them aside, I nearly spat my mouthful.

  “You wanted this, Ms Summers?” Holly Shit, he’s got me, I have nothing left. I tried to shake my head in answer to his question when a rebellious smile crept across his face. He was standing there with not a care in the world, his superb erection at full stretch, Fuck that’s gloriously huge.

  “Bryce Edward Clark, you stay right there.” He mimicked me by slowly shaking his head from side to side and that devilish grin came back, he’s going to set upon me any second I know it. I quickly scouted the room; in front of me was my main weapon, the large oval conference table. To my left approximately 5 metres away was his desk; in equal distance to my right was the door to his apartment. 2 metres in front of the conference table was the lounge area of 3 sofas and a coffee table, then it was open space to the door. He lunged in my direction and I squealed. The table Alexis, stay behind the table. He stopped directly opposite me and eyed me ferociously. I’m screwed! He motioned to his right, so did I, then back to his left, I copied.

  “You won’t win this one Alexis.”

  “Watch me, Bryce.” I stepped to my right, then left then doubled back and headed for his apartment door. My downfall was the fact I had to scan my keycard and that took a lot longer than I had planned. He grabbed me and I screamed, hauling me up over his shoulder, he punched in a door code and entered his apartment. My head was only centimetres from his amazing bare arse, so I slapped it hard which made him grunt.

  “Put me down Mr Clark.” I was laughing uncontrollably, we passed the staircase. Ok good, not going to the bedroom. Then we passed the lounge. Right, I’m now lost.

  “Where are you taking me?” He tightened his grip.

  “You wanted wet, you’re getting wet.” Wet? What does he mean Wet? Oh Shit, No! He pushed the Bi-Fold doors open and walked to the edge of the pool.

  “Bryce Clark, don’t you dare!”

  “I love it when you dare me.” He entered the pool one step at a time.

  “Bryce No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I was screaming and laughing but I knew it wasn’t going to do me any good, he kept going. I straightened up as the water level got higher and then we were in, I came up for air the same time he did.

  “You Prick.” I punched him in the shoulder and he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, I pushed off him and splashed water in his face. Laughing we swirled around each other breathing quick and hard, I remembered he had no pants on and tried to look down into the water.

  “Would you like a pair of goggles Ms Summers?” His smirk was back, I sunk down under the water and wriggled my blouse off, surfacing I took another breath and went under again. I swam up to his groin, his legs were open, so I swam between them blowing out my breath harsh as I passed under his manhood. I surfaced behind him and wrapped my arms and legs around his body, he grabbed my legs like a piggyback and dived under. Slipping to his front I kissed him under the water and when we surfaced our lips were still locked. I could seriously kiss this man until I ran out of breath.

  “Alexis, will you give me a week?” I wanted to but it was impossible.

  “How?”

  “Don’t worry about the h
ow? I need to know if you will?”

  “Yes, I will give you a week but it is impossible.” He moved his hands down the sides of my face.

  “Nothing is impossible.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  I wanted to stay in the pool with him all night but the simple fact of the matter was I couldn’t because waiting at home for me were my two adorable children and my loving husband. I don’t know how he planned on me staying with him for a week, he seemed quite adamant that it was going to happen, my gut told me he’d find a way but my head said it was impossible. I had no doubt I would fall for him in that week, because deep down inside I already had, that was obvious to me as there was no way in hell I would be here in a pool with him, if I hadn’t. I pulled away from him, grabbed my floating blouse and swam to the edge of the pool. There were towels neatly folded on the ends of the sun lounges, I climbed up the pool steps, took one and draped it over myself. Thank goodness my shoes had fallen off because the rest of my clothing was well and truly soaked. Bryce swam to the edge and followed me out, I passed him a towel and caught another glimpse. Just the sheer sight of him made me blush, he was immaculate. Stop staring you perve.

  “Are you sure you don’t want the towel back, Alexis?” He was drying between his legs, then very casually swung the towel around his waist and secured it. I wanted that towel back more than anything, the sight of his erection made my throat dry and wet at the same time. There was so much more to him than he’s stunning physique, I think it was the ‘much more to him’ that I had fallen for. He was playful, challenging, kind and intelligent; he took pride in himself and his possessions and never did anything by half. He was down to earth yet, displayed a shield of power and authority, it was all these qualities that drew me in, I was simply captivated by this man.

  “I will give you a week Bryce but I’m certainly not going to ask Rick for it and I will certainly not go behind his back. I believe in fate, signs and chances, so if it is meant to be, it will be, in the meantime I cannot keep crossing the line with you. I know we haven’t had sex but what we are doing is still wrong and it’s killing me, I don’t want to be a cheating whore, anymore.” He grabbed my arms and glared at me.