Dark Dichotomy

by Aubrey Ross

  Dark Dichotomy

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  Dark Dichotomy © 2013 Aubrey Ross

  Cover art by Dar Albert

  Electronic book Publication, October 2013

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  Dark Dichotomy 1:

  Misbehaving

  Aubrey Ross

  Kendra Lawrence isn’t sure what to expect when she meets Ryan Burton for the first time. His family’s secrecy has kept Napa Valley gossiping for generations. He contracts her to renovate a cottage on his secluded estate, but Kendra is tempted to misbehave as soon as she looks into his eyes. Never before has a man ignited her senses and made her long for erotic misbehavior.

  Ryan’s nocturnal half, senses Kendra’s presence even before he transitions out of sleep state. His visions reveal an enemy lurking in the shadows, waiting to destroy them all. A soul bonding is the only way to ensure Kendra’s safety. But first she must accept the complexity of their nature and learn to revel in the pleasures awaiting her as the mate of a Dichotomy.

  Chapter One

  Determined not to reveal her anxiety, Kendra Lawrence smoothed her hip-length jacket over her narrow skirt and exhaled. This was the last obstacle. Once Ryan Burton approved her sketches, she would have closed the most important deal of her career.

  She used the realization to soothe her nerves and rang the doorbell. Only a moment passed before a thin woman with graying dark hair opened one side of the high, arched doors.

  “May I help you?” The woman’s tone was calm and approachable.

  “Mr. Burton is expecting me.”

  “Which Mr. Burton?”

  “Ryan.”

  Motioning Kendra into the mansion’s foyer, the woman shut and locked the door before continuing the conversation. “If you’ll have a seat in the salon, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

  Each step Kendra took was a triumph. The Burton brothers were enigmatic and reclusive. Few were allowed into the gated compound much less the estate’s palatial house.

  “Did Ruth offer you a beverage?”

  Kendra turned around and felt her heart flutter in her chest. Heat cascaded through her body and gathered between her thighs. She swept the man’s tall form with an appreciative glance before looking into his eyes. The only image she’d managed to dig up of Ryan Burton hadn’t begun to do him justice.

  His burnished hair swept away from his face and curled at the nape of his neck. The chiseled line of his jaw and high cheekbones seemed at odds with his full lower lip and wide, chocolate-brown eyes.

  A smile curved the corners of his mouth as he posed the question again. “Would you like something to drink?”

  Shaking away the sensual lethargy, she shifted her briefcase to the other hand. “No, thank you.”

  “You’d prefer to cut right to the chase?”

  “I don’t mean to be rude. I’m just anxious to see what you think of my proposal.” She sat down and lowered her briefcase to the floor. He joined her on the settee.

  “Did you work up both scenarios?”

  She glanced at him again and her thoughts scattered. His liquid gaze caressed her face with physical intensity. Her skin tingled and heat crawled up her neck. It was too easy to imagine him pulling her close and pressing his mouth over hers. His large hands would move boldly over her body, first on top of her clothes, then beneath…

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a glass of wine?”

  With a frustrated sigh, she snapped back to attention. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s just a bit surreal. I’m actually talking with one of the notorious Burton brothers.”

  “You’re a local, I take it? Our notoriety hasn’t spread much beyond Napa Valley.”

  She pulled the presentation out of her briefcase and smiled. “Born and bred in Calistoga. I was raised on stories about what went on behind your wrought iron gates.”

  “Really? What happened in these stories?”

  “I’ve heard that you’re foreign royalty forced into seclusion.”

  “What makes you think we’re not?” The amusement in his expression assured her he was teasing.

  “One of my friends in high school was convinced you’re vampires.”

  He motioned toward the golden sunbeams penetrating the window. “Will she be disappointed when you tell her I’m not even nocturnal?”

  “I doubt she’ll believe I was actually here.” A moment passed as she stared into his eyes. “Moving on.” She opened the presentation across her lap and angled it toward him. “The first section is the proposed renovation. The second details demolition and reconstruction.”

  “Which do you recommend?”

  “Definitely renovation. The cottage needs a lot of TLC, but it would be a travesty to demolish such a jewel.”

  He flipped through the pages of the presentation, giving her a moment to observe him more closely. He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t said anything untoward, so why was her body pulsing with awareness and…anticipation? Perhaps he was some sort of sorcerer, able to command the senses with a thought. The absurd notion made her smile as she turned her attention to the sketch he was perusing.

  “Did you draw this?”

  “Yes. Many people have a hard time visualizing a room from a blueprint.”

  “You’re talented.”

  “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if he was complimenting the entire proposal or just the sketches. It didn’t matter as long as he offered her the job.

  “Let’s walk down to the lake.” He closed the presentation and set it on the coffee table in front of them. Pushing to his feet, he offered her his hand. “I’d like you to explain your plans for the upper level.”

  She’d dressed for a business meeting not a hike in the woods. “Do I have time to change my shoes?”

  “Of course.”

  He escorted her out the front door and toward the wide gravel drive where she’d left her car. Beyond the perimeter landscaping, vineyards stretched as far as the eye could see. Burton Brothers winery had tasting rooms in Calistoga and Napa but the estate wasn’t open to the public.

  “How long has your family been here?”

  “The winery was founded in 1882. We bought it from the original owners in 1896 and have occupied it ever since.”

  “Your wine is well known worldwide, but no one knows much about your family.”

  “If we had to rely on celebrity to sell our wine, that wouldn’t say much about our product. Our wine speaks for itself and we cherish our privacy.”

  She accepted his statement with a distracted nod as tidbits of gossip rolled through her mind. The witness protection program and members of a displaced mafia had both been attributed with the Burton brothers’ need for privacy. No one could accept that they just wanted to be left alone.

  Slipping out of her jacket, she folded it neatly on the front seat of her car. Luckily her gym bag was on the floor in back. She fished out her running shoes and set them on the hood.

  He stepped up beside her and moved her running shoes to the car’s roof. Without warning, his large h
ands settled against her waist and he set her on the hood. She pressed her legs together, unmistakably aware of his nearness and the warmth of his touch.

  His fingers brushed along her calf, catching the back of her high-heeled pump. Tingles erupted in the wake of his fingers, making her ache and squirm. He slipped the pump off her foot and reached for the sock tucked inside her running shoe.

  “Do you want to take off your stockings?” His fingers retraced their path, caressing the bend of her knee.

  She shook her head, her mouth too dry to speak. She shouldn’t let him touch her like this. It was horribly unprofessional, yet she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and press her breasts against his chest.

  He looked up when she didn’t reply, so she shook her head again. With her foot cradled in one hand, he pulled the sock into place with the other. Seconds ticked by and tension arced between them.

  After working the second sock onto her foot, he turned his attention to her hands. “No significant other?”

  Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she pulled her hand out of his light grasp. “I’m not part of the proposal.” Her abdomen clenched in protest as disappointment clouded his gaze.

  “I wasn’t inferring you were.” He guided her foot into the first shoe as he went on. “Your office is in San Francisco. If I accept your proposal, do you plan to commute?”

  “I have friends in Calistoga. If you offer me the job, I’ll impose on one of them during the week and drive home each weekend.”

  “Do you have other clients?” he asked, reaching for her second shoe.

  “Not at the moment.”

  “An unsupportive spouse can cause all sorts of complications with a project of this scale. That’s why I asked if you were involved with anyone.”

  She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. His point might be valid, but he’d been flirting with her since he walked into the salon. “I’m not involved with anyone. You’ll have my complete attention.”

  “The project will have your complete attention. I’m not part of the deal either.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” He helped her down from the hood and they crossed the gravel drive. A narrow path bisected two large fields. Following the gentle undulation of the land, they made their way toward the lake in the distance. “Did your family excavate the lake or was it created by the original owners?”

  “The original owners dug the lake and built the cottage you’ll be renovating.”

  “Does this mean I’ve got the job?”

  He just smiled.

  The cottage sat on the far side of the lake, shaded by massive weeping willow trees. Though shabby and in need of repair the Victorian two-story was charming.

  He unlocked the front door and motioned her inside. “If I understand your sketches, the main floor remains largely the same.”

  “The changes to this level are primarily cosmetic.”

  “Then walk me through the upper level.”

  She preceded him up the stairs and the back of her neck tingled. Was he enjoying the view? Her skirt was just tight enough to hug her bottom and her legs were visible from mid-thigh down. If she turned and met his gaze, would she find desire in his eyes or was this connection only in her mind?

  “If we take out this wall—” she paused to clear her throat, not liking the husky tone of her voice “—it will open up the front of the house for the studio you mentioned. You said your brother was an artist, but you didn’t indicate his chosen medium.”

  “It varies according to his mood.” He shrugged and strolled into the empty bedroom. “Charcoal, oils, buckets of paint, Torral has used them all.”

  “Does he need to okay the proposal?”

  “I’ll show it to him tonight. Where will you get the space to enlarge the bathroom?”

  “The existing closet in the smaller bedroom borders the bathroom. I figured the bathroom needs the space more than the studio needs the storage.”

  “That makes sense,” he muttered, the proposed changes still commanding his attention.

  She crossed to the window and gazed out over the lake. Sunlight caught on the rippling surface as the afternoon breeze stirred the water. It was so peaceful here. No wonder the Burton brothers tried to keep the world at bay.

  Ryan let his gaze travel the length of Kendra’s body, amazed that he could find no flaw. A friend had suggested he contact Kendra after she refurbished his San Francisco restaurant. She specialized in period recreation and upscale renovation. Ryan had been impressed with her confidence and expertise when they spoke on the telephone. He’d known she was relatively young, but he hadn’t expected her to be this attractive.

  Her hair combined gold, bronze, and copper in a riot of shimmering curls. She stood at an angle, her face presented in profile. He wanted to trace her pert nose with his index finger then frame her face with his hands and outline her lips with his tongue.

  She was applying for a job, for gods’ sake. His lust was completely out of place. Still, he couldn’t suppress it entirely. His need deepened and expanded, heating his blood and speeding his pulse. He shoved his hands into his pockets. If he touched her now, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

  Deep inside his being Torral stirred, possessive and restless. Ryan glanced at the horizon. Dusk was hours away. Why had his nocturnal side awakened? Torral surged, stretching the confines of sleep state, triggering transformation.

  Ryan spun toward the door, his movements stilted. He couldn’t allow her to see the change.

  “Are you all right?”

  He raised his hand and waved her back without turning around. “Give me a minute.”

  The sensations intensified, so he rushed from the room and darted across the hall. He closed the door to the master bedroom and leaned against it. The floor tilted and his vision blurred.

  Too soon! He shot the thought inward. Go back to sleep.

  Do not let her leave, Torral responded. She is in danger.

  Urgency washed over Ryan, heightening his awareness and compounding his lust. Images swirled through his mind, dizzying and arousing.

  He lay on his side in a rumpled bed, naked and unashamed. Kendra stood beside the bed with Torral behind her. She raised one arm and grasped the back of Torral’s neck. Torral touched her, caressed her boldly, while she gasped and swayed.

  Desire, hot and demanding, gathered low in Ryan’s abdomen. He reined in the compulsion with steely determination. They had the rest of their lives to explore these pleasures. He would not— The rest of their lives? Why had that phrase popped into his mind?

  Her silky breasts quivered as Torral teased her nipples. Ryan licked his lips, anxious for a taste. Following the path of his brother’s hand, Ryan focused on the shadowed cleft between her thighs.

  She’s the one. Torral made the pronouncement with absolute finality.

  The tantalizing image faded, leaving Ryan aching with need. He closed his hands into fists and fought for breath. She was human, unaware of the Dichotomy’s existence, unprepared for the unavoidable challenges.

  She was intelligent and accomplished, beautiful and sensuous. What little she knew of his family already had her intrigued. Could he build upon that mystique, cultivate her fascination? He couldn’t deny their attraction. He was certain she felt it too.

  Besides, Torral’s premonitions were never wrong.

  I can’t just demand that she stay.

  If she leaves the estate before the bonding, she will die.

  Another image stabbed into Ryan’s mind. Kendra’s face, colorless and waxy. Her eyes sightless, dead. No!

  Then don’t let her leave!

  A firm knock vibrated the door against Ryan’s back. He covered his face with his hands and sucked in a deep breath.

  “Just a minute.” He forced the words out between clenched teeth.

  “Are you sure you’re all right?” Uncertainty rippled through her tone. “Should I go get one of your brothers?”

  “That’s not necessa
ry.” Torral retreated enough for Ryan to regain his composure. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

  Do whatever it takes; she cannot leave the estate.

  Chapter Two

  Aidan Nicholson felt the telepathic link slipping and frantically unfastened his pants. It didn’t matter that his office door stood ajar or that his window blinds were open. He’d never been this close before.

  Emotion was the key to infiltrating the telepathic link of the West Coast Dichotomy. Strong feelings distracted them, allowing him to shadow their movements and absorb their thoughts.

  He shoved his pants down and reached inside his boxers, but resentment spiked through his lust. He shouldn’t have to sneak in through the back door. He shared blood ties with the arrogant Burtons. He should be welcomed on the familial grid. Instead, he was treated like a pariah, shunned and ostracized for the actions of his ancestors.

  Forcing his anger to the back of his mind, he rekindled the arousal. He closed his eyes and recaptured the woman’s image. Wildly curling red hair and eyes like summer leaves, a touch of innocence lingered in her sensuality. He focused on her breasts, feeling their weighty softness and the distinct rasp of hardened nipples.

  Awareness swelled within the link. Ryan battled the stimulation Aidan was transmitting, but his resistance had no effect on the arousal building within them both. Aidan only enhanced Ryan’s natural attraction to his mate. Despite his resistance, Ryan wanted the human, ached for her body and soul.

  Aidan stroked his cock, using the physical pleasure to reinforce his telepathic signal. They could not be allowed to form a soul bond. They were too damned powerful already. The woman was human. If they pursued her openly, she would run. And as soon as she ran he would have her!

  “Should I come back or would you like me to help?”