How to Resist Prince Charming

by Linda Kage

  If glares could kill, Braxton would’ve murdered his brother on the spot.

  Ty snickered, way too amused.

  Lifting his menu up so he couldn’t see the asswipe’s smug expression, Braxton turned to their mixed drink list, bypassing the lunch special.

  “I’m so sorry for the wait, gentleman,” a familiar voice spoke beside him, jarring him alert. “My name is Lenna, and I’ll be your server today. I promise to take excellent care of you. So can I start you two off with a drink or appetizer?”

  Disbelieving what he heard, Braxton slowly lowered his menu to look, because no way was she actually—

  Shit.

  Lenna had turned her attention to Tyler first for his reply. She looked adorable in her black pants, white blouse, and snug-fitting Renneys vest. The red bowtie snapped to her collar reminded him of a cherry topping his favorite dessert. And Braxton did love his dessert.

  Her mouth fell open as she met Tyler’s instantly enamored gaze. “Oh my God.” She jerked a startled step back. “You look just like—”

  Whipping her attention to Braxton, she gasped as their eyes met. When her order pad slid listlessly from her fingers and fell to the floor, he returned to reality.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, flinching at how harsh he sounded.

  She narrowed her eyes and straightened. “I’m working. What does it look like? What the hell are you doing here?”

  Braxton moaned and slapped his elbows onto the table so he could bury his face into his hands. “No, no, no. This is wrong. I distinctly remember your father saying you worked at the Rockford Lounge. Not Renneys.”

  With a heavy sigh, Lenna rolled her eyes. “I did. For a like a week. But I’ve been here since forever. My dad always gets the two places mixed up.”

  Closing his eyes, he shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I swear to God, I’m not stalking you. I had no idea you worked here.”

  “Hey,” Tyler cut in. “Little behind over here. What am I missing? You two know each other, obviously. So, why is it so awful to cross paths?”

  Braxton opened his eyes to scowl at his brother while Lenna blushed and quickly bent to retrieve her order pad.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, pushing a blond lock of hair behind her ear. “You must be Tyler. You look just like your brother. Except younger.”

  Ty’s mouth fell open. He turned to Braxton and whispered, “The goddess knows my name.”

  And Braxton was going to pop him in the jaw if he kept looking at the goddess as if he wanted her for the main course. “This is Lenna,” he introduced from between clenched teeth. When his brother stared blankly, he added, “Davenport.”

  Tyler’s eyes bugged. “Holy shit.” He looked back up at Lenna. “Wow. You know, I just saw your dad at the office when I picked Brax up for lunch. And he totally tried to marry you off to me. He gave us five years before wedding bells start ringing.” Grinning, he nodded. “I could totally dig that.”

  Lenna turned slowly toward Braxton. “Is he serious?”

  Braxton slumped deep into his chair and sighed. “Unfortunately.”

  She shook her head. “So…you didn’t tell your brother about us then?”

  “Us?” Tyler repeated, winging up his eyebrows. “What us? You mean…you-two us?”

  Ignoring him, Braxton squinted at her. “What exactly was I supposed to tell him?”

  She cringed. “Good point.”

  “Wait, wait, wait.” Tyler waved his hands and broke into the conversation. “Are you two…hooking up behind her dad’s back?”

  Braxton sighed and rubbed his forehead. “No.”

  “But we keep running into each other,” Lenna said, turning a pleading glance to Tyler as if she wanted him to solve her heartache. “And every time we do…”

  When her words trailed off, Braxton’s gaze met hers and a novel-full of emotions passed between them.

  “Yeah,” Tyler said. “I see now that you’re as crazy about him as he is about you.”

  Her eyes flared with surprise. “What makes you think he’s crazy about me?”

  Tyler rolled his eyes. “Let’s see. How did he word it. Oh, right. He said you were amazing, sweet, light-hearted, great sense of humor, fun to talk to, and so freaking gorgeous it made his mouth go dry just to look at you.”

  Lenna glanced at Braxton, her green eyes wide with surprise. Looking at her made his guts clench...and his mouth go dry.

  “Did you really say that about me?”

  He sighed. “I really hate my brother’s photographic memory sometimes.”

  When she smiled, however, her entire face brightened with pleasure. He was actually glad Tyler had remembered what he’d said, word for word. He loved her smile.

  “Oh, that’s it,” Ty announced. “You two totally have to hook up behind her dad’s back. There’s just no way around it.”

  Braxton guiltily jerked his gaze off the piece of forbidden fruit in front of him and scowled at his brother. “What are we? Thirteen? We’re not going to sneak around, you idiot.”

  Or were they?

  Lenna remained tactfully quiet, and kind of pale, while Tyler squawked, “I think you have to. No way can you publically date her right now. Not with Mr. Davenport hating on you the way he does. But no way can you ignore this attraction either, not after I watched you two stare at each other like you did.”

  Setting his hand over his heart, he gifted Lenna with a charming smile. “Being the romantic that I am, I’m willing to help you out once. But after that, you two kids are on your own. Got it?”

  Braxton frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Okay.” Tyler lifted his hands as if he had an idea to beat all ideas. “Brax and I will tell dear old dad we ran into Lenna at lunch and that she and I agreed to go out this Friday. That should appease him for a while and throw off the scent.”

  With a glance at Lenna, he winced. “Sadly our love affair won’t go happily ever after as your daddy planned. I’m just too immature for you. Or whatever. Bottom line, we were doomed to fail. Meanwhile, you’ll really being with big brother, getting your secret rendezvous on, while he tries to charm your dad back into his good graces, and voilà, once Tom loves him again, you guys can live your happily ever after.”

  Lenna and Braxton stared at him with equal expressions of perplexity before Braxton said, “The way your mind works is truly odd.”

  “But you two are still totally going to go with my plan, aren’t you?” Tyler sat back and grinned knowingly. “Because you just can’t resist each other.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Lenna couldn’t believe she was on a date with Braxton Farris. Even as he knocked on her door to pick her up, she kept telling herself to back out and put a stop to this crazy idea.

  They couldn’t date. Her dad hated him. And he could end her father’s career in a heartbeat if anything bad happened between them.

  But when she opened the door to tell him she’d changed her mind, she took one look into his anxious blue eyes, and her resolve slipped. He looked as uncertain, guilty, and totally excited as she felt.

  Then his lips curved with reticent amusement. “Hello, my name is…” with a roll of his eyes, he muttered, “Tyler. Are you ready for our first date?”

  Oh, boy, was she?

  So, here they were. On their first official date, while her dad thought she was off with his brother.

  “I hope you like Italian,” he asked as he pulled to a stop in front of one of the nicest restaurants in town.

  Lenna’s eyes widened as she glanced out his Land Rover’s passenger side window. Dear Lord, he’d taken her to Georgina’s. Georgina’s put a place like Renneys to shame.

  Still gaping, she was startled to realize a valet driver had come forward to open her door for her. She blinked at the man. Whoa, this place even had valet service. By the time she shook herself back to the present and exited the vehicle, Braxton had already come around to her side. He grinned
at her and took her hand to escort her to the front door.

  “Oh, Braxton,” she murmured, moving bashfully closer, afraid to let him know how intimidated she’d grown. Chunky heels, a jean skirt, and sleeveless Lycra top might've been a great outfit for some tucked-away pizza parlor, but it certainly wasn’t the outfit she would’ve chosen for a place like Georgina’s. “You shouldn’t have.”

  His fingers tightened around hers. “I wanted to.”

  She couldn't stop gawking. Inside the expansive foyer, a two-story waterfall trickled into a fountain with plants and vegetation blooming around the base.

  Further into the restaurant, a violinist serenaded a table for two. The décor of Old Italy abounded with arches and stone molding at each turn. Lenna once again felt like a princess.

  Glancing at her Prince Charming, she caught him watching her. She blushed and looked away, remembering their night together last weekend... which, in turn, reminded her of her pact she’d made with herself right before he’d picked her up: she would not to sleep with him tonight—no matter how amazing of a restaurant he brought her to.

  A waiter came and took their drink orders, leaving them each with a menu. Hers didn’t have prices listed.

  Oh, God. She would not to sleep with him tonight. She would not to sleep with him tonight. she would not to sleep with him.

  Braxton glanced through his. “Do you know what you want?”

  “I don’t want to sleep with you tonight,” she blurted out, unable to contain her firm stand on the issue a moment longer.

  Braxton’s head came up. His surprised blue eyes landed on her, and he stared a moment before saying, “I don’t...I don’t think that was on the menu anyway.”

  Lenna blushed. “I’m sorry. It’s just that—oh, God.” She lifted her hands and pressed them against her hot cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just...I’ve never gone behind my dad’s back like this before, and it’s bothering me more than I thought it would.”

  The concern on his face made her bite the inside of her lip. “Do you want me to take you home?”

  “Hell no! I mean...” She wasn’t willing to go quite that far. She loved talking to Braxton, and being with him, and looking at him. But abstinence might help ease her guilty conscience to some degree. “I just don’t want to sleep with you.” She bit her lip and winced. “Okay?”

  Braxton bobbed his head. “O-Okay. I mean—” He glanced around blindly for a second. “You know that’s not why I brought you here, right? I wasn’t trying to make you feel obligated. I don’t expect you to fall into bed with me every time—I mean, sex isn’t...sure, it’s important but...” He floundered for a second before meeting her gaze. “I’m not certain what I’m trying to say,” he finally confessed.

  “Well...I hope you’re trying to say you’re willing to take this as slowly as I need us to.”

  “Of course I am,” he agreed. He reached across the table for her hand. She willingly gave it to him. His warm fingers latched onto hers with the added bonus of swift reassurance.

  “Lenna,” he started, “I don’t want to push you into anything. We can go at a turtle’s pace if that’s what you need. For now, I am more than satisfied just to be in your presence.”

  Lenna’s chest filled with glee. “Thank you.” She blew out a relieved breath. “That’s exactly how I feel too.”

  Ready to enjoy the rest of her evening, she pulled her hand away and focused on her menu. The relief that filled her was so tangible she could almost taste it...reminding her she was in the nicest restaurant in town.

  “Ooo,” she chirped in delight. “The ravioli looks good.”

  But when she grinned at Braxton, he looked like in was in pain.

  “Not to be a guy or anything.” He cringed. “But, umm, this will eventually lead to—” He broke off, his face filling with embarrassed color. “Well, you’re not saying you never want sex in this relationship, or whatever this is that we’re doing. Are you?”

  Actually, yeah, she had been trying to say that. Merely befriending her dad’s boss has to be less of a betrayal than starting a hot, torrid affair with him. But something strange happened whenever she was in this man’s presence. He must have a spell over her, because she was powerless against him. She couldn’t stop looking at him, smiling at him, or denying him anything.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I mean, no, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m sure someday we can...” Her words trailed off as their server showed up with their drinks.

  Braxton, however, didn’t need her to continue. He’d already caught the gist of her answer. He looked relieved and grinned up at the waiter as if the man were his best friend.

  After that little discussion, dinner progressed nicely. Relieved she’d gotten their sex talk out of the way and it hadn’t ended in a fight or tense silence, Lenna relaxed.

  When their food arrived, she took a bite before grinning across the table at him. “How’s work?” she asked.

  He lifted his eyes from his lasagna, looking startled. “Uh, it’s fine.” Then his gaze turned suspicious. “Why?”

  Lenna rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. I was trying to make conversation.”

  His shoulders relaxed. “Oh. Sorry.” Pink tinged the tops of his cheeks, making him look adorable. He cleared his throat. “Work is good,” he started again. “Actually, I’m thinking about expanding the enterprise.”

  Her eyebrows lifted. “Really? How so?”

  His eyes brightened, making them bluer than she’d ever seen them before. She watched his face grow animated as he spoke about turning Farris Industries into an international provider, and the strangest thing happened to her. She’d just told him she didn’t want to sleep with him, and he’d agreed to keep his hands off her. But his easy agreement only seemed to make the temptation stronger. She wanted to touch, nibble, and lick.

  She kept remembering what he looked like with his shirt off. Little flashbacks of their night together in her apartment plagued her. She couldn’t help but recall the silken, wet pleasure of his mouth on her flesh. The snug thickness of him inside her. It made her skin tingle in every little place he’d kissed her. Whenever he lifted his glass to take a drink, her gaze fell to his hand. She shivered, knowing exactly what those long, talented fingers could do.

  Lenna grew aroused just sitting across from him. As he changed the subject and asked about her job hunt, sounding interested and concerned about her having no prospects, she squirmed in her chair, wanting to climb across the table and into his lap to straddle his thighs.

  When they stood to leave, he set his palm on the small of her back to usher her out. His touch shot a zing straight to her loins. She couldn’t meet his gaze as she walked stiffly beside him.

  She could barely breathe when they shut themselves alone inside his Land Rover. God, she just wanted to take him right there. And what was worse, he didn’t seem afflicted by the same unsettling attraction. At all!

  He put the automobile into drive and glanced over. “Want to go dancing or something?” he asked, as if he were blissfully unaware how wild her hormones were currently raging.

  “No,” she answered honestly.

  Lord, she couldn’t dance with him. She couldn’t get that close, with her body sliding against his and her hands on—

  She shivered.

  Heck, no. Dancing was out of the question.

  “So you want me to take you home?” he guessed, sounding depressed about that possibility.

  Lenna’s shoulders slumped. “No, not really,” she admitted.

  But where could they possibly go? If they went to her small, cramped apartment, they’d end up in bed. Thinking his place had to be larger with plenty of space for her to keep a safe distance away and yet still be with him, she said, “Why don’t you show me where you live?”

  He swiveled his head to gape at her. “Um...yeah. Sure, we could do that. If that’s what you want.”

  She nodded, and he pulled away from the curb.
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br />   When they parked in front of a fancy brownstone condo, Lenna leaned forward and looked out her window. “Wow, this is nice.”

  Braxton was suspiciously quiet. He pocketed his keys and walked her to the entrance. Once he had the door open, he quickly reached around the corner to turn on a light. Then he stepped back to let her precede him inside.

  Shoving his hands into his pockets, Braxton followed her around to the different rooms as she gave herself a tour.

  “Whoa,” was all she could think say. His home was amazing. “It’s...huge. And really clean”

  Braxton shrugged. “I use a cleaning service.”

  Lenna nodded and continued strolling. When she entered a room that was obviously his bedroom, she jerked to a stop in the doorway and backed out.

  Dangerous territory.

  Braxton sent her a small, knowing smile. Blushing, she hurried down the hall away from any glimpse of a bed.

  The last room they found themselves in was the kitchen. Yes, good. Kitchens were nice, nonsexual rooms. Lenna folded her hands at her waist and took in the top-of-the-line appliances surrounding her.

  Wow. This was one fancy kitchen. Everything was made of chrome and so sleekly polished, she could see her reflection staring back at her a hundredfold.

  She wondered how much he actually cooked.

  Stopping in front of one rather large appliance, Lenna cocked her head to the side and tried to figure out what exactly the stainless steel object was. It looked like a huge, overrated coffee machine.

  “Um...” She glanced at Braxton, who leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and watched her with his hands in his pockets. “What is this thing?”

  His cheeks brightened. Pushing off the doorway and edging closer, he examined the object as well. “It’s, uh...” He paused to scratch at the back of his neck. “It’s a latte maker espresso machine,” he finally answered.

  “Oh.” Lenna nodded, feeling like an unrefined moron. “Of course.”

  Braxton continued to look uneasy.

  “So do you make lots of lattes?” she asked, eyeing the machine. He didn’t look like an espresso enthusiast to her. She would’ve guessed him for a regular coffee drinker.