Deceitfully Yours Teaser
Chapter One
Kylie
The lights are dim, soft jazz music drifts through the
restaurant, and the wine is exquisite. My date gently caresses my hand on the
tabletop with his fingertips as he gazes into my eyes. I smile innocently at
him and pretend to be flustered. The setting screams romance and love, but this
is far from that. This is my job, and he is my client, only he doesn’t know it.
He’s part of my plan, the victim in my next ploy. As much as he thinks I should
be concentrating on him, I can’t keep my gaze from wandering to the table a couple
of feet to his right. The man at that table is my real mark tonight.
Jude Baxter is not an ordinary man. He calls attention to
himself without even trying. His suit is over the top, like something a runway
model would wear. The jet-black, silky material clings to his body and shows
off the extraordinary contours of his physique. The gray shirt under his jacket
hangs loose, and enough buttons are open to make a V shape on the bottom and
display his crotch. I love a man with snuggly fitting pants. That’s a man who’s
not afraid to show off his greatest asset, and I’m his rapt audience.
Jude shifts his gaze toward me without stopping his
conversation with the man opposite him. He tilts his head slightly and lifts an
eyebrow. I’ll get what I want from him in no time at all. He’s already made
contact; now all I have to do is reel him in, then figure out how to get rid of
the guy sitting across from me. I can’t even remember his name at this point,
and it’s not necessary because I’ve caught the attention of the man who’s the
real reason I’m here tonight.
“Would you like dessert, Kylie?”
“Huh?” I ask as I bring my attention back to my “date.”
“Dessert?” he repeats.
“No…no, thanks.” I glance back at the other table, and he’s
now leaning back in his chair, making no effort to pretend he isn’t staring at
me like I’m his next meal. His head is resting on his index finger and thumb,
like he’s contemplating a business deal. How
to get the blonde at table number three? He doesn’t realize I already have
him, and there are no negotiations necessary.
He smiles at me, and I shiver. That smile surprises me. Not
because of how good he looks when he smiles, but because I know that smile. I
perfected that smile. It’s the smile of a predator, and all of a sudden I feel
like the prey.
Another man walks up to his table and stops to speak to him,
breaking the silent moment of electricity that buzzed between us. The moment
his gaze strays from mine, my heart starts to pound. I recognize the new
addition to his table. I’ve never forgotten a client, and I know which ones to
avoid, and I need to avoid Raul. I decided a while ago to call them clients. It helped me deny what I was
doing, made me feel less guilty.
“Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom,” I mutter as I
gather my bag and rush to the back of the restaurant. The restroom is as posh
and stuffy as the rest of this place. I drop down on the plush lounger and try
to figure out how I’m going to get out of here without Raul seeing me.
Raul was my in to a
bigger fish. I needed to get an in to a very important man’s apartment, and
Raul was his chauffeur and butler. He had the kind of access I needed. So I
seduced and talked him into letting me into his boss’s home. Once I was in,
everything else was easy. Raul was passed out, and I was leaving the apartment
with the files I needed in less than half an hour. After that night I cut all
contact and haven’t seen him since.
“Shit,” I grumble as I get up and walk to the mirror. I take
my time fluffing my blonde hair and touching up my makeup. After a few minutes
of unnecessary grooming, I’m brave enough to venture out of the restroom and
hopefully slip from the restaurant unnoticed. The hallway appears to be empty
as I step out, but I realize I’m wrong when someone pulls my arm and drags me around
the corner. The dark corridor leads to an emergency exit. My assailant slams my
back against the wall, then presses his thick arm against my neck.
“Kylie.” Raul smiles at me like he’s searched for me for the
past year and finally hit gold. “Still up to the same tricks?”
I shake my head, wrap my fingers around his forearm, and attempt
to push him away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Raul.”
“You disappeared on me. You slipped something into my drink
and—”
“No, I didn’t.
“Shut up, you lying bitch.” He presses his arm against my
neck until I’m gasping for breath. “The last thing I remember is you stripping
down to your underwear, then giving me that drink.” He shakes his head as
though he can’t believe he got taken by me. “What’s your scheme?”
“I don’t have a scheme. You passed out drunk, so I left,”
He moves in until his body is pressed against mine. “You
walk around like your pussy is gold. Dangling it in front of men’s faces but
never letting anyone close enough to taste it. Does your date know you’re a
dick tease?” He seethes at me, his eyes wild with rage. He digs his other hand
into my thigh at the hem of my skirt, then yanks my leg around his waist, and
grinds his erection against me. The pressure on my throat prevents me from
screaming for help. I push and shove at him, but my one hundred twenty pound
body is no match for his six foot, two hundred fifty pound frame.
“I woke up that morning to you gone and my boss hovering
over me. You cost me my job. Maybe I’ll get payback between these sexy thighs.”
He smiles at me as he inches his fingers higher.
“Please,” I strain to say.
“What’s that?” He puts his ear near my mouth and slightly
loosens his hold on my neck.
“Please,” I beg.
He looks into my eyes and cocks his head to the side.
“Please what? I almost don’t recognize you when you beg. What happened to the
hardcore player who drugged me? You had to have a reason for doing that. What
did you take?”
“I didn’t take anything. Did your boss find something missing?”
I ask, knowing there’s no way he’d have known I took anything. I copied all the
files and put everything back in its place. “Please, Raul.”
He chuckles then whispers into my ear, “Is this game not fun
for you? Or maybe you’re begging me to fuck you.”
He grazes the shell of my ear with his tongue, and I whisper,
“Fuck you.”
“No, you’re the one getting fucked this time.” He moves his
hand off my thigh, and I can feel him fumbling with his belt. I close my eyes,
but that only enhances the smell of alcohol on his breath and the cigarette
smoke lingering on his clothes. I knew coming here tonight was a bad idea, but
I couldn’t get out of it.
I haven’t actually slept with a man in three years, and this
is not the way I imagined it happening again. My heart is pounding so fast I
can hear it echoing in my ear. Moisture pools in my eyes as his arm presses
harder into my neck. Just as the edges of reality blur, I hear my savior.
“Let her go, Raul,” he says. His voice is rich with a soft
gravelly tone. It’s also intimidating and direct. I open my eyes and watch him
stop beside Raul and raise both his eyebrows, challenging Raul to question his
command.
Raul loosens the hold he has on my neck. “This is personal, Mr.
Baxter. She drugged me and left me—”
“Why would I do that,” I snap, all of a sudden feeling a lot
braver with someone else around. “You’re just a glorified chauffeur. What could
I gain from drugging you?” His forearm presses back into my neck, and he growls
at me.
“Raul.” With that one word Raul steps away but doesn’t stop
glaring at me. I turn from him and finally get a look at the beautiful man from
earlier. I knew he would look even better up close, but my God, he's unreal.
His dark hair is short and straight, but he somehow mussed it up on top to give
it volume. It would take me an hour to get my hair to look so good, but I bet
he rolled out of bed looking that way.
His eyes are a dark, sinful chocolate, and a light dusting
of five o'clock shadow covers his perfectly chiseled jaw. Under the beard is
probably his only imperfection. A small scar runs from under the right side of
his chin and ends under his lip. His beard is not thick enough to cover the
scar, but it distracts attention from the jaggedly healed cut. If anything, the
scar enhances his looks. It gives him a dangerous flare, and it matches the
fierce look in his eyes.
“Go get the car, Raul,” he says without moving his eyes from
me. Raul grumbles as he walks down the hallway and leaves us alone.
His gaze runs over my body like he’s taking in something he
just made a bid on. “You’re a troublemaker,” he declares.
“No, Raul is a liar.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it. You look like the type of woman who makes
men lose common sense.”
“You don’t know me.”
“You’re right.” He puts his hands in his pockets and a
concerned look crosses his face. “Are you all right?”
I run a hand through my hair and stand up from my slumped
position on the wall. “I’m fine. Thanks for that.”
He shrugs his shoulder and turns away from me. “Stay out of
trouble,” he says before striding down the hallway.
This is not how I intended this night to go. Things got
really crazy; now all I want to do is go home. I stop at the table, make a
quick excuse, and escape a date that is no longer necessary.
Deceitfully Yours...Available August 29th on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, and Smashwords.
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