Page 60 of Tempt Me

I thought of Luke Stone sleeping on the fifth floor, and as I remembered how wonderfully polished he looked in his designer suit, I wondered what the hell I’d wear to meet him. A man like that probably judged people by their clothing.

The reception bell dinged, and I raced back inside.

My boss arrived to take over from me at six forty-five, and the moment I returned to my room, I went to my room and shuffled through my wardrobe, searching for a suitable outfit for Luke Stone.

My knee-high boots caught my eye, and I tugged them out. The black leather was soft and silky beneath my touch. Pulling them on, I zipped up the back, and then, on a whim, I stripped naked and glanced in the mirror. My attention was drawn to my lopsided boobs, and I adjusted my shoulders so they were even. Now, my shoulders were crooked, and I shuffled them back.

My choice was crooked shoulders or wonky boobs. I couldn’t decide which was better.

Would Luke find this sexy?Only one way to find out.

I matched the boots with a simple cotton navy and floral dress with a plunging neckline and narrow waist. The hemline stopped midway up my thigh, which was perfect for showing off my boots. My outfit wasn’t exceptional, but it was cute. It was also the best I could do at such short notice.

After a shower, I fiddled with my makeup over and over. It was ridiculous pressure going to a man who dressed better than I did.

Maybe he’d just laugh at me when he opened the door.

I blinked at myself in the mirror. So far this year, none of the men had rejected me, and I had no idea what I’d do if they did. Probably return to my room and cry, or masturbate, depending on the mood that gripped me.

Today’s wig choice was the fiery red one. Luke would probably recognize a wig when he saw one, so I might as well go with the bold one.

With the finishing touches in place, I glanced in the mirror. I forced a smile, grabbed my black Chanel bag with the gold trimmings, and headed for the door.

My stomach fluttered as I rode the elevator up to his floor and walked to his room. It wasn’t until I had nearly arrived that I acknowledged the annoying knots that had formed in my stomach. I was actually nervous about what Luke thought of my appearance. I wanted to slap myself. The man didn’t know me, so why did I care whether or not he approved of my outfit? With that silliness sorted out, I knocked on his door.

I plumped up my boobs in my bra as I waited. Time passed as I contemplated whether he was asleep in the shower or maybe gone out. I knocked one more time.

“Coming.” His tone seemed a little angry, and I regretted knocking again.

As I waited in the silent hall, I considered turning around. I decided I’d count to ten, and if he didn’t show up, I’d go. I got to six when the door opened.

Luke Stone was no longer the fashion designer who was dressed in fancy clothes. He commanded attention in a heap of other ways. His skimpy boxer shorts allowed me a full view of a body that was a work of art. He was covered in tattoos, bulging with muscles, and looked utterly perfect, except for one thing . . . his left leg was missing below the knee.

“Can I help you?” he said.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I, um.” Words failed to cross my lips, and I wanted to run for the elevator.

“Are you okay?”

The way he said it, with obvious concern for my welfare, was the bitch-slap I needed.

“I was wondering if you could help me.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

I shrugged one shoulder, trying to look all cute. “I’m a little horny,” I said in my now well-practiced speech. “And I don’t like to be alone.”

His eyes bulged, and he blinked at me. “Is this a joke?” He peered up the hallway.

“No. Would you like some company?”

He cleared his throat and seemed to have trouble speaking.

It was time for Memphis to take over. “May I come in?”

Without a word, he edged aside, and I waltzed into the room, placed my bag over the back of his dining chair, and turned to him as the door was closing.

Luke may only have one and a half legs, but the rest of his body made up for it. Whatever he did for exercise worked just fine.

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