Page 6 of Indecent Secrets

I’d seen the way those other men had reacted to me on a sexual level. God, these men were so fucking spoiled. Not a single one of them understood what it was to properly dominate a woman. They’d had everything handed to them, and so they actually wanted the woman to do all the work and dominate them instead, like some kind of penance for all the money they sat on.

Jack Lawton was probably desperate for someone to help him feel… like a good boy. And I could do that. I wouldn’t have fun with it because, well, I liked to be the good girl. But I would do whatever it took to seduce this guy and get him to do as I told him to when it came to his company.

It was nice, at least, to flex my intelligence. I could feel his sharp gaze assessing me, like he was trying to figure out if I was a threat or not. I didn’t want him to think I was some kind of gold digger. My desires were more nuanced than that. I wasn’t after his money; I was after the total destruction of his company. It was the principle of the thing.

“Yes,” Jack said in response to my latest jab. “This is brand-new territory for me and I’m just glad that everyone’s been so kind to offer their help.”

“I suppose it would be gauche of me not to do the same, then,” I said, infusing my tone with a bit of reluctance so that I didn’t end up sounding pathetically eager. “While your company is much bigger than what I usually deal with I’m used to handling brand-new CEOs. I can always offer my consultation services to help you navigate this new area.”

“Well, you’re the one who said philosophy and economics are so similar. Perhaps I can figure it all out on my own.”

I smiled at him. “You can certainly try.”

“Ye of little faith.”

“I’ve just met you,” I retorted. “I have no reason to have faith in you.”

One of the older men in our circle coughed uncomfortably, reminding me that we weren’t alone. He had probably never heard someone like me speak to someone like Jack Lawton in this way. But Jack just smirked at me, like he was pleased with me and our playful interaction.

I looked up at him through my lashes. “But I’m sure that you’re about to prove to me and all of us that you’re more than capable of running this company. I can’t wait to see the exciting changes you bring to it.”

That, I felt, was enough to hint to him that the company was in need of changing. I hadn’t been so blunt as some of the people in our previous conversation. Apparently the former Lawton had been set in his ways. Yeah, set in destroying all remaining natural forest in the goddamn continental United States and kicking people out of their homes to boot.

But Jack Lawton wasn’t going to listen to people who were blunt. Few men did. He was going to listen to someone who would challenge him but not outright state all the things he was doing wrong. Someone who could be playful about it. And I was sure that showing myself off in his dress helped.

I decided to leave him wanting more and left again, looking for Merilee. I could feel Jack watching me as I walked away and I had to hide a smirk. Yeah, I’d got him. I was smarter than any of the other people he was talking to, that was certain. And I’d positioned myself as an expert but an outsider, which would make me interesting.

Now I just had to wait for him to find me.

It took an hour, and I was just about ready to hide out in the bathroom to avoid one more asshole old man trying to set me up as his kept mistress. But just when I was fake laughing at the owner of the house’s jokes about golf, I felt a warm hand wrap around my elbow.

“I’m so sorry,” Jack said, his voice low and warm as he smiled at my companion. “I’d just like to steal Leigh for a moment, if that’s all right?”

He tugged me away before he could even get a proper response out of the other man, guiding me lightly through the room.

“I see you’ve already got the inability to wait for an answer and just taking what you want thing down pat,” I noted. “You’ll fit in among all the rest of these rich people just fine.”

He arched a brow. “For someone who consults with rich people you don’t seem to have a lot of respect for them.”

“Everyone needs somebody to pop their bubble a bit. Keep their egos down. I do it while showing off a great rack so I get away with it. It’s ‘endearing’ and ‘quirky’,” I lied. “I help people to establish their businesses in a cutthroat world and I remind them to stay a little humble while I’m at it. People appreciate that as long as you do it the right way.”

He tipped his head inquisitively. “And yet you acknowledge that if you weren’t so beautiful you wouldn’t be able to get away with it.”

“Careful, that sounded like you think I’m beautiful.” I ignored the swirling in my stomach. There was no reason for me to get all fluttery, even if Jack was more handsome than I’d anticipated. “And they really do like me bursting their bubbles. I think it lets them think that they’re still the same common man as anyone else. Or…”

I leaned into him as he paused in his walk and made my voice lower, breathier, as I inserted an image in his mind. “Maybe they like a little… humiliation. A pretty woman telling them what to do.”

Jack stared at me, and I saw something cross his face—I wasn’t sure what, but I just knew it set my blood on fire. Then his eyes went a little wide, like the implications of what I’d said had only just hit him, and he swallowed hard.

Yeah, I got him. If he wanted a Domme, then I was the woman for the job.

Underneath the smart mind and the handsome face and all his bravado, Jack Lawton it seemed was the same as all the other men here. A pity, when it came to my libido. But good news when it came to wrapping him around my little finger and getting what I wanted.

“Leigh…” He started to speak, sounding a bit flustered, but suddenly another woman was there, her hand on his arm.

“Mr. Lawton!” she exclaimed. “There you are, I wondered where you’d disappeared to. I was able to ask and yes, if you want to, the megayacht is available for Sunday.”

The woman simpered at him, clearly hoping to get this guy alone on a boat all day. Nothing doing, sister. If anyone was going to honey trap this man it was me.

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