Page 7 of Indecent Secrets

“I’m so glad to hear it’s a megayacht,” Jack said dryly. “If it was a superyacht I’d have to pass.”

My mouth dropped open and I found myself nearly choking on my own spit as I tried to stifle my wheeze of laughter. Jack glanced at me, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Oh, of course,” the woman said, not missing a beat. Her eyes looked a little confused, the space between her brows wrinkling slightly as she tried to figure out why he’d say that. “I’m so glad to hear it.”

She was being toyed with, and the poor woman had no idea. I wondered how many other women he’d toyed with in this same way.

I had to admit it was an amusing thought. I’d like to see more of it, if only for my own entertainment.

“We’ll talk to arrange things later,” Jack assured the woman. “I’m just finishing up a talk with my consultant.”

“Consultant?” The woman looked at me—and then glanced down at my tight dress and curves, a sour look appearing on her face.

“Hi.” I smiled sweetly and held out my hand. “I’m Leigh. I help people with their tech startups make it to the big leagues. Mr. Lawton here is a little new to the whole business world so he’s asked me to help give him advice on navigating things so he doesn’t make some kind of misstep. He wants so badly to be a good and confident leader. I find that admirable, don’t you?”

“Of course,” the woman stammered, shaking my hand. “I’m so glad to hear that you’re such a go-getter, Mr. Lawton. It takes a real man to know when to ask for advice, and from a woman, too. You know so many men can’t stand the idea of being under a woman!”

“That’s a real pity for them,” Jack said, still in that deadpan tone. “It’s one of my favorite positions.”

It was a good thing I wasn’t drinking anything or I’d have spewed it everywhere. I couldn’t help but appreciate this man’s dry humor.

“We’ll catch up later,” Jack repeated, patting the woman on the arm. He then steered me away before she could say anything else to prolong the conversation.

“I was hoping you’d like to come back to my place with me,” he said, his voice low and warm in my ear. His hand moved down to my waist and I shivered. “So we can discuss you consulting for me.”

Why, why did this man have to be some submissive rich asshole? Why couldn’t he be some hot dominating hookup I met at a bar who knew how to tie me up and make me beg for mercy?

“Of course,” I purred out loud. “I’d love to give you some… instructions.”

Well, even if I wasn’t really going to get any real pleasure out of this, at least my plan was a success. Now I just had to find a way to keep him wanting more after the first night of sex—and a way to get him to listen to my business ideas and not just my bedroom ones.

Chapter 5

Bryce

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I had to give it to Leigh, she was working an angle that most of the other women wouldn’t have dared to try.

It was a risky one, too. She was gambling on the idea that Jack Lawton would be submissive in bed and in need of guidance in how to carry himself in the boardroom. It was a strategy that was definitely working on the men around her. All of them were drooling over her like they were dogs and she was a juicy steak.

Their behavior irritated me. Not one of those men appreciated her brains. She was the only woman in the damn party who had recognized my dry humor and jabs for what they were and she’d held her own when I’d gotten a bit hostile. She’d never backed down and she hadn’t cared that she’d made everyone around us uncomfortable with her conversational faux pas.

None of these men wanted her for her smarts. If they even recognized them, then they hated them. They wanted to take her down a peg.

That was no way to treat a creature like Leigh.

All of the other women I’d dealt with had been easily scared off or dismissed by me, so I suspected that none of them were involved in anything suspicious. Just the usual gold-digging. Actual con artists or anyone trying to cover up a murder would be more persistent. And clever.

Which just left Leigh.

She was clever, all right, and she knew when to leave a man wanting more. She was also a showstopper in that outfit. She wanted to draw attention to herself.

Was she also looking to score a rich boyfriend? Or something more?

Sleeping with her was probably crossing a line, but I didn’t give a damn. This was an interesting case for sure, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to find a way to give myself little perks. My favorite little perk? Sleeping with whatever beautiful woman I came across while in the line of duty, and Leigh definitely fit that bill. She was my type to a ‘t’ and had brains on top of it.

I had to admit that part of the allure for sleeping with her was going to be how it played out. Leigh clearly thought that she was going to be dominating some submissive guy who wanted to be put in his place. That she would be ‘Mistress’ for the evening.

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