Page 6 of Square Deal

I pulled the garter out of my suit pocket and slipped it around her slim wrist, doubling it over, so it was snug. “Trust me,” I soothed as I tucked a short strand of brown hair behind her ear. “I’ll show you a good time.”

She pulled away from me and put her hands out as if sheexpected me to pounce. I wasn’t going to. Not yet.Not until she begged me to.

I waited patiently as she made a beeline for the DJ and gave him marching orders.

There was something about Hell Yes Ma’am that intrigued me. She had a killer body, supermodel face, and her sense of style could intimidate a man in the boardroomandbedroom.

No doubt about it—she was a fucking knockout.

She had the sex kitten thing going on that meant she didn’t have to show all kinds of skin to be sensual.

She was wearing a modest blouse that showed no cleavage and a pencil skirt that ended well past her knees, and I was drooling like a dog. She was classy and put together—pearls and all.

Hell Yes Ma'am had the composure of a pageant queen, but was vicious like a rattlesnake.

When was the last time I fucked a southern belle?I only had one day left in North Carolina. An orgasm or two would help me clear my mind before flying off to close an important deal.

From across the ballroom, Hannah Jane glared at me before turning to say something to Maddie and Luca. My eyes roamed up the back of those tan calves to the slit that ran up the back of her skirt. She had short hair that stopped below her chin. I imagined what it would feel like to tangle my fingers in those strands as I fucked her hard.

If I was going to get laid, it had to be tonight. And it had to beher.

The DJ announced that Maddie and Luca would be leaving for their honeymoon in a few minutes. As the crowd of wedding guests made their way outside to see them off, I put my plan in motion.

People liked to comment on my personal life. Or what they saw of it, at least.

I was the spoiled rich kid who inherited a real estate fortune. Iwas the stereotypical troublemaking heir.Partying hard before I even hit puberty. Shipped off to boarding school to reform my behavior.

I was an Ivy League shoo-in thanks to my name, not because I had earned it.

There were a few run-ins with the law because of my dalliance, which an attorney swept under the rug and sealed after some hefty payoffs.

I had two choices when I graduated with my MBA and slid into a corner office. I could either clean up my act and be the next generation of Lawsons to add a zero to our family fortune, or I could live high on the hog and have a good life.

So, I chose both.

The tabloids like to report on the clubs I did shots at, what flavor of the week was on my arm, or what lavish vacation I was jetting off to. What they didn’t see were the deals I closed in the VIP rooms of those clubs. The revolving door of women in my life? Necessary, both for appearances and for keeping my blood pressure from skyrocketing. Those international vacations? Expanding the firm’s territory.

I couldn’t take credit for it, though.

My junior year of undergrad included a failed exam and a slew of bad press. It was rough. My marketing professor took notice and demanded that I stop by for office hours.

She explained how I could use my reputation to my advantage rather than waste my time fighting it. That changed my whole perspective.

I had been winning ever since. I saw everything as a potential business deal. Everybody was somebody worth knowing. Life was constant negotiation, and I was always willing to throw my hat in the ring.

The price of that was the constant stress. Luca noticed it sometimes, but I tried not to let it show. He didn’t question it when I hada drink in my hand before lunch or a woman zipping up her dress and trying to fix her just-been-fucked hair between meetings.

The door closed quietly behind me as I snuck into Hannah’s office.

I had to give it to Hell Yes Ma’am. She had meticulously organized her office. Not that I expected any less from the drill sergeant of matrimony.

I respected someone who did their job well. Maddie and Luca’s wedding was fantastic, and I had a feeling that most of it was Hannah’s doing. Hell—Luca told me that on more than one occasion, Maddie threatened to cancel the wedding altogether and drag him down to the courthouse for a quickie ceremony to get it over with.

Her desk was clean, except for a few sticky notes with reminders for upcoming weddings.Perfect cursive handwriting, because of course.

A garment bag hanging from a coat rack in the corner caught my attention. I unzipped it and stole a peek. Hannah had stashed away an outfit that was identical to the one she was wearing tonight. The only difference was a pair of flat shoes on the floor rather than the high heels she was currently wearing.

I leaned back in her chair and propped my feet up on the desk and closed my eyes. After a while, I glanced at my watch. It was nearing midnight. I had been waiting in Hannah’s office for close to two hours after the wedding ended, but I wasn’t giving up yet.

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