Page 19 of Vengeful Seduction
Whoa.
I wasn’t there to fall for her charms. What did it matter what she smelled like?
“Come on,” she said, and she even supported my weight better than I would have expected. I outweighed her, but she was strong. Of course, she was a nurse, so that was hardly surprising.
“I’m such an idiot,” I moaned, and it was actually pretty easy to put sadness and regret into my voice. I felt them. Part of why I was so determined to bring Kaye to justice was because I hated how she had taken advantage of my grandfather. The money was only part of it, but not the biggest part.
I hadn’t served my grandfather well in life so I would serve him now.
“No, you’re not.” Kaye helped me to the couch and eased me down gently onto it. “Please don’t say things like that, David. You’ve made mistakes, but we all have.”
I knew it. I knew that for her Mary Sunshine act to work, she was going to have to comfort me. I had to applaud her, though. She belonged in Hollywood, because even though I knew her game, I was hard pressed to find any signs of insincerity.
“I wish I had him back,” I whispered, and it was true. So very true that it was no problem to put sadness into my voice.
“David, I’m so sorry.” Kaye leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. The softness of her full breasts pressed sweetly against my arm, and I felt a throbbing heat start to build through my body, focused on my cock and balls.
Oh, she was good. She made me want her just by hugging me. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this was all completely sincere. It really seemed like all she was doing was comforting me, but the way her gorgeous, soft tits pushed against me couldn’t be accidental.
Well, I had come to deepen the relationship between us, right? So why not ‘let’ her seduce me? It would give her a sense of power. Normally that would irritate me—I wanted to be the one in control of things, always. But for my purposes, I’d allow her to think she had the upper hand.
Letting a gorgeous woman try to get me into bed was a sacrifice I could willingly make.
So I did the only logical thing. I wrapped my arm around her slender waist, tugged her into my lap, and kissed her.
For just a second her lips parted, and I tasted not only her sweetness but also victory. I’d won. She doubtless felt like she was the one who had trapped me, but it was the other way around.
Then I realized something. She was pulling away, her jade eyes wide and her hand rising to cover her lips as though protecting them. She hadn’t kissed me back. The way her pretty lips had parted, it was entirely because of her surprise.
The whole thing was over in half a second. Maybe less.
“What’s wrong?” I slurred, glad that I’d thought to act drunk. It was all about the deniability. I could so easily say I had only been acting this way because of the booze. It had also made her feel sorry for me, so it was a good plan all around.
Kaye still had the slender, beautiful fingers of her own hand pressed against her full lips.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you think that …I don’t do that.”
I frowned a little bit. That reaction wasn’t what I had expected. I’d thought she would be eager for it—that she would see it as a way to further ensnare me.
Could it be an act?
I looked at her thoughtfully, only barely remembering to keep my own drunk act in place.
“What do you mean? You don’t do what?”
I had to be misunderstanding her. How else did she always get what she wanted, if not by using that gorgeous body of hers? I stared at her and watched as she bit her full lower lip, worrying at it with even, white teeth.
How was it that even her damn teeth were beautiful? How was that even possible?
“I don’t …I’ve never …” She struggled with the words a little, and I watched with dawning understanding, and, yes, surprise. I already knew she was a good actor, but she wasn’t faking this. I was sure of it.
I made her say it. I am and have always been at least a little bit of a sadist, and even though I was fairly sure what she was going to say, I still wanted to hear the words, to see the blush on her cheeks, and to watch the way she worried at her lips.
It was so damn sexy, it should be illegal. Not that I was being drawn in, because I wasn’t.
I wasn’t, damn it.
“I won’t have sex with you.”
