Текст книги "The Seduction of Alex Parker"

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Chapter 8

Alex

After finishing dinner and our business discussion, I escorted Greyson to the door, but not before he kissed Emerson on the cheek and thanked her for an enjoyable dinner. I didn’t like the way he’d been staring at her. When he left, I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she put away the rest of the dishes.

“So you studied cooking in Tuscany?”

“Yep,” she replied as she placed the plates in the cupboard.

“Why did you leave?”

“It was time to.”

“Would you care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

She turned and looked at me as I sat down at the island with my hands folded on the granite countertop.

“Nope.” She gave a small smile.

“Did you leave another broken heart behind?” I smirked.

“Maybe.” She turned and reached up in the cupboard to put away the glasses.

There was a piece of plastic sitting on the counter, so I grabbed it and threw it in the trashcan. When I opened the lid, I noticed several red rose petals in the garbage.

“What are those?” I asked as I pointed to them.

She walked over and looked down into the garbage.

“Looks like rose petals. Strange. I wonder where they came from.”

I cocked my head and glared at her. She knew damn well where they came from.

“Don’t lie to me, Emerson. I don’t like liars and I won’t tolerate being lied to.”

She rolled her eyes and put her hands up.

“Fine. You want the embarrassing truth? I thought your dinner guest was your girlfriend and I lit some candles and spread rose petals across the table to make the dinner more romantic. But when you walked in with Greyson, I freaked out and hurried and cleared the candles and the rose petals from the table. How would that have looked, having dinner with another man with candlelight and rose petals staring you in the face?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “First of all, I don’t have a girlfriend and second of all, even if I did, she would have known something was wrong because I don’t do candlelight dinners or rose petals.”

Her left eye narrowed as she stared at me. “Why don’t you do candlelight dinners or rose petals?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not that romantic of a guy.”

She shrugged and turned away. Turning back around, she narrowed her eye again. “If you don’t have a girlfriend, who was that woman you were having lunch with the other day?”

“A casual friend whom I date on occasion.”

Her eyes still narrowing at me, she spoke, “Ah, a friends-with-benefits type of woman. I gotcha.”

“Friends with benefits?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah. You know. A person who you call a friend and have casual sex with. No strings, no commitments. Just sex, sex, and more sex when you want it.”

She needed to stop saying the word “sex” because my cock was twitching uncontrollably and starting to get hard. The way the word “sex” rolled off her tongue turned me on. All I could picture was her bent over the island with her beautiful ass in the air while my cock was thrusting in and out of her, and her begging me to go deeper and faster. Shit. I needed to stop.

“Then I guess I have a lot of friends with benefits.” I smiled.

“Good for you, Parker.” She winked.

“How about you? Do you have any friends with benefits around the world?”

“I tried, but they always wanted more. It gets annoying after a while.”

“I can relate,” I spoke. “Well, I’m off to bed. Sleep tight.”

“Breakfast will be on the table at 7:30 sharp. Don’t you dare be a minute late or you can consider breakfast over.”

I walked away, shaking my head with a small smile on my face. I found this woman more fascinating every day and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her beautiful, plump lips.

****

Emerson

At precisely 7:25 a.m., Alex walked into the kitchen, yelling at someone on the phone.

“Fuck that. If those plans aren’t on my desk by the time I get into the office, you’re fired. Do you understand? This is a multi-million-dollar deal and I won’t lose it because you and your staff decided to play instead of doing your job. You’ll all find yourselves out of jobs and I can guarantee that you’ll never work in this state again. Am I making myself clear?” Click.

I placed his omelet on the plate as he walked into the dining room and took a seat.

“What a way to start your day. Good morning.”

“Don’t get smart with me, Emerson. I’m in no mood.”

Was he serious? How the hell was I getting smart with him? I wanted to throw the plate at him and watch the omelet slide down and stain his expensive, but sexy as fuck, designer suit. Instead, I nicely set it down in front of him.

“Are you eating?” he asked with an attitude.

“I already ate. Enjoy your omelet.” I walked out of the dining room and back into the kitchen to clean up.

“Emerson, I need more coffee,” he yelled from the other room.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Jenna, who had just arrived at the house. I took the carafe from the cupboard and filled it with the rest of the coffee from the pot. Walking into the dining room, I set it on the table.

“There. Now you can pour your own coffee without having to yell for me to get it for you.”

“You better watch that attitude of yours, Miss James.”

I took a bow in front of him. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty. It’ll never happen again.” I walked away and heard him mumble.

As I entered the kitchen, Jenna was laughing.

“I can’t believe you just did that. Nobody speaks to Mr. Parker that way.”

“Why is everyone so afraid of him?” I asked as I sipped on my coffee.

“Because he’s Alex Parker. That’s why.”

“He’s a human being just like everyone else, and if he chooses to live life like an asshole, then that’s his problem. Life’s too short to live like that.”

“Are you going to be the one to tell him that?” she asked with a smile.

“If I have to, then yes.”

“Good luck. It was nice knowing you.” She lightly touched my arm and walked away.

I was starting to feel suffocated in this house and I needed to get out and do things. I was used to keeping busy. Coming and going as I pleased, and without a vehicle here in California, it was impossible. Phillip couldn’t be at my beck and call whenever I needed to go somewhere, so I had to find a solution to my problem. I grabbed my phone from the counter and dialed Adam.

“Hello, Emerson. How are things going?”

“I’m suffocating here and I need to borrow your car while you’re gone.”

There was silence on the other end.

“Hello. Did you hear me? Can I please borrow your car?”

Again, a moment of silence and then a sigh. “I guess. But you better be careful with it.”

“Thank you, Adam, and I promise I will be. Is it at your house?”

“Yep. It’s in the garage. The keys are in the drawer to the left of the stove. The contractors are there, working, so you should be able to get in. I can’t stress enough about my car, Em. You better take good care of it.”

“I will.”

“How’s it going with Alex?”

“He’s a pompous, uptight, pain in the ass.”

He snickered. “Sounds like Alex. Are you behaving yourself?”

“Of course. I’m on my best behavior in front of His Majesty.”

“God, Em. That right there tells me things aren’t going so well.”

“You worry too much. Go back to work and thanks for the car. I love you!” Click.

I sent a text message to Phillip.

“Can you drive me to my brother’s house, please?”

“When do you need to go?”

“As soon as possible.”

“I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you, Phillip.”

Chapter 9

Alex

In and out of meetings all day, dealing with ignorant people, a mess of problems, and thinking about Emerson left me exhausted. I wasn’t feeling well, so I decided to call it a night and go home. As Phillip pulled up to the house, I noticed Adam’s car in the driveway.

“Phillip, do you know why Adam’s car is here?”

“I drove Emerson to his house today to pick it up. She told me she’ll be driving herself around from now on.”

“I see.” I climbed out of the Bentley and told him to have a good night.

After I walked upstairs to my bedroom, I changed into my swimsuit and decided to go for a swim. Besides sex, a good swim always relieved some tension. As I stepped out onto the patio, I saw Emerson in the pool. I sighed because I wasn’t in any mood to deal with her tonight.

“Hey. You’re home early tonight.”

“Yeah. I just need to go for a swim before I do some work from home.”

She climbed out of the pool, looking as sexy as fuck. “It’s all yours.” She smiled.

“You didn’t have to get out.”

“It’s fine. I was done anyway. I’m just going to sit here and have some wine.”

After doing a couple of laps, I started to feel relaxed. I got out, dried myself off, and took a seat in the lounge chair next to Emerson.

“I saw Adam’s car in the driveway. Phillip told me he drove you to his house today to get it.”

“I need a car to get around. I have things to do and it’s too difficult to depend on Phillip to take me places.”

“Things?” I asked curiously.

“Life things.” She smiled.

I took in a deep breath and placed my hand on my head. I had a really bad headache and the only thing I could think about was going to bed and sleeping it off.

“Are you okay?” Emerson asked.

“I just have a really bad headache. I think it’s one of the worst ones I’ve ever had. I’m going to call it a night and go lie down.”

“Here, let me help you,” she spoke as she got up from her chair and stepped behind me, placing her hands on my head.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you a head massage with a special technique I learned in Thailand.”

She began rubbing my head, and instantly, I started to get hard. Shit. I rested my hands over my growing bulge.

“Thailand, eh?”

“Yes. Now be quiet, close your eyes, and relax.”

Easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one getting turned on and hard. I closed my eyes and did my best to relax. It was difficult with her hands on me. I’d had many massages and I’d never once become hard because of them. This was crazy and I was going to have to go and jack off once she was finished or I was going to have a serious case of blue balls.

The tips of her fingers massaged my temples in a way I’d never felt before. Her hands roamed from my temples to my forehead and then over my entire head, massaging in circles and pressing down with her thumbs. I was in heaven and it was taking everything I had in me not to turn around, grab her, and kiss that sassy mouth of hers.

“Tell me about Thailand,” I spoke, trying to get my cock to go down.

“It was beautiful.”

“How long were you there?”

“About six months. I learned this special massage technique from a healer there. I wasn’t feeling well and had collapsed outside of the hotel I was staying at. He and his wife were walking past and helped me. They took me to their home and I ended up staying with them as their guest until I left. He taught me various healing techniques and his wife and I cooked together. She taught me some things and I taught her things I learned in Tuscany. They were very nice people.”

“Why did you leave?”

“As beautiful as it was, my time there was up and I needed to move on. Now no more questions. I’m almost done.”

I took in a deep breath as she continued to work her magic on my headache. How in the world could she have traveled so much at her age, and not to mention the fact that she traveled alone, which was unsafe and dangerous for a young woman.

She removed her hands from my head and gripped my shoulders. “There. How do you feel?”

“Wow. My headache is gone.” I turned and looked at her.

“Good.” She winked as she removed her hands from my shoulders.

Without even thinking, I grabbed her hand. “Thank you,” I spoke as I stared into her eyes.

“You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do since you’re letting me stay here and you’re letting me cook for you. That right there is an honor.”

That smart sarcastic mouth of hers was going to get her in trouble with me. I let go of her hand and she jumped in the pool.

“Would you like to race?” she asked with a smile.

Staring at her as the water glistened on her tan skin, I got up and jumped in.

“You’re on, James.”

“First one to make it back here has to cook breakfast in the morning,” she said with a whimsical tone.

“I don’t cook.”

“You will tomorrow if I win. Ready...set...go!”

We did a full lap to the other side of the pool and turned around and headed back. She was fast and ahead of me. She made it to the other side first. When I came up, she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Are you some kind of fucking swimming champion I don’t know about?”

She bit down on her bottom lip and my cock twitched.

“Maybe just a national champion for my school.”

“Jesus, Emerson. You couldn’t have told me that?”

“Then it wouldn’t have been fun. Looks like you’re cooking breakfast tomorrow!” she exclaimed.

As she started to climb out of the pool, I grabbed her waist and pulled her down into my arms. What the fuck am I doing? She wrapped her arms around my neck and stared at me.

“I already told you that I don’t cook.”

“A bet is a bet.”

“You made the bet. I didn’t agree to it.” I stared at her lips. She wasn’t pulling away from me. Control yourself, Alex. She’s not your type and you’ll end up hurting her and making things awkward between you and Adam.

I let go of her. “I’m going to head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” I climbed out of the pool, grabbed my towel, and went inside the house.

****

Emerson

I sighed as I watched him walk away. He wanted to kiss me. I could tell by the way he was staring at my mouth. Not to mention the fact that I noticed he was hard as I was massaging his head. If he would have kissed me, I wouldn’t have minded. There was a part of me that would have welcomed it. He was unlike anyone I’d ever met before and, for some dumb reason, I was attracted to him in a weird sort of way.

I dried myself off, and as I headed to my bedroom, Alex was walking up the stairs.

“Goodnight, Alex,” I spoke.

Chapter 10

Alex

I stopped on the stairs and clenched my fists. “Emerson,” I called out to her.

“Yes.” She stood in front of the stairs, looking up at me.

I slowly walked down until I approached her. “I don’t want you walking around this house in your bikini or short shorts anymore. Do you understand me?”

“No, actually, I don’t. What’s wrong?”

I took in a deep breath. “It’s inappropriate.”

“So do you want me to walk around naked?” She smirked.

“No. I don’t want you to walk around naked. What the hell is the matter with you? Why would you say that?”

“Because, obviously, my clothes bother you.”

“Emerson, I’m warning you. I’ve had enough of that smart mouth of yours and if you don’t stop, I’m going to shut it for you.”

She looked at me with narrowing eyes and a small smile on her face. “I dare you.”

That was it. I lost control as I grabbed her face and smashed my mouth into hers, forcing her lips to part as my tongue entered her mouth. She placed her hands on the back of my neck as our kiss deepened. She wanted me to kiss her. Her soft lips had me hard and wanting to be inside her. I couldn’t control myself and I had to have her. Especially after that massage she gave me. I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around me and carried her to her bedroom. Laying her on the bed, my hands groped her luscious round breasts as my mouth continued to devour hers.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Emerson?”

“Yes.”

“Say it,” I commanded.

“I want you to fuck me, Alex.”

“I can promise you that it won’t be soft and gentle. I like it hard and fast and I’m always in control.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you. But you better satisfy me, Parker, because if you don’t, I’m going to be pissed off.”

How dare she. I sat up and took down her bottoms, revealing her beautifully shaven pussy. It was more beautiful than I had imagined it would be and I needed to taste her. When I placed my tongue on her clit, she threw her head back and let out a moan, sending me into a frenzy. I dipped two fingers inside her and moved them around as my tongue licked around her.

“Untie your bikini top and show me your tits,” I commanded.

She reached behind her as my fingers explored her and untied her top, letting it fall forward, exposing her breasts. Her nipples peaked with excitement and were the perfect rosy color I thought they’d be. I moved up her, my fingers still inside, and took her nipple in my mouth, lightly nipping at it and then licking to soothe the sting. She was losing control as she moaned and her body tightened, giving in to the orgasm I gave her. Standing up, I took off my bathing suit and climbed on top of her. As my cock was at her entrance, I stopped.

“Fuck. I need to go get a condom.”

“Don’t you dare ruin this moment. I’m on birth control.”

“Any STDs?” I asked.

“No. You?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” She smiled.

Without hesitation, I thrust inside her, hard and deep. I wanted to fuck her a million different ways. After a few thrusts, I pulled out and flipped her over, taking her from behind. The warmth that radiated inside her enveloped my cock, making it difficult for me to hold back. As I slammed into her at a rapid pace, she orgasmed. I moaned loudly as the buildup began. One last thrust and I pulled out of her, spilling my come all over her back and beautifully sculpted ass.

I climbed off of her and lay on my back, trying to catch my breath as she stared at me.

“Why did you pull out?” she asked breathlessly.

“Because I really don’t know if you’re on birth control or not.”

She didn’t say a word. The only thing she did was turn her head and look the other way. I got up from the bed, grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, and wiped Emerson’s backside. I leaned down and softly kissed her shoulder.

“Listen, I’m sorry. But I barely know you and I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

She turned her head and looked at me. “We both wanted it, Alex. It’s no big deal, so don’t get all bent out of shape over it.”

“You’re Adam’s sister.”

“So what? He never has to know. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower.” She climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

I picked up my bathing suit from the floor and went upstairs to my bedroom. It wasn’t like me to lose control like that. Emerson James had done something to me. Something that I couldn’t explain.

****

Emerson

His scent still lingered throughout my room. He didn’t trust me when I said I was on birth control and that pissed me off. I shouldn’t have let that bother me. If he didn’t trust me, that was his problem, not mine. I was a young woman and I needed sex. I could tell he wanted me, so I let him have me. That way, we both got what we wanted. To say he was amazing would be an understatement. He was strong and the way he brought me to two orgasms was incredible. Half the time, I had to fake it with the other guys I slept with. They were lucky if they could manage to bring me to have one. But with Alex, it happened flawlessly, and for that, I was grateful. I could tell he had regrets, but I didn’t, at least not at this moment. Would this change things between us? No. He would still be the same pompous ass he was when I first met him.

The next morning, I got up, dressed, went down to the kitchen, and started a pot of coffee. I popped a banana-nut muffin in the microwave. As I was about to eat it, Alex walked in.

“Good morning. Is breakfast ready?” he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“No. You were supposed to cook breakfast this morning,” I replied as I bit into my muffin.

“You’re kidding me, right?” He stared blankly at me.

“Nope. I won. You lost and the loser had to cook breakfast.”

“We went over this last night, Emerson, and I told you that I don’t cook.”

“Then I guess you can have a muffin.” I smiled.

He mumbled as he took a muffin from the counter and took his coffee into the dining room. He looked really pissed, but I didn’t care. I went to my room and took my birth control pills from the nightstand. Walking into the dining room, I threw them on the table.

“You can see for yourself that I wasn’t lying.” I walked away.

A few moments later, he threw my pills on the island and left the house without saying a word.

Over the next few days, I barely saw him. I kept myself busy by meeting up with Christine and Bayli. The only time I really saw Alex was when I made his breakfast. I loved to cook, so I didn’t mind. The only words we had spoken to each other were “good morning.” I guess he was still holding a grudge against me for not making his breakfast the other morning. He was a big boy and he’d get over it sooner or later. When he’d come strolling in around eleven o’clock in the evening, he’d go straight up to his room. It bothered me a bit that since we’d had sex, he’d barely spoken to me. But this situation was only temporary, because as soon as Adam came back, I would leave and then I wouldn’t have to worry about Alex Parker ever again. Even if he did leave an imprint on me.