Two

ANDREW

This morning I wake up with a mission. I’m going to meet the vixen on the leaflet if it’s the last thing I do.

By early Monday afternoon, I’m pulling into the small parking lot outside of the office building advertised in the leaflet. I didn’t make an appointment, but I’m pretty confident that I can easily make myself a priority.

My last name holds weight around this town and I don’t have a problem taking advantage of that fact.

Cutting the engine of my ‘67 Camaro, I take a moment to stare up at the building. Castle Wealth Management. The building isn’t big by any means, nor is it flashy which I imagine works well for their exclusive clientele.

In the small lobby, I shoot a toothy grin at the older lady behind the desk and pull the leaflet out of my back pocket. Before I can speak, her eyes double in size like she’s seen a celebrity.

“How can I help you today?” She gushes and I swear her cheeks turn pink as she waits for my response.

“I actually have a favor to ask,” I say smoothly, putting the brightly colored advertisement in front of her. I notice her name on a small name plate and play it up for her. “Louisa, could you tell me if this pretty lady works here?”

Louisa eyes the photo in front of her before nodding and supplying me with the exact info I need.

“That’s Lilah Tucker, one of our newer advisors. Would you like to schedule a consultation with her, Mr.?” she asks, clicking away with her mouse as if to pull up a calendar.

“Knight, Andrew Knight.” I flash my smile as Louisa taps away on the keyboard for a few seconds.

So Lilah Tucker’s new.

That explains why I couldn’t find anything about her on their website. Now that I know her name, it’s a perfect match for her — soft and feminine. And fucking sexy as hell.

“I’d like to see her now.” My words brook no argument as I stare at her pointedly, waiting for her to spring into action.

“Of course,” she mutters before scurrying off.

***

Leaflet woman is unreadable and impossible to break. Since I’ve been in her office, she’s expertly intercepted any pass I’ve tried to make at her.

I don’t know whether to be impressed or ticked off. I think I’m a little bit of both. Most women would throw themselves at my feet the second I walk through the door, but she’d barely batted an eyelash at my presence.

Lilah’s back is ramrod straight as she rattles off something about the current market trends and why I should get started as soon as possible in order to yield the most profit.

She could be speaking Cantonese for all I care. It’s just white noise at this point as I rethink my strategy.

“Do you have any questions?” She asks in that controlled yet silky voice. A nice jolt goes straight to my groin.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” I ask, throwing caution to the wind.

She’s going to deflect, no doubt. But it’s worth a fucking shot.

“I meant about our services here at Castle.”

Her voice doesn’t waver but the red tint creeping up the flawless skin of her neck is enough for me to know that I’m getting to her.

That’s all the ammunition I need.

“Who are you dating?” My question is straightforward.

I don’t fuck women who belong to someone else. At least not anymore. It just isn’t worth the headache.

“Who said I was dating anyone?”

Lilah crosses her arms under her chest, bringing more attention to her tits. The deep V-neck of her blouse has been teasing me throughout the whole meeting but now they’re on full display.

Jesus.

Picturing my head buried between the two mounds, I shift in my seat and refocus on our current conversation.

“You keep shooting me down, Ms. Tucker, and I figure there must be a reason.”

Slouching in my chair, I run a finger over my bottom lip and focus my gaze on her.

“Have you stopped to consider that maybe I’m only interested in doing my job and nothing more? Have you also considered that even if I was interested in dating a potential client, that maybe — just maybe — you’re not my type?”

I can’t stop the smile that stretches across my face at her words.

My eyes roam over her features again and desire continues to course through me as I take her in. Stunning doesn’t even begin to cover it. That leaflet photo hadn’t done her justice.

This woman is a masterpiece and she’s definitely attracted to me. The way she just licked her lips is all the fucking proof I need. Dark brown waves brush her slender shoulders as she fixes her chocolate orbs on me.

“We’re both adults, Ms. Tucker. So let’s cut to the chase.”

She clasps her hands in front of her and waits for me to go on.

“I want you.”

An audible gasp fills the room and my grin grows wider. This is going to be fun.

“And from the way you’ve been looking at me since I walked in,” I continue languidly, “You want me, too.”

Lilah opens and closes her mouth several times trying to formulate a response before finally giving up and stares daggers at me.

Her heated glare causes a tightening in my boxers. Swearing under my breath, I ignore the urge to adjust myself right then and there.

Damn, she’s sexy when she’s pretending to be angry.

“I can’t see under your desk, but I’m willing to bet you’re squirming. You’ve looked just about ready to pounce on me since I walked through that door. It’s written all over your face, sweetheart.”

Okay, maybe I’m projecting. But I’d definitely caught a glimpse of something other than professionalism flicker across her face and I’m damn well going to run with it.

Sitting up, I lean in to finish my statement.

“I can feel it every time you look at me and hear it in your voice each time you open that pretty little mouth of yours. Deny it all you want, but you crave me just as much as I’m craving you, and I think we should do ourselves a favor and see where it leads.”

Wordlessly, Lilah grabs the bottle of Fiji near her sleek keyboard and gulps down nearly half the contents.

“I’m going to grab you a copy of some of the services I mentioned, Mr. Knight. Then you can be on your way,” she says breezily, trying her hardest to brush off our conversation.

It’s clear that she wants to take the messier route. This meeting has been nothing but a game of cat and mouse and she doesn’t look like she’s ready to surrender any time soon.

Luckily for both of us, I’m no stranger to the chase and I always capture my prey.