Seduction (Bayfront Billionaires)

Lex couldn’t deny that he’d felt the rare knee-jerk response when Lily had turned to face him in the hallway. Her eyes were the most amazing color—and completely spellbinding. She had an artistically crafted face, a stunning figure, sculpted legs . . . and she oozed an alluring sensuality that had gripped him from the get-go. Especially when she’d been so breathless at the sight of him.

Admittedly, the visual of her had been stuck in his brain since she’d dropped the tea tray in the corridor.

He’d been serious about his reason for not elaborating on her when in the limo with Jax on their way into San Fran. He’d wanted Jax’s reaction to her to be predicated solely on instinct. Not swayed by anything Lex had to say.

Of course Jax was right that they had neither the time nor the luxury to dabble in an affair. But that didn’t mean Lily couldn’t provide precisely what he’d thought of earlier—creative inspiration.

Lex’s mind was already buzzing with thoughts on this when she entered the room.

The first thing out of her mouth was, “I’m so sorry—”

“Stop apologizing,” Jax cut in. “I already told Lex you were working downstairs. Your appearance is fine, Lily. Now, if you’d kindly pour me another cocktail . . .”

He didn’t exactly smile at her, but Lex caught the glint of appreciation in Jax’s eyes. For her services, sure. But more accurately, for her considerable assets.

And damn, Jax had been right. All that shiny onyx hair in fat, loose curls, and her sparkling eyes, crimson lips, and—again—that sudden breathlessness made Lex’s groin tighten.

He couldn’t take his eyes from her as she crossed to the butler’s pantry at the far end of the room. She rolled down her sleeves, regardless of what Jax had said, buttoned the cuffs, and then donned white gloves. She poured two fingers of brandy in a Baccarat snifter, set it on a round silver tray, and delivered it efficiently to Jax.

Her hands didn’t even shake.

Then she turned to Lex. “May I pour you a scotch?” His drink of choice.

He gave a slight nod. “Thank you. Then you can retire for the evening. We’ll be at this through the night.”

And inspiration versus distraction was a very fine line.

She returned to the wet bar.

They began to play as Lily served. Lex found it even more enticing that she responded visibly to their music—and to them.

He slid a glance Jax’s way. The other man raised a brow.

Lex snickered under his breath.

Okay, lusting after Lily wasn’t entirely sensible.

But Lex already knew it was . . . inevitable.

Chapter Three

Lily pushed the cart out of the service elevator at precisely ten o’clock the next morning. She continued along the hall, not directly down the middle, so the wheels moved smoothly over the marble rather than roughly over the rugs.

She was having huge reservations about this gig. All wrapped around the erotic thoughts of Lex and Jax that she couldn’t banish from her mind.

Good Lord. Lex was wildly charismatic with his gorgeous smile and even more gorgeous visage and bulging biceps.

And Jax . . . yes, intimidating as hell. But when he’d been standing before her in nothing but a towel . . .

She tamped down a moan as the vision of him flashed in her overactive brain. Tall, commanding, and seriously, seriously hot. Chiseled to perfection, as she suspected Lex was under his polo shirt and dress pants.

Lying awake in her room the previous evening, she’d found it impossible not to fantasize about the two of them. She’d like to say it was because she hadn’t had an actual boyfriend in forever—hadn’t had sex in just as long. But the truth was that no man had turned her inside out so quickly, so vehemently. Not to mention no two men.

Yet Lex and Jax had sparked her libido. And Lily hadn’t missed the

spark in their eyes.

Though . . . that spelled trouble in a lot of ways.