Beautiful Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 1)
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“Well, no. Do married women act this way?”
“Some of them do. Yes.”
“In public?” She snorted at that. “Not in this town. Everyone knows everyone. If I’m married then one can assume my better half will soon have a full report.”
“And send his posse for you?”
She stared at him blankly and for a minute he was afraid she might turn on the tears. Instead, she shocked him when she asked, “What if I told you I’m running from someone?”
“A husband?”
“No.”
“Go on.”
“What if…you played along and answered the hypothetical question?”
“Depending on the circumstances, I’d probably tell you I can help you.”
“Can you?”
“Can I help you?” He was being played and he damn well knew it. “Yes.”
Thank God he knew how to play the game. More importantly, thank God he had a few experienced teammates he could call to the field.
Chapter Three
They entered the suite like a normal couple might and Sable couldn’t help but long for what might have been. What if she’d met Nicholas first? What if they’d been inseparable from the st
art and she’d approached this situation a bit differently?
Instead, she’d gone after five of Trouble’s founding fathers and while she didn’t regret sleeping with them, she had to wonder what if.
The what if made her regret the fact that she hadn’t been truthful from the beginning, that she hadn’t exactly out and out said she needed protection. The only way she’d known how to capture the attention of Trouble’s founding fathers was to fuck them.
Now, Nicholas would never respect her. None of them would.
“Who are they?” Nicholas threw his keys to the wet bar. “And what do they want with you?”
Anger was evident in his voice, but the raw male hunger prevailed. He couldn’t hide it if he tried. As much as she hated to play games, she was dealing with her own insatiable heat, her own lust clawing to the fore as if it had a right to rear its demanding head and make a claim.
“We’re talking about this, Sable.”
“Doubtful.”
She unbuttoned, unzipped. His eyes darkened. His lips parted. He watched her with the kind of male hunger a woman loved to feed.
“It can wait,” she said in a raspy voice. Crossing her right arm over her stomach, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
His hooded eyes told the best of tales then. She’d already won whether he realized it or not.
“We can talk all you want later,” she said, stepping away from the pile of clothes at her feet. Wearing a garter belt and stockings along with matching v-lace panties and bra, she knew she looked hotter than the night before. A pretty thong was no match for high heels and slutty undergarments. Classy undergarments, she mused, remembering she’d paid a small fortune to vamp up her sex appeal.
The look on Nicholas’s face was priceless. He’d all but forgotten about Tony’s men downstairs. Her ex’s cronies would return to the McCoy estate empty handed and she’d have her hands full—literally—in just another few minutes.
She took a stroll to the wet bar and leaned over the counter, giving her hips an extra push so Nicholas would notice if he looked in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
He looked all right. And he might as well have drooled.