Beautiful Seduction

An irrational thought pushed into the back of my mind. Fuck. I wanted a taste of her. That never happened.

“No, sir. She pounded on the door and begged me for service. She’s right though. The doors were locked early.” Michael immediately looked sheepish, taking a step further away from me. In his hand was a box, several pastries placed inside, and he was shaking like a leaf.

“Should I assume you don’t want my business?” she asked as she placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head and allowing me to see the long line of her neck.

My cock ached, enough so my balls were tight as drums. I moved closer, expecting her to back away.

But she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her head to ensure her eyes remained locked on mine. My God, this woman was feisty, enough so filthy thoughts ran through my mind.

“Michael, you did the right thing, and you are correct. We shouldn’t have closed early. Please accept my apologies and the pastries are on the house.”

She gave me a wry smile and purposely reached into her purse, pulling out her wallet. “Thank you very much for the offer, but I always pay for goods and services. How much do I owe you, Michael?”

Yes, the woman had balls. I was more than intrigued. I inhaled her fragrance, jasmine with a hint of vanilla, and resisted grabbing her by the wrist, dragging her into my office in order to fuck her for hours. Eclairs, Mama Lucia’s favorite pastry, a delicacy only she knew the recipe to. The luscious woman had exquisite taste.

Her look was one of amusement as well as disdain, a dangerous combination in my world. It was obvious she had no idea who I was or that she’d just found herself in a den of vipers.

“Sir?” Michael asked, his voice quavering as he asked for my permission.

“Allow our new customer to do what she feels is necessary.” I closed the distance until we were standing only a few inches apart. In crowding her space, I was able to detect a slight hint of fear; it wasn’t about the big bad man standing in front of her but the uncertainty of why her body was reacting to our intense connection. I lowered my head, studying the carved line of her jaw, the softness of her cheeks, able to catch a slight blush sliding up from the long line of her neck.

However, she wasn’t budging, although she allowed her eyes to slide ever so slowly down the length of me. She was tossing my obvious interest back in my face. When her gaze drifted back to my face, she held a smile, one of unbridled interest.

My sinful thoughts turned darker, hunger breaching the surface. While it wasn’t in my best interest to engage in any carnal activity, her tempting attitude and beguiling smile almost forced me to break my own rules. Sadly, I’d be forced to decline.

I took a step away and judging by the smile sliding across her face, it would seem she believed herself to be victorious in backing me down.

“Here you are, ma’am. Your change.” Michael backed away almost immediately after handing it to her, rubbing his hands on his apron.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Michael. A little something for you.” She slid a twenty-dollar bill across the counter, turning her head and giving me another hard onceover before grabbing the box. Then she headed for the door, slanting her eyes down one last time then tossing her hair.

Dismissing me.

“Be careful. The eclairs have been known to lead to filthy activity,” I said with a slight growl in my voice.

Laughing, she tossed me a look then opened the door. “I’m never careful in anything I do.” Now her tone was little more than a husky purr.

Fuck. I wanted more than just a taste of her.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, taking my time heading closer to the door. She had no idea how close she’d just come to being devoured by a predator.