She was good. So very good.
“Your daughter is sure convincing.” Jones smiled nervously in my direction, appearing to be equally taken with her abilities. “Okay. All right. I’m sure it will be fine. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes then?” He was headed to the exit, as though determined to be back as soon as possible.
At the foyer, he paused to look from me to Audrey with an anxious plea in his eyes. “Please don’t do, well, don’t...hurt...anything.” I heard him muttering on to himself as the door shut behind him. Something that sounded a lot like I better not regret this.
Which left me with my own regrets, namely the seductress in my midst.
“That was quite impressive,” I said, not quite sure if I should have gone with the man rather than be left alone with her. Alone. So near a bed. And other furniture that could be used for fornication.
She winked. “I have my talents.”
Yes, she did. I was learning how skilled she was at wrapping men twice her age around her little pinkie. And now I was quite sure I should have left when I’d had the chance.
Still, she had me on that string, towing me toward her when I should be swimming away. Could I even swim away at this point? Understanding how my fate was tied up in her—never mind that it was because she masterminded the whole thing—I considered giving in to the pull.
I circled her, studying every delicious curve. “The thing I don’t understand as of yet is why it was so important to you that he let us stay here?”
I stopped when I was facing her again so I had the full vantage point when she undid the tie at the side of her dress, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor.
Audrey Lind in nothing but her high-heeled boots and the naughtiest pair of matching panties and bra I’d ever seen on a woman.
Goddamn, this apartment really needed curtains.Chapter SixAudreyDylan seemed to go pale. He normally had rather fair skin—probably because he was British and because his work habits didn’t let him out in the sun too often—but now he was even whiter than usual.
Maybe it was a bit scandalous to just drop my dress the way I had. I could have talked to him about my plan first, but after the way he’d kissed me the night before, I didn’t think conversation was necessary. I was certainly still buzzing from the feel of his lips and the sweep of his tongue. I thought a little skin would be all that was needed to reignite those passions in him as well.
Instead, it seemed to throw him into a state of shock.
“Audrey,” he stammered, his eyes darting everywhere, then to me, then quickly to anywhere else but me. He was deliberately trying not to look, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself. “What the bloody hell are you doing, girl?” He picked my dress up off the floor and brought it to me. “Put this on. Please. There aren’t curtains. The whole city can see you!”
I glanced behind him at the windows. We were too high for anyone to see in through the street, and the apartments across the way didn’t have the floor-to-ceiling glass that this unit had. It was unlikely anyone could see me from there either.
I took the dress from him anyway. Then tossed it over my shoulder to the ground. “I don’t care if everyone can see me. I only care if you see me.”
This made the color return to his face.
“And as for what I’m doing,” I continued, stepping toward him, but before I could say more he interrupted.
“If you have more to say then could you please do it from the couch? Which is over there. A safe distance from me.”
He muttered the last part so quietly that I wasn’t even sure I was supposed to hear it.
It made me smile. He really was quite adorable. “If it makes you more comfortable.” I shrugged.
“It does.”
“Well, then.” I didn’t mind humoring him. And torturing him simultaneously. I sat on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other, hoping the slow, seductive routine didn’t come off as clumsy and embarrassing. Just because I felt confident didn’t mean I knew what I was doing. Hence this entire kismet project.
Dylan immediately lined himself up between me and the window, using his body to make up for the lack of blinds.
See? Adorable.
“As you were saying,” he prompted.
“As I was saying.” I took a breath in and let it out. “Here’s the deal—I’ve had two serious boyfriends in my life. Two men that I’ve had sex with, and I didn’t sleep with either of them until we’d said the L word. Which is to say, I don’t do this. Ever.”