Seduce Me (Austin Singles 1)

My heart skipped a beat. Why did I think that was so sweet? Jesus. I really did need to get laid if I thought Tucker washing my puke-covered dress, not once but twice, was sweet.

“Um, thanks.”

He nodded. “I’m making omelets if your stomach feels up to eating.”

“’Kay.”

It was all I could say. When he shut the door behind him, I dropped my head onto his bed.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

I’m naked. I’m in Tucker’s house. And I’m hung the hell over.

My father would be so disappointed in me. This was not the behavior of someone in control of CMI Consulting.

It was, however, perfectly normal for a twenty-eight-year-old single woman. Wasn’t it?

Racing over to his dresser, I opened the second drawer to the top. It was filled with T-shirts. I smiled as I ran my hand over them. They were neatly folded and organized by color. God, that was sexy as hell. I was going to smuggle one of these out of his house after I sprayed his cologne on it.

I groaned. New level of pathetic I’d reached here.

Chewing on my lip, I picked out a blue one. It was my favorite color, after all.

Slipping it on, it fell mid-thigh. Smiling, I shook my head as I pulled the next drawer open. Thoughts of Tucker telling me how sexy I looked wearing only his T-shirt seven years ago filled my memory. The second drawer contained sweatpants and workout stuff. I reached in and took out a pair of black sweatpants. It would be sexy as sin if I walked out in only the T-shirt. Too bad I wasn’t trying to seduce him.

With my foot up and ready to slip into the leg of the pants, I stopped.

Tucker. Business degree. Three months, six days.

The idea I had last night came rushing back as I put my foot down and held up the pants.

If I was going to have to be married to someone, why not be married to someone I knew and had feelings for? He would barely be tolerable but easy to look at every morning and night, and at least I’d get some good sex, not to mention a lot of orgasms, out of the deal since we had to stay married for a year at least.

My body shook at the idea.

Then my phone buzzed on the bed. I put the pants back in the drawer, shut it, and then dove across the bed and swiped my phone to answer it.

“Terri!”

“Charlie! Hey, I forgot to tell you. Some guy named Paul Ricker called your cell last night. You were kind of already two sheets to the wind, so I said you were helping a friend move some furniture. He asked that you return his call this afternoon.”

Paul Ricker? What was that weasel doing calling me on a Friday night, then expecting me to call him on a Saturday?

“Did he say what he wanted?”

“Nope. Said it was business.”

“Uh-huh. Okay, well listen, can we meet for lunch later? I really need to finish talking to you.”

Flipping over, I stared up at the ceiling in Tucker’s bedroom. The most amazing crown molding was on display. Sitting up, I took everything in. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn I was in my own home.

But I wasn’t.

I’m in Tucker’s bedroom. Half naked and ready to implement a plan so crazy I was sure I needed to have my head examined.

“Sure. Is everything okay, sweetie? You haven’t been acting right. I mean, I know you lost your parents and that’s somewhat expected, but yesterday in Tucker’s office you seemed a bit … off. And that crazy plan to seduce Tucker?” She laughed. “You were kidding. Right?”

With an evil smile, I stood and walked to the window. The view of the river took my breath away.