Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

Uncle Allen had never been married. He was a confirmed bachelor with a long line of broken hearts in his wake. A rich, good looking man with a heart of gold. There was no shortage of women who would love to have gotten their hooks into him. I’d seen him in action at social functions. Normally, very calm and cool, but he was having a hard time keeping the twinkle that was in his eye from blinding the room.

“Yes, that’s right,” he said, picking up his tall glass of draft beer and lifting it to her. “Auggie and I have known each other for years. We serve on several boards together. And please, call me Allen.”

“Only if you call me Cassandra,” she said with a smile that made him gulp down the beer. Wow, she was good. She was very good. It was no wonder she and Conner McGee made such a good team—if that’s what they were.

“O’Hara is Irish,” Reed said. He patted Conner on the back. “And McGee is…”

“Uh, Irish?” Conner said, rolling his eyes at me. “One thing you’ll learn about Reed, Miss O’Hara, is that he has an amazing grasp of the obvious.”

“Where are you from originally?” Cassandra asked, giving me a warm look that almost made me think she was actually interested rather than simply making conversation.

“Um, Boston, originally,” I said. “South side.”

“You don’t have the Southie accent,” Conner said. He laced his fingers together and rested his chin on them. Damn, he was good looking. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes.

“Oh, she can still go full Boston on you,” Uncle Allen said. “Like her mother.”

“I’ve worked hard to lose the accent,” I said. “At least when I’m not in Boston.”

“I think it’s a lovely accent,” Cassandra said.

“It’s lovely until you say things like bah, and cah, and fah,” I said. “Then, not so much.”

“What’s the old line?” Reed asked. “Let’s get in the cah and go down to the bah because it’s not that fah?”

They all laughed. I smiled and bobbed my head. Jeez, like I haven’t heard that one a million times before. “Yeah, it’s hard to be taken seriously here in New York when South Boston comes out of your mouth.”

“Ah, the waiter,” Reed said as the waiter returned with another round of drinks. He picked up the menu in front of him and nodded around the table. “I’m starving. Let’s order.”

“Yes, let’s,” Conner said, picking up his menu. He looked directly at me. “Order anything you like, Miss O’Hara. The more expensive, the better. Reed will be picking up the tab.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, letting my eyes linger on his. I could feel myself getting wet just looking at him. Memories of him naked on top of me flashed through my mind. The feel of hard, lean muscle beneath my hands. His head buried between my legs. His cock in my hand. The taste of him in my mouth. The sensation of him sliding slowly in and out me.

“Katie? Katie?”

I blinked at the sound of Uncle Allen’s voice. I turned with a blank look on my face. “Hmm?”

He pointed toward the waiter, who was standing with a pen and pad waiting for my order. I glanced at Conner. He was smiling at me. I could see the devil dancing in his eyes. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.

I quickly let my eyes drop to the menu, took a few seconds, then ordered the filet mignon.

“That sounds good,” Conner said, closing his menu and holding it out for the waiter. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

Chapter 14: Conner

I could barely believe my eyes when Cass and I walked into the Roxie and found our party waiting for us at a corner table. We were a few minutes late, but it couldn’t be helped. Besides, it was impossible for me to turn Cass down when she was in heat. Which was most of the time.

Sitting at the table was Reed and Allen Benson. Allen looked perturbed that we were late, and Reed already looked drunk. There was a woman sitting next to Reed who kept her seat. I figured it was Allen’s hired gun lawyer, so I ignored her while I greeted the fellows. When I finally set my gaze on her, I felt the breath catch in my throat.

Sitting next to Allen was Mollie the paralegal, the girl that I had had the one-night stand with on New Year’s Eve. I knew then that Mollie wasn’t her real name and that she probably wasn’t a paralegal. I would have never guessed that she was a hot shot lawyer with a firm like Yates Hamilton & Booz. They only hired the best. And if she was sitting here representing a guy like Allen Benson, she had to have been the cream of the crop.

My mouth dropped when I looked at her. She looked nothing like she did then. Her long blonde hair wasn’t down. She wasn’t wearing a tight sweater that showed off her big tits and skinny jeans that showed off her ass. She looked like every other female lawyer in town. Frumpy and boring as hell. Only I knew better. This girl was anything but frumpy and boring. This girl was a fucking firecracker. And I still dreamt of her lighting my fuse.

We both muttered our hellos and tried to pretend like we’d never seen each other naked. I sat directly across from her, which was a mistake because she kept distracting me, doing little things like licking wine from her lips and giving me those dreamy eyes. I tried to ignore the memory of her naked body, tits flouncing as she rode my cock like a rodeo bull. I took a drink to wash away the taste of her memory from my tongue. Despite my best efforts, my cock grew rock hard beneath the napki

n in my lap.

Dinner was the usual business-casual chit chat, most of it made with Molly—I mean Katie—stealing glances at me while the others talked. Our eyes met several times and locked for a moment, moving on before it became too obvious that we were gawking at each other.