Beautifully Irresistible (2 page)

The group of men surveyed me in a predatory way. They reminded me of a pride of lions and I definitely knew which one of them was the alpha male.

“This is a special one for you,” I told the delicious Zachary Cole.

I had left his drink until last. His face flushed in the subdued lighting of the bar. He looked boyishly charming.

“Thank you Jennifer,” he said, smiling warmly.

“You are welcome.”

I felt a hand shoot out and grab my bottom. I turned around quickly to see who it was. A dark-haired slim built man was the culprit. I glared at him, keen not to cause a commotion.

“Hey! David! Don’t you fucking touch her!” he shouted angrily.

“Sorry Zack, but she’s really hot! I couldn’t help it!”

My cheeks flared red and anger bubbled up inside me.

“David, she’s smoking hot but she’s also a lady who deserves respect. You are such a dick sometimes!”

The whole table erupted in laughter as I quickly walked back to the bar with my head held high. Lindsay appeared at my side in record time.

“Jen, what was that about?”

“I got groped by one of them and Mr Hottie came to my defence!”

“Ooh, a knight in shining armour!” she giggled.

“Well, it’s a waste of time. He’s married, obviously!”

“Wouldn’t stop me!” she said before she disappeared.

I made a quick trip to the ladies and as I came out, I saw him casually leaning against the wall of the dimly lit corridor. My stomach flipped as butterflies took flight. I walked cautiously towards him.

We were alone.

“Are you okay, Jennifer?” he asked as his brow furrowed.

“I’m good. Thanks for defending my honour.”

“You are welcome, although I am guessing that you can handle yourself,” he told me as his eyes flickered up and down my body.

“I can, but it was still sweet of you,” I breathed.

He pushed me gently up against the wall, caging my body in. Our bodies were touching. The air felt heavy around us. I really wanted him to kiss me like I had never been kissed before. His warm lush lips brushed along my jawline. My pulse raced with anticipation. I stared up at him and swallowed noisily.

“How tall are you, Mr Cole?”

“Six foot four inches, Jennifer,” he slowly replied, rubbing his hard toned body against mine.

“Wow! That is really, really tall,” I whispered breathlessly.

My aroused body was willing itself towards his like a traitor. I could feel his very impressive erection against my hip.

“I really want to kiss you, Jennifer, and I want to take you out. Then afterwards, you know exactly what it will be like between us. Intense, wild, hot, amazing, unforgettable sex!” he whispered as he gently kissed my neck.

“I would love to, but something puts me off you, Mr Cole,” I told him, meeting his lustful gaze.

“Oh, what puts you off, Jennifer?” he asked, arching a perfect blond eyebrow.

He leaned even closer into me and cupped my cheek rubbing a thumb across my lips. I greedily breathed in his heavenly masculine scent. It made me feel giddy and even more turned on. My lips touched the shell of his ear. I pressed a hand to his warm chest.

“It’s your wedding ring.”

Chapter One

Thursday 19th April 2012

My heart was pounding erratically as I drove along the long, wide gravelled drive of Zachary Cole’s country estate.

Would he remember me? I certainly remembered him.

He was pretty unforgettable.

Pulling up outside the front of his imposing home, I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and walked on shaky legs to the front door.

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I was a bundle of wired energy not helped by the triple espresso I had consumed en route.

I rubbed my hands down my face then stabbed the doorbell. After a few moments, he opened the heavy door, filling the space with his large frame. I gasped and stepped back, losing my footing. A strong arm reached forward and quickly yanked me upright. Gaining my balance, I then tripped over a lovely black Labrador. The dog let out a loud yelp.

Oh my god!

“You okay, Miss? Can I help you?” he said smoothly, pulling me to my feet.

For a moment, I drank in his stunning appearance and let his deep sexy voice seep into my ears. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I closed it again. His eyebrows drew together as he frowned at me.

“Sorry, Mr Cole. My name is Jennifer Black. The agency sent me. I’m your new housekeeper,” I stuttered, giving him my hand.

“Oh right! Please come in, Miss Black!”

He took my hand in his. His skin was so soft and warm.

Zachary Cole stood aside gesturing for me to come in. My shoulder brushed against his body. I gasped at the jolt of electricity that coursed through my veins, heating my blood. My nipples tightened. His mouth curled into a wry smile as if he knew the state of play of my naughty nipples.

“What’s your gorgeous dog called?”

“That’s Gatsby. Please come this way, Miss Black.”

I followed him into a drawing room, drinking in his irresistible appearance.

I started at the top. It was a long way up. His mid-length sandy blond silky hair framed his beautiful features. When the soft spring morning light caught it, vibrant flecks of copper appeared. Blond wisps of his hair curled deliciously over the collar of his white shirt. His dark pink lips were full and he had a strong nose. He was blessed with beautiful cheekbones. A sprinkling of reddish blond stubble adorned his chiselled jawline and his chin as I remembered boasted the most adorable dimple.

His angelic features were quite simply breath-taking in their very masculine beauty.

Judging by the ripples underneath his shirt, I guessed that he worked out a lot and he probably looked quite magnificent naked.

Where did that thought come from? Focus, Jennifer, focus!

Raising an eyebrow, he slowly appraised my figure looking from my face down to my feet. I squirmed under his scorching heated gaze. The heavy air was laden with sexual tension. Raw desire rushed through my body in huge waves, taking my breath away. I really couldn’t gauge the expression on his face.

He licked his lovely lips, tormenting my highly aroused body as I stared at his tongue. His cheeks flushed slightly.

“Please sit down, Miss Black.”

He didn’t recognise me!

His beautiful eyes bored into me. My body seemed to have come alive in his presence. No one but him had ever had this effect on me before. I looked deeply into his stunning, piercing blue eyes. They were so devastatingly pretty.

“Here are the documents you requested.”

I passed them over to him, trying my best not to look into his eyes. Instead I zoomed in on his mouth.

My god! Those lips! That full sensual mouth!

I took in the palatial surroundings of his beautiful home in the outskirts of a charming small village in rural Kent, the garden of England. It looked like a French château set amongst, I was guessing, about 500 acres.

It truly was stunning. Just like him.

“You have a lovely home, Mr Cole.”

“Thank you. It was mainly my wife Phoebe’s design,” he replied quietly.

“I was so sorry to hear about your wife,” I blurted out.

“Thank you,” he stiffly replied.

He was seated on one of the very comfortable sofas and I had thankfully sunk into an armchair opposite. I primly crossed my legs noticing that my short skirt had risen quite a way up my thigh. I smoothed my hands over my skirt and tried my best to tug it down. He stared at my thigh for a long time.

Epic fail!

Zachary adjusted his tie and looked at me, clearly giving me the once over. His eyes came to rest on my extremely generous breasts. I had tried to restrain them in a sensible blouse but as usual they were misbehaving. He didn’t seem to realise how long he had been looking at them.

“I’m sorry to stare at you, Miss Black, but you are a lot younger than I thought you would be and a lot prettier. How old are you?” he asked.

His aforementioned gorgeous mouth curled up in a wolfish grin. I looked longingly into his perfect face.

“Well?”

“Sorry! Thank you. I’m twenty nine. It’s my birthday today.”

I could feel myself flushing as I shifted around in my chair.

“Oh, Happy Birthday, Miss Black!” he said warmly.

“Thank you.”

“Well, we can run through some of your duties.”

A dull ache throbbed between my legs as I studied his face. He crossed his legs revealing the bare skin of his ankle. I swallowed noisily and looked at his impressive crotch.

Every pore of him oozed charisma and sex appeal.

“Yes, that would be great,” I replied, taking out a notebook and pen.

I had to keep looking away from him. My hands were shaking noticeably.

He cleared his throat and smoothed his dark blue tie with long fingers. I studied his manicured nails and noticed his platinum wedding band. He twisted the ring nervously.

“First and foremost, you will be required to prepare all meals as required by myself and my children, Scarlett and Jasper. Most of the cleaning will be done by Marcia. She comes in during the week from 10am to 3pm. Marcia was helping me out but her husband is in ill health so it became too much for her. Also you will be required to take my children to school and back and anywhere else they might want to go. Any questions so far?”

“No, that all sounds fairly straight forward.”

“I will give you some menu suggestions but I will leave things up to you. A credit card will be issued to you so that you can make any purchases that are required. I will show you to your living quarters, Miss Black. Have we met before? You seem really familiar.”

“I don’t think so, but maybe,” I lied.

He does recognise me!

Zachary took my small case from me and I followed him down a hallway and up two sets of stairs. I struggled to keep up with his enormous strides. His rear view looked sexy too in his grey perfectly-tailored trousers. I obviously checked out his behind and it looked very pert.

We came to a stop outside the first door on the left of the hallway.

“Here you go, Miss Black.”

He opened the door and stood aside for me to enter the room. I stepped into a lovely bedroom with an en-suite bathroom.

The colours of the room were warm plum complemented by a soft grey. It felt feminine and welcoming. The room looked out over the front of the house.

There was a top of the range black Range Rover Sport, a silver Aston Martin DB9 and a white Audi A5 Cabriolet.

My inner tomboy reared its head as my mouth watered at the car porn. I looked at the personalised number plates on the Range Rover and Aston Martin which both referenced his name.

“The en-suite has everything you should need,” he told me, opening the door and switching on the light.

Our eyes met in a large mirror. I didn’t break his heated gaze. After a few silent moments, he switched the light back off and moved back into the bedroom.

“Well, I hope you will be very comfortable here and I would like to welcome you into our home,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip.

“Beautiful, stunning and gorgeous,” I told him.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked looking confused.

“Your house, your cars, you,” I whispered.

What the hell did I just say?

“Thank you, Miss Black,” he replied, flushing slightly.

My god! Is it hot in here or is it just him!

He stood holding my hand gently as something passed between us. His eyes seem to burn into me. Neither one of us dropped the other’s hand and I had an overwhelming urge to pull him to me and kiss him. I glanced down at his crotch. He looked very well endowed and very aroused. Christ, I was beyond aroused. I wanted him so very badly.

I glanced at the bed and imagined us together on it. His lips kissing my neck before he continued down my body. I felt myself again flushing with wanting. Releasing my hand, he coughed and looked at me with a puzzled expression. He again stared at my breasts.

“Miss Black, your blouse is undone,” he mumbled, raking a hand through his thick hair.

It was a gesture I had seen him do before and it had the same effect on me.

I wanted him like I had never wanted anyone in my life!

Looking down, I saw that the top two buttons had popped open revealing my lacy black barely-there bra. Heat rushed to my face.

Oh my god!

“I’m so sorry! These bad boys have a mind of their own,” I told him, quickly buttoning my blouse up.

“It’s ok. As views go, it was pretty spectacular!” he whispered.