SLOW - The Story of Signy and Aden, #1
THE STORY OF SIGNY AND ADEN
BY JULIANNA WEST
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Copyright © 2013 by Julianna West
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This is a work of fiction. It's not about you, your friends, or anywhere you've ever been in real life.
ISBN-13:
978-1-936413-25-6
SLOW
As a private eye, Signy Mason is used to dealing with cheaters, liars, and all sorts of bad boys. But when Aden Marzano walks into Private Peepers looking for a job, she's definitely caught off guard by his perfect body, smooth words, and absolutely knock-out sexy good looks. Aden wants to work for her; Signy needs a surveillance guy – what could go wrong?
Start with some inappropriate interview behavior, up the ante with blackmail and seduction, and end the game with a twist that will change Signy's life forever and you've got SLOW: Part One of The Story of Signy and Aden.
Slow is part one in the five part steamy new adult bedtime story series that will heat you up and leave you begging for more. Look for a new novella each month until the series is complete.
Chapter One
Oh, God. Help me be strong.
It's not something I usually say when interviewing someone for a job, but I need all the freaking help I can get. I look down at my tablet and pretend to read through his resume as I peek through my eyelashes to ogle his ass.
It's hard not to, I mean, he's reaching—stretching his ripped back so that his white t-shirt hugs his torso in the most delicious way—as he gathers his surveillance equipment.
He turns around and I jump back with surprise.
"Sorry," he says. "Didn't realize you were so close." His attention starts at the right place. My eyes. But then his look falls to my full lips, lingers for a few moments, then slips right down my to my low cut halter top.
Where my nipples are standing at attention.
Oh. Just. Kill. Me. Now.
I bring the tablet up to my chest and try to pull myself together. It's not easy. He's quite the specimen. Bright blue eyes, dark hair, and a slight bit of stubble on his face that has me wondering how that might feel between my legs. I smile and stare at his mouth as it moves, but none of his words make it past my fantasy of stripping him naked right here in the parking garage and screwing his brains out.
Wait, did he just ask me a question?
"What?" I ask as I force my eyes to stay on his face and not the huge bulge in his pants.
"Hot out here, I said."
I blush and his mischievous eyes travel down my body again. My nipples are covered by the tablet this time. "Yes, very hot. It's like a hundred and twenty degrees today and standing in this parking garage isn't helping anything, so can you just show me what you've got so I can get back to work upstairs?"
Did I just ask him to show me what he's got? What is wrong with me?
He waves a hand at me to climb into the back of his vehicle. I almost snort at the cliché, but thankfully I hold it down. "You want me to get in your
truck
?"
"How else am I gonna show you what I've got, Mrs. Mason?"
I flash him a pretend smile and correct him. "Miss Mason, actually. And don't call me that. It's just Signy, OK?"
"Sig it is then. Go on, climb in. I've got a nice couch back here."
"A couch?" Why am I not surprised?
"My line of work, remember? It keeps me away from home most nights. I have to find a way to get some shut eye when I can."
Right. The couch is for
shut-eye
.
He climbs in ahead of me, his ass looking even tighter and more squeezable then I ever thought an ass could look, and then turns and offers me his hand. "Come on, I won't bite."
I smile and look down at the bumper so my strappy sandals don't miss when I take that first step, and catch him whispering.
"What?"
He laughs. "I said I don't bite,
much
."
I just stare at him.
"It's a joke, Signy. I really don't bite."
I might've believed him, except the tablet is not covering my perky nipples any longer and they have once again grabbed his attention. He looks like he might be interested in a nibble or two, if you ask me. He glances up as I grab his hand, then pulls me close to him, bumping my girls against his rock hard chest.
"Sorry," he says with no sincerity whatsoever. "It's tight in here."
"Uh huh. Let's just cut the crap and get on with the interview. And I have to tell you, I've never been asked to climb into a man's surveillance truck in order to see his portfolio. This had better be good."
"I'm not your everyday ordinary spy, Signy."
Cocky son-of-a-bitch, isn't he? I sigh though, because he's right. He's so hot the steam is about to start wafting up off his body.
I try and get past him but there is no real way to do that without actually rubbing myself up against his chest. My eyes get lost as I take in a breath and then I catch myself. "It actually is very tight in here—"
Oh shit! I was so busy fucking him in my mind I forgot his name!
"Aden," he inserts into the emptiness I leave behind. "Aden Marzano."
"Right, Aden. I knew that." I hold up my tablet and poke it as exhibit A. "It's a very nice name."
Signy, you just need to shut up right now.
His gaze is back at my nipples. I insert a fingertip into my cleavage and start tracing up my chest, arch my neck as I tickle myself traveling up my throat, and then lick my lips seductively as I pause briefly at my mouth. His eyes follow every single movement and when my fingertip stops at the bridge of my nose they finally meet my gaze. I tap the space between my eyebrows. "If you could please keep your attention up here, I'd appreciate it."
He chuckles, looks back down to my erect nipples, and then traces the imaginary path back up to my eyes once more. "You're hot."
"What?" Geeze, this guy is very forward for being on an interview.
"You look hot. It's baking in here, isn't it? I mean, regardless of what your nipples there think, Miss I-go-braless. So I'll start up the AC and we'll cool down pretty quick. Sound good?"
"I was caught off guard for your information. I thought you were coming tomorrow so I dressed…casual."
Shit! Why am I explaining myself to him? I'm the boss here, he's the one who wants me to hire him as my new surveillance guy for Private Peepers. I used to have a pretty good gig going, catching cheating husbands and wives, but my last spy guy went off and joined a big partnership. I've been looking for a replacement for months but no one qualified could pass the background check and those who could pass the background check, weren't qualified. Mr. I-have-my-own-surveillance-truck here is the first one who might actually be a viable candidate, so I have to at the very least see what's he's got.
"What's with this super-secret truck, anyway?"
He's up in the front seat now, looking through the keys on his key chain. He ignores me until he finds the one he's looking for, then cranks over the engine, flips on some switches, and then finally—
finally
—turns back to my question.
"It's designed to look like any old white SUV work truck on the outside, so when I park it on the street, no one takes any notice of it. But it still has to have everything I need, so I can do my job."
"Oh, that's a pretty smart idea, but you need to show me what you've got pretty fast here because I have a 4:00 appointment with my accountant and it's," I check my tablet, "3:35 already." Has it only been five minutes since I came outside with him?
"Grab the remote off the couch there and have a seat, will ya? You're making me nervous."
I do grab the remote and I do take a seat on the couch, but it only takes me a millisecond to realize this isn't a couch.
It's a love seat.
He plops down next to me and I can smell the man on him.
He catches me sniffing and smells his pits. "Do I stink or something?" He whips his shirt off and throws it into a corner across the truck. "Sorry. I just drove up from New Mexico, so I'm pretty sweaty and gross."
My eyes have no hope. No hope at all. Maybe with a shirt on I could try and keep my mind off his sexy goodness, but now that he's half-naked, I can't be held responsible for my wandering gaze.
And I just have to say—
daaaaaamn
.
He is…he is…shit, the only word that comes to mind is magnificent. Like Stature of David godly. His abs are a perfect—what is that? An eight-pack?
I thought that was an urban legend?
His chest is a golden tan color, like he spends a lot of time outdoors. And he's got a tattoo creeping over his shoulders. I can't tell what it is from this vantage point, but it adds just the right amount of bad-boy to his already perfect badass-ness.
I am in so much trouble.
Aden is either pretending not to notice my gawking to be polite or he's secretly laughing at the lustful attention he's getting from me and holding it in. I can't see his face, so I go with the latter.
He leans back into the love seat and our bodies are touching. He's hot.
Not just like—body-wise. But he's hot to the touch. Like he's got a fire inside of him and being next to me multiplies that heat.
Instead of moving away to create distance he settles in and now he's in contact with me, from my shoulder down to my ankle. I draw in a breath between my teeth.
We are way too close. Much closer than any boss should be to a potential employee during an interview. And both of us are half-naked in the sweltering Las Vegas heat.
Suddenly my body is shivering from the blowing AC and sweating from the closeness of his body at the same time. His shoulders squeeze between me and the edge of his side of the couch, and then he grabs the remote out of my hand, brushing his fingers across my bare thigh.
I gasp a little.
"Sorry, didn't mean to feel ya up, Signy. I've never done an interview with a beautiful woman in a halter top and Daisy Dukes before. This is a first for me."
He smiles coyly at me and I just shake my head. "You have no shirt on, Mr. Marzano. I'd not be talking about my inappropriate choice of clothing if I were you."
"Oh, I don't think your clothes are inappropriate in the least. I love them, actually."
I sneer, I bet he does.
"And I'm sure you're appreciative of my goods as well?"
I try my hardest not to glance down at said goods. "Just get on with it."
He looks me right in the eye as he flips the flat screen on across from us. Moaning and screams of sexual delight fill the cab and he adjusts the volume a little so I can hear him over the vocalizations and groaning. "This is my last case with the Santa Fe PD. I was investigating a high class prostitution ring."
"Do you like it hard, baby?"
The man in screen asks the girl. She emphatically shakes her head as he stuffs his cock down her throat. She opens up and takes him and then bobs back and forth, sending the guy into a string of expletives as he fucks her in the mouth.
My nipples gather up into stiff points again and I'm having a hard time removing my eyes from the scene, but eventually I make my way back over to Aden and smile weakly.
"They're quite fun to watch," he says.
I glance down at the growing bulge in his pants.
"You brought me down here to watch porn with you?"
He stretches his legs out, making his cock rub against his tight jeans, and then drapes his arm over the back of the love seat, brushing past my ponytail and briefly flitting his fingertips across my exposed neck.
