Temptation (The Temptation Series) (20 page)

“So, I thought you could sit
in on the meeting and take some notes, as the agreement will need to be amended.
Go and grab your laptop and tell Chelsea to come in.” I put my hand up to my
forehead in a salute.

“Yes Sir.” As I went to turn
and leave he grabbed my hand and kissed it, he then proceeded to trail kisses
down my wrist hitting that very sensitive spot behind your elbow which made my
legs weak, he kept creeping kisses up my arm, across my chest and up my neck.
I
can’t keep letting him do this to me.
He found my mouth again and took
control with such sweet softness, it was a very different kiss to before but
again, I had never been kissed like this and it was intoxicating. He broke away
and placed another light kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Please.” He said and opened
the door for me.

Chelsea had been checking her
reflection in a little compact mirror when I walked out, she quickly slid it in
her pocket, in the hope that it had gone unnoticed.
Stupid tart!
I
unplugged my laptop and asked her to follow me, as I opened the door to his
office she went to enter before me, I let go of the door and it nearly knocked
her off her feet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my bad, I
need another set of arms.” She glared at me, Bryce witnessed my ‘not so accidental
slip’ and smirked.
I’ll see that smirk, and raise you another smirk, Mr
Clark.

“Chelsea, thanks for meeting
with me this afternoon.” He held out a chair for her at the conference table,
she sat and he pushed her in, he then held a chair out for me, I sat and turned
on the lap top opening a word document ready to take notes. Taking a seat next
to me, he casually dropped his hand so that it rested on my leg under the
table, I froze and glanced at him through the corner of my eye. Thank goodness
for the lap top and jug of water blocking Chelsea’s view.

“Here is the draft agreement
for this year. There are a number of guests attending the Tel V’s that are very
High Profile, in particular 4life, they will need to be transferred by the Bell
Jet Ranger, that’s been stated in section 5, their itinerary is also mentioned
and as you can imagine, will need to be followed quite strictly. He started to
move his hand up my thigh, I could only imagine the expression on my face,
looking like one of those Pantomimes with the white painted face, who always
looks shocked. Chelsea was going on about Cyclic Stick Controls, and Rotors and
Blah Blah Blah. Bryce maintained the conversation not to mention his composure,
however I was completely lost, what was I supposed to be typing? It dawned on
me that Bryce only wanted me here for one reason and it wasn’t to take notes, I
had to type something, surely it would be obvious if I just sat here. I clicked
on font size 48 and changed the colour to red, this will get his attention and
hopefully disguise my lack of Helicopter note taking, I began to type.

STOP IT

He licked his lips and
babbled on about Squash Plates and Collectives, his hand squeezed my thigh and
moved slightly closer to the spot he was aiming for.

BRYCE EDWARD CLARK, YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY, STOP IT
NOW!

“Excuse me Chelsea. Alexis,
you need to write it like this.” He leant over and started typing, this gave
him the ability to do two things, one, get his finger underneath my underwear
and two, type a cheeky response. He began to massage my clitoris,
Oh Fuck.
I looked at the screen.

YOU WANT IT, I CAN FEEL IT!

Oh I wanted it alright
.

“Oh, really Mr Clark? I
thought it was like this?” I typed again.

YES I WANT YOU NOW!

His eyes practically bulged
out of his head; he began to pack up the papers

“Chelsea we can finish……”
Fuck
he’s going to get rid of her.

“Sorry, sorry to interrupt
but Mrs Clark, is it like this?” Chelsea snorted as if to say I was hopeless.

ONLY KIDDING, NOW STOP IT

I shut my legs on his hand
and he put his free hand through his hair.
Uh huh the tell-tale sign I was
getting to him.

“No Alexis, definitely not.
It has to be like this.” His tone, had an edge of annoyance.

FUCK YOU DRIVE ME WILD

I laughed, he tried ever so slightly to pry my legs apart but
years on the Wide Leg Press at gym ended his attempts.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mr Clark,
you’re right.” I continued typing so it looked like I was correcting my so
called error. Chelsea rolled her eyes at Bryce, he just smiled at her.
The
joke is on you Bitch!

YOUR TURN NOW MR CLARK!

I lowered my hand and removed
his, he fought it at first but surrendered when I dug my new Gels into his
Dorsal, he retreated quickly and rubbed his hands together. I placed my hand on
his leg, my arm was shorter than his so couldn’t stretch any further without
looking strange.
Crap, damn you little arms. Think Alexis, think!
I
smiled, leant forward and poured myself a drink of water. I strategically
placed the glass close to the edge of the table, he sat up straight. S
hit
he’s on to me, here goes.
Very inconspicuously, I knocked the glass into
his lap.

“Oh No, Mr Clark, I’m so
sorry, I’m such a klutz.” I grabbed the napkin next to the water jug and began
patting his groin, very firmly and slowly.
Ah, there we go. Fuck that feels
very nice.

“I’m so sorry My Clark.” I looked
up at him and batted my eyelids, he grabbed my hand and took the napkin,
Hey,
I grabbed another napkin and continued my patting of his very wet and full package.

“Thank you Alexis, I can take
it from here.” I handed him the second napkin and produced one monster of a
‘smirk’, Chelsea’s mouth was agape.

“I think that’s all Chelsea,
if you wouldn’t mind getting your father to go over those few amendments and
get it back to me tomorrow.” He got up and escorted Chelsea out whilst I packed
up the lap top and wiped the chair down, she must’ve said something about my
clumsiness on her way out, because Bryce replied with, ‘It’s only water.’

He closed the door and kept
his back to me for what seemed like eternity, he slowly turned around and the
devilish grin plastered across his face had me squirming on the spot. He began
to unbutton his pants, my heart skipped more than just a beat, he slowly
unzipped his trousers and they fell to the floor.
Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck.
He stood there in his underwear, the man was simply a god, his quads were
flexed and hard, I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Stay cool Alexis, you
can still win this.

“Your underwear is wet too.”
I eyed his crouch as I poured myself another glass, this time with the
intention of actually having a drink. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic
waistband and pulled them down kicking them aside, I nearly spat my mouthful.

“You wanted this, Ms
Summers?”
Holly Shit, he’s got me, I have nothing left.
I tried to shake
my head in answer to his question when a rebellious smile crept across his
face. He was standing there with not a care in the world, his superb erection
at full stretch,
Fuck that’s gloriously huge.

“Bryce Edward Clark, you stay
right there.” He mimicked me by slowly shaking his head from side to side and
that devilish grin came back, he’s going to set upon me any second I know it. I
quickly scouted the room; in front of me was my main weapon, the large oval
conference table. To my left approximately 5 metres away was his desk; in equal
distance to my right was the door to his apartment. 2 metres in front of the
conference table was the lounge area of 3 sofas and a coffee table, then it was
open space to the door. He lunged in my direction and I squealed.
The table
Alexis, stay behind the table.
He stopped directly opposite me and eyed me
ferociously.
I’m screwed!
He motioned to his right, so did I, then back
to his left, I copied.

“You won’t win this one
Alexis.”

“Watch me, Bryce.” I stepped
to my right, then left then doubled back and headed for his apartment door. My
downfall was the fact I had to scan my keycard and that took a lot longer than
I had planned. He grabbed me and I screamed, hauling me up over his shoulder, he
punched in a door code and entered his apartment. My head was only centimetres
from his amazing bare arse, so I slapped it hard which made him grunt.

“Put me down Mr Clark.” I was
laughing uncontrollably, we passed the staircase.
Ok good, not going to the
bedroom.
Then we passed the lounge.
Right, I’m now lost.

“Where are you taking me?” He
tightened his grip.

“You wanted wet, you’re
getting wet.”
Wet? What does he mean Wet? Oh Shit, No!
He pushed the
Bi-Fold doors open and walked to the edge of the pool.

“Bryce Clark, don’t you
dare!”

“I love it when you dare me.”
He entered the pool one step at a time.

“Bryce No, I’m sorry, I’m
sorry.” I was screaming and laughing but I knew it wasn’t going to do me any
good, he kept going. I straightened up as the water level got higher and then
we were in, I came up for air the same time he did.

“You Prick.” I punched him in
the shoulder and he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, I pushed off him and
splashed water in his face. Laughing we swirled around each other breathing
quick and hard, I remembered he had no pants on and tried to look down into the
water.

“Would you like a pair of
goggles Ms Summers?” His smirk was back, I sunk down under the water and
wriggled my blouse off, surfacing I took another breath and went under again. I
swam up to his groin, his legs were open, so I swam between them blowing out my
breath harsh as I passed under his manhood. I surfaced behind him and wrapped
my arms and legs around his body, he grabbed my legs like a piggyback and dived
under. Slipping to his front I kissed him under the water and when we surfaced
our lips were still locked. I could seriously kiss this man until I ran out of
breath.

“Alexis, will you give me a
week?” I wanted to but it was impossible.

“How?”

“Don’t worry about the how? I
need to know if you will?”

“Yes, I will give you a week
but it is impossible.” He moved his hands down the sides of my face.

“Nothing is impossible.”

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

I wanted to stay in the pool
with him all night but the simple fact of the matter was I couldn’t because
waiting at home for me were my two adorable children and my loving husband. I
don’t know how he planned on me staying with him for a week, he seemed quite
adamant that it was going to happen, my gut told me he’d find a way but my head
said it was impossible. I had no doubt I would fall for him in that week,
because deep down inside I already had, that was obvious to me as there was no
way in hell I would be here in a pool with him, if I hadn’t. I pulled away from
him, grabbed my floating blouse and swam to the edge of the pool. There were
towels neatly folded on the ends of the sun lounges, I climbed up the pool
steps, took one and draped it over myself. Thank goodness my shoes had fallen
off because the rest of my clothing was well and truly soaked. Bryce swam to
the edge and followed me out, I passed him a towel and caught another glimpse. Just
the sheer sight of him made me blush, he was immaculate.
Stop staring you
perve.

“Are you sure you don’t want
the towel back, Alexis?” He was drying between his legs, then very casually
swung the towel around his waist and secured it. I wanted that towel back more
than anything, the sight of his erection made my throat dry and wet at the same
time. There was so much more to him than he’s stunning physique, I think it was
the ‘much more to him’ that I had fallen for. He was playful, challenging, kind
and intelligent; he took pride in himself and his possessions and never did
anything by half. He was down to earth yet, displayed a shield of power and
authority, it was all these qualities that drew me in, I was simply captivated
by this man.

“I will give you a week Bryce
but I’m certainly not going to ask Rick for it and I will certainly not go
behind his back. I believe in fate, signs and chances, so if it is meant to be,
it will be, in the meantime I cannot keep crossing the line with you. I know we
haven’t had sex but what we are doing is still wrong and it’s killing me, I
don’t want to be a cheating whore, anymore.” He grabbed my arms and glared at
me.

“You are not a cheating
whore, don’t ever say that.

“Bryce I am, you have seen
me, kissed me, touched me and I have seen you, kissed you and touched you. I’m
so disgusted in myself, It’s just I can’t help it when I’m with you.” He pulled
me into an embrace and kissed my head.

“I’m sorry Alexis, I’m sorry
I have forced you to break your vows, to question your morals, I never meant to
hurt you.” Now I was glaring at him.

“This is not your fault, you
are not married, you are not even in a relationship.”

“But you are and I wouldn’t
leave you alone.” He sounded disappointed.

“I didn’t want you to and I
still don’t, Bryce.”