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Authors: Terry Towers

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His mood
softened. "What does that have to do with me? Richard Lawson was
nothing to me. I apologize for your loss. But to be frank, why
should I care?"

"Money. He
left you money."

He huffed,
slightly insulted. He opened the door wide to his penthouse, which
lead to the main room, with its cathedral ceilings. The entire room
reeked of high-society and money. "I HAVE money. I
own
this
building as a matter of fact. You can have whatever is coming to me
with my blessing."

Before he
could attempt to shut her out a third time, her mood suddenly
changed and she gave him a look of determination as she brushed
past him and entered his penthouse.

What the
fuck? Is she for real?
He watched dumbfounded as she strolled
into the main room, and walked over to the large picture window
which overlooked Central Park and stared out.

"It's really
beautiful from up here."

Relenting, and
getting the feeling that the only way he was going to get her to
leave his home was to hear her out, he closed the door, walked up
behind her and stood at her side.

"Okay, if it
means you'll leave, then tell me what you need me to sign - or
whatever."

She gave him a
relieved smile that tugged at his resolve slightly. If signing
something meant that he'd rid himself of Richard Lawson's daughter
for good then he was all for it. He had his own small fortune,
built from his own hard work without taking a dime from Richard.
He'd refused to take money from Richard, not even for college, and
he wasn't about to take money from him now that he was dead.

She motioned
towards the brown leather sofa. "May I?"

She barges
into my house and now she is requesting permission to sit,
unbelievable?
"By all mean, make yourself at home." If she
noticed the sarcasm in his tone, she made no show of it. He watched
as she walked over to the sofa, his eyes not helping but dip down
to her round ass under the tight denim. His dick immediately went
on the alert.

Ahhh
Dammit!

He quickly
made his way over to one of the armchairs facing her and propped
one ankle over the opposite knee, concealing any sign of his
beginning arousal. He silently cursed himself for answering the
door in nothing but boxers. Hell, he cursed even harder that he
even answered the door at all.

She ran a hand
through her long silken blonde locks and then peered up at him.
"Okay, I'll just cut to the chase."

"Please
do."

"I need you to
come back to Boston with me and live in the manor for a month. At
that time the inheritance will be released and we can go about our
separate ways."

 

 

****

 

 

His look of
condescension turned to one of shock, before he finally burst out
laughing.
Oh, that can't be good
, Angelica thought to
herself, as she watched the rapid change of his expressions as he
digested the information. But at least she was inside and reasoning
with him. That was a start. And there was no way in hell she was
leaving without his word to come back with her. However,
considering that he was wealthy in is own right, it made this a
little trickier than she'd anticipated.

Why couldn't
he have been poor? Better yet, so unattractive that her eyes
wouldn't want to roam his beautiful body or her mind wouldn't
wonder what he was concealing under those boxers. Living with him
and not wanting him was going to be a problem, since her body was
already tingling just by looking at him, despite his hostile
demeanour towards her.

"You're out of
your mind Angelica," he finally said once the bout of laughter
subsided, with a shake of his head. "No way."

"But, Logan."
Her heart began beating rapidly. No, no, no. She
needed
him
to come back with her. "I need the money, you don't understand. I
get nothing if you don't agree. I'll be homeless in a month."

He rolled his
eyes at her. "Then get a job
princess
, because there is no
way in
fuck
I'm leaving my home and my business here in New
York to live in Boston for a month. No way!"

"It's only
four hours away, you can commute."

He laughed -
hard. "No fucking way."

"Please Logan.
I'll do anything you want.
Anything
. Name it."

Logan huffed.
"There's nothing that I want from you Angelica."

"Anything."
She was pleading now, she could hear the desperation in her voice
and cringed inwardly at it, but she had no choice.

His expression
went blank and his eyes travelled up and down her body, slowly,
suggestively. She squirmed on the sofa, his intense stare causing
her pussy to throb and her juices to pool between her legs. This
was wrong. Wasn't it? Should her body be reacting this way towards
him? Did it really matter? Had she not been told and met him on the
streets she wouldn't have known who he was to her and it wouldn't
have mattered then, why now?

Taking a deep
breath in, she released it clearing the unwanted thoughts from her
head. This was neither the time nor the place for crazy thoughts
like the ones she was having. "Please."

Once his eyes
were finished their blatant, bordering on lewd, exploration of her
body his eyes locked onto hers. "Alright. On one condition."

Angelica
smiled. Excitement rushed through her and she had to restrain
herself from leaping from the sofa, rushing over to him, throwing
her arms around his neck and showering him with kisses.
"Anything!"

He cocked a
brow at her and gave her a sarcastic smile. "Anything."

She nodded.
"Anything! Name it and it's yours. Whatever I can do for you."

"No matter
what it is?"

"No matter,"
she confirmed, her eyes dancing with happiness. Besides, what
could
he possibly want from her? "Just tell me what you want
and it's yours."

"Alright. I'll
do it, but if you say no to
anything
I request the deal is
off and I am back in New York without looking back."

Angelica's
smile faded slightly. This didn't sound
too
good to her. In
fact it sounded bad,
really
bad. "May I ask what it is you
want?"

He gave her a
wink. "Let's just keep that as a little surprise for now."

 

 

Chapter
2

 

 

Why am I so
nervous? It's a simple business arrangement. That's all.
But
she couldn't help it. Logan was due to arrive at any moment and
there was something about the way they had left things between
them... She shook her head at herself. She was being silly. He was
there for the money and to help her out. But the look in his eyes
when she'd said
anything
and that smirk on his lips when he
told her what he wanted was going to be a surprise made her
uneasy.

She peered at
her expression in her vanity mirror, something was not right.
Earrings! Her diamond stud earrings didn't match the simple black
tube dress she was wearing. She opened the top drawer of her vanity
and began to look for her silver hoops when a chill ran up her
spine.

Her body
tensed and she slowly lifted her eyes and screamed.

"Whoa, is that
anyway to greet your new roommate for the month?"

Spinning
around, eyes narrowed, her heart racing, she glared at him and
jabbed at his shoulder with her fist. "You jackass! How did you get
in here! I didn't hear the doorbell. You nearly gave me a heart
attack!"

Laughing, he
opened his right palm and dangled a set of keys before her eyes.
"
Uncle
Clayton gave me a set."

"Well, you
could have at least rang the doorbell."

His grin
widened. "But I live here. Why would I ring the doorbell,
Princess
?" he had a little smirk on his face -
the
smirk - that made her uneasy.

He had a
point, she knew this, but it didn't make her less angry. "But this
is my
private
room Logan."

Logan turned
and shrugged as he walked away. "Yeah, I get it. I'm intruding
here. I'll just leave and drop the keys back to Uncle Clayton on my
way back to New York. Good luck finding a job."

Oh shit,
shit, shit!
Chasing after him, she caught him just as he was
exiting her room. As her hand enclosed on his upper arm, he stopped
in mid-stride. "I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I was startled.
Don't go, please."

Logan slowly
turned to face her. He looked down at the keys in his hand then
back up at her, meeting her eyes. He was playing with her; she
could see the amusement in his gaze. Had he seriously been planning
on leaving? She didn't know, but didn't want to chance it.

"Alright. I'll
stay." He thrust the keys into his pants pocket.

Angelica let
out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Good. Thank
you."

"You know, it
was a long drive and I'm famished. Why don't you go fix me
something to eat."

"Oh, yeah.
Sorry, I should have offered you a tour. Let me show you where the
kitchen is."

"I already
gave myself a tour. No need. I took the bedroom right there." He
nodded towards the room two doors down from her. "But I want
you
to make me something."

What do I
look like his fucking servant? Oh God!
Her eyes widened as she
stared up at him, her jaw going slack, as what he had in mind for
her started to fall into place. She could see it in his deep green
eyes that challenged her to say no.

"So let me get
this straight. Am I supposed to be some sort of servant of yours
for the next month?"

Logan reached
out and touched her cheek, trailing his index finger along her jaw,
to grasp her chin in his hand. She wanted to sigh at his sensual,
yet possessive touch. She wanted to dislike him, but at the same
time she wanted him.

"Something
like that," he responded.

She gulped
down the lump forming in her throat. She had to suck it up. It was
only a month. Once the month was over her inheritance would be hers
and she could say goodbye to Logan forever. Maybe seeing her squirm
was what he wanted. Two could play that game. Pasting on a broad
smile she nodded, she'd kill the bastard with kindness. "Oh course.
Anything in particular you'd like prepared...
Sir
?"

Returning her
smile he dropped his hand from her chin and shrugged. "As long as
it doesn't have onions I'll be a happy man."

I bet you
will
.

 

 

****

 

 

Logan did a
little more exploring of the house and grounds while Angelica set
off to prepare him something to eat. Calling him 'Sir' earlier was
pretty cheeky of her. This might be a little more fun than he'd
originally anticipated. Truth was he was extremely attracted to her
and if he'd allow himself he was sure he'd have an interest in her.
But he couldn't allow himself. He wouldn't.

Roughly a half
hour from the time she rushed off, he made his way into the
kitchen. The delicious aroma assaulted his nostrils before he
crossed the threshold. Walking into the kitchen he was surprised to
see she had the small kitchen table already set up and his portion
served and waiting.

"I hope you
like filet minion and veggies. No onions." She gave him a wide
smile, that didn't quite carry through to her blue eyes and she
motioned to table. "Sit down and tell me what you'd like to me get
you to drink."

"Beer."

"Beer?"
Already in the process of opening a bottle of red wine, she stopped
and gave him a looked that bordered on horror at the suggestion. He
snickered to himself.
I guess the Lawson family aren't beer
drinkers.
She set the bottle of wine on the countertop and went
over to the fridge. Opening it she grabbed a beer from the bottom
shelf and brought it over to him.

"Not a beer
drinker princess?"

Her body
visibly tensed, but she kept a smile pasted on her lips. "Oh I love
beer.
Love
!"

"That wouldn't
happen to be sarcasm would it?" He twisted off the cover to the
bottle and took a long swig. She rolled her eyes at him as she
walked back over to the counter and proceeded to open the bottle of
wine and pour herself a glass. With a snicker, he cut off a piece
of the steak and took a bite. It was surprisingly delicious, moist
and a perfect medium rare. "Why don't you have something to eat?
This is delicious Angelica."

Finishing off
her glass of wine she shook her head. "Going out in a bit."

He stopped
eating and clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth as he once
again gave her body a once over. The dress fell above mid-thigh and
the bodice hugged her breasts. The cool air of the kitchen had
turned her nipples into hardened peaks pushing against the spandex
material.

"So where
to?'' He raised an inquisitive brow, attempting to appear
casual.

"Just a place.
A club. You wouldn't be interested." She attempted to leave, but
Logan was up out of his chair and blocking her path before she
could make it to the doorway.

"Which
club?"

Anger flashed
within her eyes, as she glared at him. "The Excess Club. No
offense, but you're
not
invited." She made an attempt to
walk past him, but his arm shot out, slipped around her waist and
pulled her tight to him.

His jaw tensed
as he tried to control his desire for her. Her soft, sweet smelling
body was so tight to him. His dick immediately hardened and
strained against his jeans, begging to be unleashed.

"Let me go
Logan." She made a half-assed attempt to push away from him, but he
held tight.

"What if I
want to go?" He met her challenging glare with one of his own.
"Maybe I'd like to see what the great city of Boston has to offer
in the way of hot spots?"

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