Page 5 of Tempt Me

3.

JASE

Some people guard their secrets, but Chloe Archer is an open book. Twenty minutes with that girl tells me everything I need to know:

She’s gorgeous, sexy, and damn, does she need a good fuck.

It was a surprise to walk through the door and find such an irresistible package. Teasing brown eyes, a sweet mouth made to suck cock, and legs that go to heaven and back. I could tell by the way she was watching me she was just picturing what I could do with those slim thighs spread wide open—or better yet, wrapped around my shoulders as I show her just how a real man likes to eat pussy.

All. Day. Long.

So why am I heading back to my office alone, without so much as her phone number? Any other girl would have fallen over herself to press her digits into my palm—her body, too. Hell, most women would have found us an empty storage closet and gone at it right there, not caring if anyone walked in and saw them coming their sweet brains out.

And fuck that ring on her finger, too. In my long, hard experience, that doesn’t make a blind bit of difference—especially when they’re looking at me like a prime cut of steak when they’ve been on a diet too long.

Except Chloe.

I was surprised, I haven’t had a woman shut me down like that since, well, never. No flirting, no hiding the ring, either. And sure, she looked, but everything about her screamed “hands off.”

So is she really in love with this Max guy?

Nah. More likely she’s got her eye on the prize, and those fifteen carats on her finger are just the beginning. The minute there’s a gold band joining it, she’s got her hooks into a slice of the Mainwaring fortune worth millions. No wonder she thinks a quick fuck isn’t worth the price.

She just doesn’t know yet: with me, it would be.

*

Back at my office, I’ve barely gotten the door unlocked before the girls from next door appear in the hallway. “Hi Jase,” they chorus, looking hot and sweaty in tiny Lycra booty shorts.

Yeah, setting up shop next door to a yoga studio has its perks.

“Molly, Jules, how’s it going, ladies?”

“Awesome. But you look kind of tense.” Molly comes closer. She reaches up on tiptoes to massage my shoulders. “When are we going to get you into a class?”

“Hot yoga,” Jules agrees. “Your body sweats all the toxins right out.”

“No thanks, love. The only time I break a sweat is in the boxing ring.”

Or in bed. I’m still imagining Chloe’s lithe body twisting up in a pretzel and could use the release. But I know better than to shit where I eat, and as sexy as these girls are, I’m not in the market for morning-after drama, not when there’s work to be done.

“You should stop by anyway.” Jules winks. “You can watch.”

I laugh. “Don’t tempt me, darlin’.”

They head back to their studio, and I get inside. My office used to be a tailor’s shop, a real old-world guy from Italy, so I pretty much left it be. Two rooms, private and dark, just the way I like it. Today, I’ve got emails waiting, and wouldn’t you know? They’re all about my new case.

Mrs. Mainwaring-to-be.

You came highly recommended, but I’m not seeing results.

I tried calling you twice today, what have you found?

Call me!

I hit delete. Someone’s getting antsy. I don’t know who’s behind the anonymous email account—or the fat retainer—but whoever they are, they want dirt on Chloe Archer, and fast. They said it was just a regular background check, but it’s clear from the daily demands there’s nothing regular about it.

I’d bet good money one of those posh Mainwarings isn’t so thrilled about Maxwell’s whirlwind romance, and want to check out the skeletons in Chloe’s closet before she says “I do.”