Beguile her: Laws of Seduction Book 2 Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ava Hayworth
Feeling completely baffled by this statement, I cannot wait to be home where I can call Jett.
“So you and Davis?” James presses.
I narrow my eyes at him. We are back to that are we? “How about this,” I bargain. “I will tell you about Davis if you tell me about Elizabeth.”
James raises his eyebrows in genuine surprise. “Elizabeth? Elizabeth Duffy?” he clarifies.
“Yes, Elizabeth Duffy. You know, your date for tonight.”
“Elizabeth isn’t my date. I am here alone tonight.”
Well, I guess that is something. “Let me clarify then. I am referring to all the inter-office flirting, and every time I turn around, you are together.”
James seems taken aback. “Are you jealous? Of Elizabeth?”
To cover up my embarrassment, I say the first thing that pops into my head. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander?”
James cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re kind of a nerd, did you know that? A gorgeous, hot and sexy one, but all the same a nerd.”
Is he flirting with me? I scrunch my nose up at him, and James smiles warmly at me, his dimple peeking out. I melt. Okay, he is definitely flirting with me. Maybe it is not the smartest thing to be in a dark, well at least relatively dark, and enclosed space with James McAllister, I think dreamily.
Sounds from the corridor penetrate our little bubble. I raise alarmed eyes to James, who just shrugs. “I think someone is looking for you.”
I widen my eyes in outrage. Ya think? “What are we going to do?”
“There isn’t much we can do,” he says smiling smugly. “It’s hard to escape from a boat, so I imagine he will just keep looking until he finds you.” I narrow my eyes at him.
At that moment there is a knock at the door. I turn and look at the door in horror before turning back to James. I hiss, “You stay here.” He raises his hands as if in surrender, but I know better. He is enjoying every moment of this. I wave my hands, frantically indicating that he is to stand behind the door. I am just going to have to brazen this out I think. I unlock the door and open it just enough for me to squeeze out before closing it again. The corridor is narrow. Davis, who is standing in front of the door, has no time or room to back up a step, so I am pressed right up against him.
“Lainey, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.” He gives the door behind me a puzzled look.
“I got held up talking to people. You know how it is,” I say lamely, taking his arm and pulling him back down the corridor.
Luckily, Davis does not question me further. I heave an inward sigh of relief as we head back up to the deck. We arrive back on deck to a spectacular view of the Statue of Liberty on our right and the Manhattan skyline on our left. Inside my bag my phone pings. Pulling out my bag, I see that I have a text message from James.
You never answered my question.
I look around to see if he has followed us up to the deck. I see him, but he seems engrossed in conversation with one of the senior partners. I deliberate what to answer back, and then decide that silence is best. Let him stew.
We have been moored off the southern tip of Manhattan in front of the Statue of Liberty for at least an hour when the cruise ship starts back up the East River.
CHAPTER 4
I wake up Saturday morning – or rather afternoon – feeling sluggish and headachy. I hadn’t drunk that much the night before, so I attribute my lethargy to dehydration and the crazy ups and downs from the week. Looking into the refrigerator, I see that shopping is on the agenda for the day. I drink the last of the orange juice, swallowing an ibuprofen along with it.
Under a pelting stream of hot water, I replay my conversation with Davis from the night before. Surprisingly, he had not been all that shocked when I explained that I was struggling with feelings for someone else. He had suspected that there was more going on with the guy from the
“So you and Davis?” James presses.
I narrow my eyes at him. We are back to that are we? “How about this,” I bargain. “I will tell you about Davis if you tell me about Elizabeth.”
James raises his eyebrows in genuine surprise. “Elizabeth? Elizabeth Duffy?” he clarifies.
“Yes, Elizabeth Duffy. You know, your date for tonight.”
“Elizabeth isn’t my date. I am here alone tonight.”
Well, I guess that is something. “Let me clarify then. I am referring to all the inter-office flirting, and every time I turn around, you are together.”
James seems taken aback. “Are you jealous? Of Elizabeth?”
To cover up my embarrassment, I say the first thing that pops into my head. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander?”
James cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re kind of a nerd, did you know that? A gorgeous, hot and sexy one, but all the same a nerd.”
Is he flirting with me? I scrunch my nose up at him, and James smiles warmly at me, his dimple peeking out. I melt. Okay, he is definitely flirting with me. Maybe it is not the smartest thing to be in a dark, well at least relatively dark, and enclosed space with James McAllister, I think dreamily.
Sounds from the corridor penetrate our little bubble. I raise alarmed eyes to James, who just shrugs. “I think someone is looking for you.”
I widen my eyes in outrage. Ya think? “What are we going to do?”
“There isn’t much we can do,” he says smiling smugly. “It’s hard to escape from a boat, so I imagine he will just keep looking until he finds you.” I narrow my eyes at him.
At that moment there is a knock at the door. I turn and look at the door in horror before turning back to James. I hiss, “You stay here.” He raises his hands as if in surrender, but I know better. He is enjoying every moment of this. I wave my hands, frantically indicating that he is to stand behind the door. I am just going to have to brazen this out I think. I unlock the door and open it just enough for me to squeeze out before closing it again. The corridor is narrow. Davis, who is standing in front of the door, has no time or room to back up a step, so I am pressed right up against him.
“Lainey, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.” He gives the door behind me a puzzled look.
“I got held up talking to people. You know how it is,” I say lamely, taking his arm and pulling him back down the corridor.
Luckily, Davis does not question me further. I heave an inward sigh of relief as we head back up to the deck. We arrive back on deck to a spectacular view of the Statue of Liberty on our right and the Manhattan skyline on our left. Inside my bag my phone pings. Pulling out my bag, I see that I have a text message from James.
You never answered my question.
I look around to see if he has followed us up to the deck. I see him, but he seems engrossed in conversation with one of the senior partners. I deliberate what to answer back, and then decide that silence is best. Let him stew.
We have been moored off the southern tip of Manhattan in front of the Statue of Liberty for at least an hour when the cruise ship starts back up the East River.
CHAPTER 4
I wake up Saturday morning – or rather afternoon – feeling sluggish and headachy. I hadn’t drunk that much the night before, so I attribute my lethargy to dehydration and the crazy ups and downs from the week. Looking into the refrigerator, I see that shopping is on the agenda for the day. I drink the last of the orange juice, swallowing an ibuprofen along with it.
Under a pelting stream of hot water, I replay my conversation with Davis from the night before. Surprisingly, he had not been all that shocked when I explained that I was struggling with feelings for someone else. He had suspected that there was more going on with the guy from the
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