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Lucas
Now I’m in a better mood. As soon as I left my apartment, I had my head back in the game.
Just one taste of Ella was all I needed to regain control of my mind. I love the fight in her, the challenge in her words and the derision in her gaze. I love everything about her except for one thing; I haven’t broken her yet.
Dixie was curious when I asked her to arrange the dress for this evening. The fact I picked it out myself from Dior and had them arrange delivery, shocked her a little. Just imagining Ella naked under the finest silk has given me a permanent hard on which was mighty uncomfortable during my meeting with Hastings Wallace, the journalist who has hounded me for months. The fact she came onto me the whole time and kept flicking her gaze to the bulge in my pants, made her think it was all for her.
Thinking about the amazing article she’s sure to write just to win a dinner invitation makes me laugh inside. She’s certainly attractive enough and ordinarily I would even consider a one nighter with her but not now. Not now I have Ella Quinn. My wild flower who is ripe for the picking. The innocent creature who is both appalled and fascinated by me in equal measures.
Maybe this inconvenience could be just what the doctor prescribed because I haven’t felt so alive in years. This is different, interesting and completely unlike the games I usually play. Maybe I’ll keep her, not tell her when the coast is clear and use her for my own distraction. She will never know unless I tell her, so as I wrap up the meeting with Hastings, Ella Quinn’s fate is sealed. She’s mine now until I get bored. Then she can go home safe in the knowledge it’s over—but not until I say it is.
* * *
Dixie looksup as I pass her desk at 6.30. She smiles because the only time I leave this early is if I have a function to attend and she knows that’s not the case this time.
“Have a good evening, Lucas.”
“You too, Dixie, any plans?”
“Dinner with Johnson’s parents.”
I pull a face and she laughs. “My thoughts exactly.”
“Then don’t go.”
“Difficult. We’re not all like you, sir. Some of us have to do what’s expected for the greater good.”
“Then I pity you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
She grins and I nod as I walk away. Dixie is engaged to Johnson Bowdray, an up-and-coming politician who rolls with the right people at the right time. Despite not being from the right family, Johnson is besotted with my assistant after I introduced them one weekend at my ranch in the mountains. Occasionally I invite business contacts for a recreational weekend to secure my business, and this was one of them. To be fair, I like Johnson, if I didn’t, he would never have been invited and having a senator in my tight circle won’t be a bad thing. The organization I belong to controls rather than obeys, and it’s not unusual for us to whisper words of change in an official ear. Ryder holds the same power and there are three more of us, which is why this shit needs sorting because if someone knows about the significance of the gold coin, our very organization is in jeopardy.
It takes me thirty minutes to shower and change, and tonight I plan on capturing my prey. I dress accordingly and pull on my black suit, paired with a black shirt. All in black to match my heart and the thoughts I have for passing the evening. Ella Quinn will provide a pleasing sacrifice and I will enjoy a pleasant evening doing something decadent and wrong on so many levels.
I wait for her in the dining room just before 7. Despite the heat in Vegas, I have the air conditioning turned up high and have lit a fire in the huge fireplace that dominates the room. Tom has done a good job in setting the scene and the candles that burn on every surface add to the heat and the intensity in the room.
The food is resting under the silver domes on the side and the champagne is on ice in the bucket on the stand by my seat. Everything is set for an evening of pleasure and I am impatient to play hard.
On the dot of 7 the door opens and Ella heads nervously into the room. I just stare in amazement at the change a dress can make. She looks astonishing as she tries to walk in the six-inch heels I had delivered around an hour ago, and I appreciate the effort she has made with her hair and make-up. Her dark hair is swept to the side and fastened with a beautiful emerald encrusted comb, another gift from me that I couldn’t pass by. My balls tighten when she moves because the fact she’s naked under the dress is evident as her nipples peak and push against the silken fabric. She looks nervous and I’m not surprised because I can be an intimidating bastard when I want to be and I want to be most of the time.
“You look beautiful, Ella, I’m happy to see the dress fits.”
“It does, thank you.”
She’s nervous and I hand her a flute of champagne and say in a low voice, “Come and stand by the fire.”
She crosses the room and takes the glass, and I see the nerves reflected in her eyes. She almost can’t look at me, and I’m the bastard who loves every minute of it.
“So, you have some questions.”
She’s straight down to business, which impresses me. There is no lingering gaze, no apparent flirting in her eyes, and no desire to trap me in any way. Just a woman who is keen to do what she must before being set free. It’s a shame she doesn’t know what will that involve.
“Yes, the woman who came to collect the coin, what can you tell me about her?”
“Not a lot. She was pretty, blonde hair, I can’t remember the color of her eyes though. Average height but she had a hard edge, looked as if she knew her way around town if you know what I mean.”
“So, she was a whore?”
