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  Book 3—Unbearable Passion

  Exposed

  By: Scarlett Avery

  © Scarlett Avery 2014

  ISBN: 978-0-9938604-2-3

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  Chapter 1

  “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Bryce asks the question without even turning around. Bryce is already up, sitting at the large glass table in his hotel room that had witnessed our romp a few weeks ago, and I’m sure he’s already masterminding his next business takeover.

  “I did,” I say from the bed. “Did you?”

  He turns around and looks at me with a warm smile. “I love sleeping next to you.” I can’t help but smile and cover my head with the sheets. This is all so surreal to me and parts of my brain and heart have not processed the fact that Bryce Van Der Linden has fallen for me.

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s nine o’clock.”

  “Already? You’re up so early. You’re not jetlagged?”

  “I travel too much to be jetlagged. My body recovers quickly these days.”

  I wish I could say the same. I still feel totally exhausted.

  “I’m sure a cup of coffee will wake you up.”

  “You’re right. I should get up and we can go for breakfast.”

  “I’ve been rethinking about our conversation at the back of the Benz in Paris after our day trip to Versailles.”

  “You have?”

  “You look quite different with your shorter blonde hair from the articles online and that’s why I didn’t recognize you, but your name rang a bell and when I did a Google search for Sofia Herrera this morning, it confirmed my suspicions. Your story made headlines for weeks. It was a big deal.”

  Oh my God, I didn’t even think that once he knew my real name he’d try to find out more about me.

  “It was a huge deal and it nearly killed me emotionally,” I say with a lump in my throat.

  “I’m sorry things got so bad you...”

  He stops in mid-sentence and lowers his gaze.

  “I had to take a job with Todd’s agency as an escort.”

  “I didn’t know how to word it so it didn’t sound like a criticism.”

  “Trust me if there was any other way out of this mess, I would have considered the alternative first, but there are few professions that pay this well.”

  “You have such a good head for business, surely there were other options.”

  “I spent weeks trying to find a way out, but I had a bunch of angry creditors to pay and I needed to make sure I didn’t lose my home.”

  “I’m sorry, Sofia.”

  “I appreciate your sympathy, but you had nothing to do with my financial fiasco. I’m the one who made those bad decisions and I’ll have to live with this brutal reality for the rest of my life.”

  “I’m sure I can help you if you’re willing to open up. I’ve found, in most cases, there’s usually far more than what the press is willing to divulge and I have no doubt in your case, there are important facts that have never been made public.”

  “You don’t know the half of it. I really appreciate your help, but this is such a touchy subject for me still. It’s too difficult for me to open up about things and this is such a colossal disaster, I doubt you can help.”

  “You underestimate my connections, but I can respect your decision if you’re not ready to talk yet. When you are, I’ll be here.”

  “Thank you so much for saying that. It means a lot to me,” I conclude eager to change subject.

  “I’m going to have to go back to Cali later today. My assistant is looking to book a flight out and I’ll be back in two days. I need to wrap a few things and start building the New York office by figuring out which of my employees is willing to leave sunny California for the Big Apple. I’ll be back later this week to start looking for a proper apartment to rent or buy. I love this hotel, but I need a more private and comfortable spot to call home. I’d take you with me, but it’s going to be two days of boring meetings and I’m sure you want to get settled back into your old life.”

  My old life?

  There’s no way anything will ever be the same after this week in Paris with Bryce and his confessio
n. Not to mention that the extravagant necklace he bought me surely has nothing to do with my old life.

  “Yes. I do need to get back into the swing of things here in New York and clean my home and get this new Parisian wardrobe into my own closet. I can’t believe you had everything dry-cleaned before we left Paris. You’re such a sweetheart.”

  “I always get that done because I never know what awaits me when I land in a city. I can leave you money to hire a cleaning lady. You spent the last week at my beck and call from morning to night. Take the next few days off. Go to the spa or catch up with friends. You’re going to need the energy when I get back because I’ll be craving your body.” He suggestively raises his eyebrows.

  “I could use an afternoon at the spa to deal with this jetlag.”

  “Done! I’ll make sure to leave you enough.” He smiles as he gets up from the chair and jumps back into bed with me. “I’m trying to get my assistant to book a flight for later in the afternoon so we can have lunch together before I leave.”

  “You want me to stay until after lunch?” I say jokingly.

  “Not if you have a better offer.”

  “You’re in luck. I happen to be free.”

  He starts kissing my back and I shiver.

  “Since lunch is hours away, we could enjoy a lazy morning in bed.”

  “You don’t strike me as the type who lingers.”

  “I’d stay here all day with you by my side.”

  His phone rings, he gets up, looks at the number and announces, “I have to pick up, it’s my assistant with my flight details.”

  When Bryce ends his conversation, he looks bleak and worried.

  “Was she not able to book a flight for this afternoon?”

  “No. I mean yes. She got me a flight, but she also informed me that Derek Chamberlain’s wife just called to say he’s been rushed to the emergency room. He had a heart attack. Derek is my CFO. I hope he’ll be okay.” Bryce looks so concerned.

  “I’m sure he’ll be okay if they can deal with this early on.” I try to reassure him as best as I can.

  “You’re probably right. I’m sure he has nothing to worry about. You know what, get dressed while I call Derek’s wife and then let’s hit the town.” Bryce turns his attention back to his iPhone without waiting for an answer from me.

  I get up, take a quick shower and get myself ready. I decide to wear one of the suits I wore in Paris. I’m not sure what he has in mind, but since I love every one of the pieces he bought me, I just want to flaunt them a little.

  By the time Bryce gets ready for his own trip back to the West Coast, it’s nearly time for lunch.

  “I asked the concierge to make reservations for us at noon sharp at Betony. It’s also in Midtown and it will allow us to get back here and spend some time together before I head off to the airport. A car is waiting for us downstairs.”

  After dating so many men who could barely figure out their right hand from their left, it’s reassuring to be with a man who is so decisive. I always feel safe when I’m with Bryce and I know he’ll take good care of me. My mother often said to my sister Ciara, To be in love, yes, but to find someone who can watch over you and make you feel safe no matter how successful you are as a woman—that’s golden. Very few men will ever be able to make you feel loved and totally safe at the same time. When you do find him, don’t let him go. I wonder if Bryce is the man who can love me and make me feel totally safe.

  “Where are you? You seem so far from me right now. What’s on your mind?” He’s waving his hand in front of my face as if to wake me up.

  “I must have been lost in my thoughts,” I quickly reply before adding, “I must still be jetlagged.”

  We arrive at Betony, which was named Restaurant of the Year a few years ago by Esquire magazine, and as usual, it’s buzzing with stylish and attractive New Yorkers looking for incredible food.

  “Is this your first time here?” The waiter is already busy making sure we enjoy our experience.

  “Yes. I’ve wanted to come each time I’m in New York, but never seemed to make it.” Bryce has already answered and he assumes I’ve never been to Betony.

  “Actually, I’ve been here a few times,” I gently correct him. “My sister is a lighting designer and she designed the lighting here. We were here for your opening and we’ve come back a few times because she loves the food.”

  “Wow! Your sister designed our lighting? I’ve only been here a few months, but everyone keeps talking about our lighting and the creative designer behind the cool look.” The waiter is nearly as excited as if I had told him my cousin was Jennifer Lopez.

  He takes our drink and food order and turns on his heel after confessing that he’s going to have to tell the owners about me.

  “Wow, you’re a mini-celebrity now.” Bryce sounds impressed as he admires the lights Ciara designed.

  “You have it all wrong. My sister is the creative one. Since we both like this place, we keep coming back. She’s designed lighting for many restaurants and locations in New York, but there are only a few where she goes back. New York is a place to be seen rather than to eat good food. Growing up in Europe for a few years transformed our appreciation of food. That’s why my sister and I love discovering little unassuming eateries where the fashionista would never be caught dead. Betony is the rare exception where style and food perfectly collide.”

  “Maybe I’ll have to call on your sister when I buy my New York abode. If she’s that good, I might have to hire her to help us with our own lighting design.”

  I immediately regret going on so much about Ciara. I love my sister, I truly do, but she leaves men weak in the knees and I’ve never met a man who hasn’t succumbed to her charms.

  He must have noticed my uneasiness and grabs my hand to comfort me.

  “Sofia, we had this discussion in Paris. You let your sister’s beauty and success overshadow yours.”

  Success? I don’t know if Ciara would see me as successful—I lost my company to a fraudster I took on as a partner, then I took on a job as an escort to stay afloat and I’ve become the main squeeze of one of the richest man in America because he pays for my services.

  “I think my sister and I has a different definition of success.” I omit what I’m really thinking. Bryce doesn’t have to deal with my drama.

  He looks at me with a grave look that says much.

  “You underestimate yourself.”

  “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I agree. I do feel intimidated by my sister’s beauty, smarts, perfect body, talent, creativity and her ability to get any man on this planet to fall head over heels for her.”

  “Any man on the planet? I’m sure I can tame this man-eater you keep talking about,” he says, as he tenderly caresses my cheek.

  I feel so foolish for worrying about Bryce falling for Ciara, but I just can’t help it. The minute our waiter comes back with our drinks I’m able to relax and brush off this idea that Bryce would also be one of the men to worship my sister.

  “I’m sure a great meal will help you forget all about your sister.”

  “I’m sure you’re right. Betony never disappoints.”

  I feast on roasted chicken accompanied by chanterelle mushrooms served with grilled peaches, while Bryce enjoys a traditional steak frites. For dessert, I indulge in a rose infused peach ice cream served with pistachio macaron cookies, while Bryce savors his chocolate and hazelnut parfait topped with raspberries. Our lunch at Betony is irreproachable, the service is truly enjoyable and I’m no longer troubled by my insecurities.

  In the elevator back to his room, Bryce makes his intention quite clear and startles me with his frankness.

  He corners me in the elevator, kisses my lips hard, looks at his Cartier watch and announces, “I have to leave here in precisely twenty-five minutes and I intend on fucking you before I leave so you’ll remember my cock pounding you for the next two days until it’s back inside you.”

  I match his gaze and smile in
agreement.

  The second the door to his room shuts behind us, he turns me around, unbuttons my jacket and slips it off before crushing my lips with his.

  He unhooks my purple lace bra and cups both of my breasts with his warm hands. He traces a sensual line from my nipples to my shoulder and without warning abruptly turns me around so I face the wall. He bites my shoulder before yanking up my pencil skirt, and I’m immediately reminded about our first night in his hotel room.

  His hands gently caress my tights and my butt as he kisses the back of my neck.

  “I love when you kiss the back of my neck.”

  “That’s just an appetizer, Sofia.”

  “You don’t say. So there’s more?”

  “I’m going to fuck you slow at first and then hard,” he whispers those words as he rubs his cock to get ready to ravish me from behind.

  He holds on to my hips and forces me to curve my butt upwards. He pulls my matching purple lace panties to the side and enters me without mercy. He rocks inside me slowly at first before picking up speed as he pounds me harder and harder.

  “Oh God, your cock is going to be the end of me.”

  He fits so perfectly inside me and I let out a fervent gasp as I hold on to the wall to steady myself against his passionate eagerness.

  He slips his hand onto my hard nub and rubs it rhythmically to follow each thrust.

  We grind against each other until my body quivers before I start to shake. At the same time, he squeezes my hips tighter and his legs tremble underneath us.

  “Christ,” he groans loudly. He pulls my hair back to reach my lips as he climaxes inside me.

  He exhales sweet hot breaths into my mouth before kissing my lips hard. It’s as if he’s ready for a second steamy romp before he catches his flight.