Tempted By The Playboy

ugh. A sultry blonde, and an epitome of suiting luxury

is either.' He thought with a ghost smile. But, he wasn't g

t had become too famili

" A female voice said on

d be just as promising as the voice on the ph

an escort

receptionist spoke again. "W

father's island. But, he knew that wasn't what the woman on the phone had in mind. Still, she

man?" She asked doubtf

ully. "Over the top. But, definitel

ttle doubtful, as she was doubtful. But then, her business sense

e her the

re's an ongoing party by the pool, but it's pe

s stubborn, strait-laced father, who was carrying a footstool for Julie, his pregnant young w

et off this

she would do just what you want, Mr. W

in satisfaction "I

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he had been waiting for. It was a short rap. Brisk and casual, not especially sultry. But

ook like one of those guests coming for his stepmother's baby shower! Damon grinned again and finished

ts with his father a month ago had left him with a scar on both legs that limited his movement. The situation had given his father the

ought now, just as he always did

six feet of snow

or, thinking that if, in fact, old Thomas the garde

iven a flying fuck about the impression people made of him. To be honest, though, he doubted that af

life, not the innocent old Thomas. It was even too bad he would horrify all those wome

busy with juicy content about himself when he had found out just how much it infuriated his old man. And i

e waited for the escort. He heard a k

nding by his door. She wasn't what he had ord

and pulled back into a french plait. She wasn't blousy at all, and neither did she look sultry. Her

ce curves, he'l

vices, called "sultry", they shoul

er come in. But none of the guests were interested i

oudly to himself— his

n, his body was turned towards the group sitting around

ed in those. His attention

od

ad described to the daft receptionist. But, she was stil

his best ba

"but at least you got here." His vo

k, but Damon didn't have tim

nocent look darling," Saying this he h

going on, the cot

p, and his eyes literally bugged. If he'd been cl

his arms around her waist, she turned out to be more tempting than he'd expected. He slid

was portraying, or not. But in the next minute, she melted gradually like ice, put by the fire

ange in him was, it gladened him th

n, she