Page 23 of Vengeful Seduction
David
A man could drown in Kaye’s kisses. He could lose himself completely if he allowed it to happen. Those sweet, innocent, sexy-as-hell kisses that had me far too hard, far too quickly.
I had been so sure she had used her body to get what she wanted—that she gave herself to men and, in return, they left their money to her. I knew it wasn’t true anymore.
I had a virgin. And she had already given herself to me, at least a little bit, by agreeing to date me. My plan was working, and now—on top of everything else—I was going to get to be the very first man who ever had the lovely Kaye James.
“So how’s it going with the girl?” Brent had this smirk on his face. It made me—just for a second or two—want to smack him, though I quickly pulled myself together.
Damn it, though, couldn’t he at least learn her name? Kaye. He was hardly going to be able to seduce her if he couldn’t be bothered to learn it. Kaye. Her name was beautiful and sweet, just like she was.
“Kaye,” I corrected, and I fought very hard to keep my voice completely even. No need to fly off the handle. Brent didn’t have any reason to care about her name, at least not yet. As long as he could remember it when it counted, I should have no issues.
“Okay, fine. Kaye. How're things going?” Brent was nothing if not persistent, which made him pretty much the perfect man for this particular job.
“Well, I’d say things are going pretty well,” I said, fighting off a bit of a smirk. “She has herself a brand-new boyfriend, and I have …” I couldn’t help but brag a little. How many guys could say what I was about to say? “I have myself a virgin.”
“Oh my God,” Brent said, and I could pretty much see his eyes popping out just at the thought. Who could blame him? A virgin. Not only that, but a drop-dead gorgeous virgin. “Are you serious? She’s a virgin?”
I nodded, and though it was a bit ridiculous, I wanted to puff my chest out with pride. Just a little. It wasn’t like I had done anything special, really. It was complete luck that Kaye was untouched, but I knew I had impressed my best friend.
“Can we change things up, maybe?” Brent asked, after a bit of silence as he processed the news I’d dropped on him. “You could introduce me to her before you get married? I’ve never popped a cherry before.”
The strangest thing happened to me then. I had the urge to growl, to glare at my best friend, and to tell him to back the hell off. Kaye was mine. I took a deep breath, having to calm myself down and back away from some pretty serious potential rage.
And why was that, exactly?
I had no idea why I was feeling so prickly, but I was. And I wasn’t about to let Brent think for a moment that he could touch a hair on the girl’s head. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I pointed out. “I can’t discover the two of you in bed together before we get married, or it defeats the whole purpose. I need to be married to her, or we both get nothing.”
Brent frowned, and I had thought maybe he was joking, but I realized something then. He was actually sort of serious. At the very least, he was reluctant to let go of the idea of having her first, and the growl I had fought off threatened to come back in full force.
“It can be an ongoing affair,” Brent argued, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides. “I take her first. Then it’s even more of a betrayal if she’s been sleeping with me the whole time you guys were married and even before.”
I shook my head. No way was I going to let that happen. I was, to say the very least, attached to the idea of being her first. It had thrilled me deeply to know that I would get to be her first, and I wasn’t about to give something so amazing up.
“She’d never do a thing like that. You don’t know her at all. She’s sweet, innocent, and pure. Pure as the driven snow. She’s not the kind of woman who’d start sleeping with one man while keeping another dangling on the side.” While I wasn’t sure about her morals when it came to money, I knew she wouldn’t do a thing like that when it came to sex. “It’s not in her. No. I get her first.” I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at him with an expression I knew he would recognize. I had always been good at getting my way when I really wanted to and this was one of those times. “I don’t even want you to meet her until the wedding.”
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, but …well. I didn’t trust him. I knew him too well, and when it came to women, he really wasn’t a very nice guy.
I couldn’t claim I was much better, of course, but I chose not to think about it too much.
“David …” I could tell Brent was going to keep arguing.
I shook my head firmly. “I’ll cut you out of the deal completely,” I threatened, and it wasn’t an idle threat. I made sure he knew it, too, pretty much glaring at him. “You’ll be out a lot of money. Just drop it.”
My threat shut him up, as I knew it would. I hated to do it, but I also didn’t want him thinking he could talk me out of this. Kaye was mine.
No. Not mine. I had to remember what this was.
Her first time, though, definitely belonged to me.
“Fine,” he muttered, clearly put out. He was such a child sometimes, but he was my only real friend and he was damn good at his job.
“You’ll get her soon enough,” I pointed out, smirking a little bit. Only, I didn’t feel quite right inside. It was one thing to plan this all out before, but it was all starting to feel so easy. Too easy.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Brent said, perking up noticeably. “You’ll be married to her in no time at this rate.”
It was true. I knew it. She seemed to have a sort of weakness around me, which gave me another of those strange twinges of conscience. It would be so easy to get her to fall in love with me and to sweep her into a whirlwind romance and marriage.
