Page 3 of Primary Seduction
Logan dropped down into the seat next to Trent with a round of shots as well as their usual drinks. “I thought we could use these.” He placed the shots in front of them. “Ready, go.” They slammed the drinks back, Asher coughing his way through it—he had never been able to stand them. When Logan finished his, he cleared his throat, took a drink of his beer and said, “Oh, and there’s a woman at the bar who’s interested in you, Trent.”
Trent spat part of his beer across the table, the shot thankfully already swallowed, or it would’ve burned like hell coming back up. “What?” he croaked.
Logan smirked at him. He indicated over his shoulder to the bar. “There’s a woman at the bar who asked if you were single, so I told her you were. She’ll probably come over in a bit.” He smiled at Trent. “You’re welcome,” he said sarcastically.
“Jesus Christ, Logan. I’m not interested, for god’s sake. What did you tell her that for?” Trent was not amused by Logan’s proclamation. He had no interest in dating, especially after all the hassle Trish had been giving him. He’d stay a bachelor forever, thank you very much.
“I just answered her question, that’s all.” Logan drank more of his beer, shrugging.
“Fuck sake, Logan.” Trent rubbed at his forehead, trying not to yell at him in the middle of the bar. He didn’t have long to wait before the woman came sidling up to their table. Trent watched as she eyed the other two before settling her gaze on him.
“Hi. Your friend here says you’re unattached. I’d like to get to know you a little better if you’ll let me?” Her voice was soft and melodic, speech not too fast or too slow, words appearing measured; he couldn’t figure out what her accent was. She had chocolate-coloured, chin-length hair with a small fringe and dark eyes. Her face was oval shaped, making her chin more prominent, although not large. Her features appeared dainty, almost elfin-like, and she wore tight jeans with rips and a plain black fitted t-shirt.
Trent became aware that she waited for an answer from him. “Um, thank you, but I’m not interested, sorry,” he mumbled, glaring across at Logan. Glancing over at the woman again, he caught the frown and disappointment in her expression. “Sorry,” he said again, shrugging slightly.
She nodded slowly. “Okay, well if you change your mind…” She let the sentence taper off, getting her point across.
“Thanks.”
Trent watched her walk back to the bar and sit down, raising her hand for the bartender’s attention.
“Why didn’t you do something about that?” Logan sounded exasperated. “She was perfect for you.”
“Because I don’t want anyone, Logan. I have enough shit to deal with. I don’t want to bring anyone else into it.” Trent drank heartily from his beer, ignoring the looks Logan and Asher exchanged. His gaze roamed the room to see if he knew anyone until he stopped on a figure wearing well-fitted black tailored trousers, a white shirt and a beige jacket sitting at the bar, elbows leaning backwards against the counter, flaunting their chest. Trent felt his heart begin to race and the blood heating his body. As Trent’s gaze flowed up the figure, his cock rose. He arrived at their face and, even as he felt his arousal flooding his body, he stared in shock at the sight of the man’s face. He was gorgeous. Trent frowned. He was aguy!
“Who have you seen to get that look in your eyes?” Asher’s voice interrupted Trent’s perusal. He snatched his gaze back to the beer in front of him, feeling out of sorts. He wasn’t gay! Why was he looking at that guy? Trent frowned again, trying to make sense of his emotions. He shook his head, clearing the picture from it and turned back to the conversation.
“Huh?” he said when he realised they were both looking at him.
“Who’ve seen? You looked smitten,” Asher said with a smile.
“Oh, nobody. Just looking around.” Trent wasnotgoing there with them.
“Whatever. Who’s up for food?” Logan said.
Logan was always in the mood for food, regardless of the time of day. But then, he did work long hours as a police officer.
“Yeah, I could eat,” Trent replied, grabbing the menu. Even though he conversed with Logan and Asher, he couldn’t get the vision of that guy out of his head.
By the time he’d gotten home, it was a different matter. He was so drunk that he passed out on his bed the minute his head hit the pillow, clothes and all.
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Max
Max had agreed to do this job because it was good money, and he’d believed he would have a certain amount of freedom to work with. Hehaduntil the woman had decided to hit on him. She knew he was gay because he’d told her, but she had tried repeatedly to flirt with him and touch him, regardless of his expression of disinterest.
He sat in her dining room, which was the final room he was working on for her. He’d been working with her for a week already and, so far, had completed the lounge, study and her bedroom—that was an experience he never wanted to have again. He couldn’t wait for this job to be finished. Max looked at the laptop in front of him, studying the design he’d come up with. He thought it looked fresh, inviting and simplistic—exactly what she had asked for. Oh, and of course, elegant.
This woman had money to burn, apparently. She spared no cost for any of the items he’d purchased for the other rooms, which had made his life a little easier, truth be told. He stood up, grabbing the laptop and going to find out where the woman was. He found her in the lounge, thumbing through a magazine.
“Hi, um, I have the final design for the dining room. Would you like to have a look before I go ahead with it?” Max was a confident person in every aspect of his life, especially his design business, but this woman put him on edge.
“Oh, yes, great. Come sit by me, and you can show me.” She pushed the magazine to the side and patted the seat next to her.
He hesitated for a split second, then went and sat where she’d indicated. He kept the laptop on his knee but turned it towards her. Even though he knew she could see, she pressed her breasts against his upper arm as she leaned forward to look. He winced but didn’t pull away as much as he wanted to.
“Oh, these look wonderful. So stylish. Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you, Max,” she purred. There was no other word for it. She patted his chest, then smoothed her hand upwards towards his neck. He went to stand up, but her other hand gripped his thigh. She was surprisingly strong for such a petite-looking woman. “Thank you, Max. Let me show you how much I appreciate your help.”
