Seducing The Heiress. Martha Kennerson

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those same fingers to his mouth and kissed off her essence. “Delicious,” he said as he watched her dilated pupils widen.

      “I’ll be the judge of that,” Farrah said in a voice barely above a whisper before capturing his lips into another passionate kiss. “Hmm....”

      Robert picked Farrah up and carried her the two feet to the velvet sofa placed against the back wall of the elevator. He sat with Farrah straddled across his lap. “Wife,” he whispered in her ear.

      “Husband,” she replied.

      The elevator stopped, releasing them from the past, and they both stood in silence as the doors opened to no one. The doors closed again and Robert turned to face Farrah. The dress she wore may have been different and the environment not exactly the same, but Robert’s desire for Farrah was stronger than ever.

      “Don’t even think about it,” Farrah said, clearly reading his intentions as she slowly backed away from him.

      “Too late,” Robert replied, backing her up against the elevator’s wall. He placed his hands on both sides of her face, lowered his head and greedily took her mouth, as though everything in the kiss mattered to him, as though she mattered to him.

      Farrah grabbed his shoulders and returned his kiss with just as much vigor. Robert managed to fight through the sexual haze and remember that this particular elevator wasn’t private. Robert slowly released her mouth and stepped away from her. He was breathing hard and his sex was begging for release.

      They stared at each other for several moments. Farrah raised her hand and placed her fingers across her swollen lips, which were quickly followed by her tongue.

      “Damn it!” Robert started to step back to Farrah only to be stopped by the halt of the elevator. The doors opened and two Hispanic men dressed in expensive-looking suits entered.

      Robert stepped back and crossed his hands low and in front of him, doing his best to hide the evidence of his desire.

      “Second floor, please,” one of the men said to Robert. who was standing next to the control panel.

      “No problem,” Robert replied, pressing the button with his elbow, causing one of the men to take a swift look at Farrah, then back to Robert’s strategically placed hands.

      “Looks like we should have taken the next one,” the shorter of the two men teased, causing Farrah to blush.

      The doors opened to the second floor and both men took their exit without any further comment.

      “Farrah—”

      “No!” she said, using her hand to halt his words. “Please don’t.”

      The elevator doors opened to the ground floor. Farrah smoothed out her dress, raised her chin and walked out of the elevator.

      “See you later,” Farrah called back over her shoulder.

      “Sooner than you think,” Robert murmured as he watched her take her leave. Robert pulled out his phone and placed a call that he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to make so soon. “Fletcher... Robert Gold. Farrah’s getting anxious, so it’s time to move forward with Plan B.”

      “You sure about this, man? Why not just tell her the truth?” Fletcher asked.

      “She’s not ready for the truth just yet, but hopefully soon she will be.”

      “If you say so, but I’d better not lose my license over this. She’s a damn good attorney with a sharp legal mind and an impeccable reputation,” Fletcher said, his concern evident—as well it should be. Farrah was also known for her prominent list of contacts, long memory and ability to hold a grudge—something that made Robert’s plan all that more dangerous.

      “I know, but don’t worry about it. If things go south, I’ll take all the blame. Just bring all the necessary paperwork to my office in the morning.” Robert pulled his car keys from his pocket and started his car so the air conditioning would kick in by the time he got in.

      “If you’re sure, I’ll see you first thing in the morning?” Fletcher asked, obviously needing one final reassurance.

      “I’m sure. Losing Farrah isn’t an option...no matter what I have to do,” Robert said, disconnecting the call.

      * * *

      “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long,” Trey said, offering Farrah a wide smile that showed off a set of deep dimples as he reached for her hand.

      Farrah stood. “Not at all. I just arrived.” His large hand engulfed hers and she smiled and sighed at his touch, but the confident and satisfied look on Trey’s face told her he’d obviously gotten the wrong idea. Yes, she found him attractive; what red-blooded woman wouldn’t? The tall, muscularly built litigator with smooth, milk-chocolate skin and sexy dark eyes would complete most women’s must-have list, but his touch only confirmed what she already knew. No one’s touch could affect her like Robert’s—a fact she wasn’t ready to deal with—which also had her quickly extracting her hand from Trey’s. At some point, Farrah had to put her feelings for Robert in their proper perspective, but it wouldn’t happen on the heels of her falling into the arms of another man.

      “Please follow me.” Trey led Farrah through the lobby of Steel & Associates, which left no doubt that she was dealing with a successful and very expensive firm. If the eighty-first floor location in one of Houston’s most expensive buildings wasn’t enough of a hint, the expensive furnishings and artwork most certainly would be.

      “Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

      “I’m fine.” Farrah felt slightly embarrassed, as she was still reeling from the effects of Robert’s kiss and the fact that she’d acted like a shameless hussy and gone all in for that kiss like a wanton woman.

      “Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?” Trey asked.

      “No, thanks.” Farrah took a place at the conference table near the door and slid open a set of documents he had prepared. “So, what have you and your team determined?”

      Trey took the chair next to Farrah. “That not only are you beautiful but you’re an exceptional attorney.”

      The compliment made her smile, but his sensual tone was off-putting.

      “I don’t see why they brought me in on this in the first place.”

      “It certainly wasn’t my idea,” she murmured, her eyes still on the document before her.

      “Hmm. Mr. Control?”

      “Mr. Control?” she questioned, looking up from the page.

      “Robert Gold,” he said. Farrah returned her eyes to her document. “It sounds like he might have some doubt in your ability where there shouldn’t be. So far, we haven’t seen anything that makes me think you missed anything with your initial filing, and that your response is on point, with one exception.”

      Farrah lifted her gaze again from the document that had captured her attention and locked it on him. “And that would be what, exactly?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

      “That’s

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