High Stakes Seduction - Book 3

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Copyright © 2014
Ami LeCoeur

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Release Schedule:

Book 1

Book 2

Book 3

Book 4
- November 7, 2014

Book 5 - November 21, 2014

High Stakes Seduction
Book 3 - Summary

Angela is confused and frustrated by Antonio's distance. It's obvious he wants her - just as much as she wants him. When he backs off yet again, she discovers the truth about her feelings - a truth that will shape her destiny from this point forward.

But for Antonio, business is business. And this trip is no exception. Meetings and gambling, politicians and thugs take up too much of his free time. While it's obvious he has feelings for Angela, something is holding him back. How long can he struggle against his own feelings? And what will it take for Angela to discover the way into his heart?

ANGELA

"Meet me at the Lido bar for lunch about 11:30. We can discuss our shore
plans. –A"

I found the note taped to the mini-bar after I left my bedroom. I’d woken up to an empty cabin on this "morning after", but no surprises there. I groaned and my stomach clenched as I remembered how I’d stripped down naked and danced under the moonlight for Antonio last night.

Me. Little Miss Straight-And-Narrow. Dancing naked in front of a man, and not just any man but the most important man in my life… Antonio Mancini… fashion mogul, big shot, gambler… benefactor… and my boss. The man who makes me angry, the man who scares me with his secrets, the man who causes the breath to catch in my throat. I'd agreed to this trip in exchange for him taking care of my sister's operation. After what I'd gone through last night, I knew better. Maria was just an excuse—I’d agreed to this trip for
me
. But even that knowledge didn't change the fact it wasn’t turning out the way I hoped.

I worried my lip as I thought back to last night. I was certainly no stage dancer, and in spite of my nervousness, I thought I’d done a pretty good job. The hungry look in his eyes told me he'd liked what he saw; his hard erection was further evidence still. I know I affect him as much as he affects me. Yet, once again, he turned me down and shut me out.

I still wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. Had I been too brazen? After all I’d pretty literally thrown myself, my sex, at him, and he'd walked away. Again. The mortification I’d felt in that moment washed over me again. The way his eyes looked when he told me to get dressed, even as his pants continued to tent from his desire. Antonio was a walking contradiction and I was proving to be unworthy of ever figuring him out.

After he’d gone, I'd relived it all—the attraction, the contradictions, the questions. I'd dug into every corner of my own soul, looking for answers—the pieces of the puzzle that explained why I was still so attracted to this man—wanting to understand, or find a way to at least come to peace with it all.

I smiled briefly as that sense of peace washed over me again. But last night I'd cried myself to sleep, knowing my eyes would be puffy and red this morning. Even after I'd come to my decision, the shame and rejection I'd felt needed to leak out or I would've surely exploded. My sodden pillow had captured it all.

And now, I was especially grateful we had separate bedrooms. I'd awakened with no idea how I could face him—with or without the puffy eyes. Luckily, it seemed I had a couple of hours to compose myself and, prepare to live down the embarrassment.

Undoubtedly he was in one of his interminable meetings. At least his note sounded like it was all business as usual. But this time it worked to my benefit and I took advantage of the extra little edge it gave me.

I took a quick look in the mirror, stretching as I surveyed the damage.
Hm, not as bad as expected.
I could probably repair it in about thirty minutes with some ice cubes and a cold compress. I grabbed a couple of cubes from the refrigerator and poked my toes into the golden rays of sunlight that cascaded through the sliding glass door, wishing the warmth would seep through my skin. But I felt cold. Numb. As if I was immersed in a bucket of ice water. Even though I was looking forward to sitting in the sun, I doubted it would warm me up much. But it would give me some time to think.

One thing I knew for certain was that I wanted Antonio Mancini, maybe more than I'd wanted anyone or anything before. And I knew he wanted me. One plus one normally equaled two. But it didn’t, not this time. I had no idea what Antonio was thinking. One moment he was friendly and warm, acting as though he was totally into me. The next moment he was pushing me away, or even turning his back on me.

Everything up til the time we came onboard had led me to believe I was there as a… a paid escort. But I had accepted the proposition and no matter how much it pushed the boundaries of what I considered my morality to be, it was an answer to how to get the money for Maria.

Only, for some reason, it hadn't turned out that way at all. Instead of wanting to be with me, he'd spent his time in meetings or at the gambling tables.

Was gambling the problem?
Why did everything come back to that?
Dad’s gambling addiction had led me to Antonio in the first place. And now, here I was, wrapped up in—whatever it was that Antonio was involved in.

I sighed, stretching my arms over my head, enjoying the warmth and finally thawing out a little inside. He'd left me the note, and it didn't sound too angry. I just wished I could figure this man out. I pulled off the compress and swung my legs over the edge of the lounge chair.

Time to stop thinking about Antonio. I'd be meeting him soon enough. My stomach growled and I decided to go find some coffee.

After grabbing a quick breakfast, I made my way to the top deck to enjoy the view. I had hoped to get some shots of the sun hovering over the horizon and maybe an island in the distance, but I kept getting distracted by the people around me. Or rather, by the couples around me.

I noticed one couple, their lounge chairs close together. She leaned toward him, reading her book aloud, the two of them laughed as she shared the passages. A few other couples sat playing cards at tables. A few walked hand-in-hand along the deck.

I surreptitiously captured a few of them. Their smiling faces. Their adoring looks. I felt a little awkward; as though I was intruding on their private moments, but I couldn’t help admiring the obvious enjoyment they shared with each other. Their quiet moments of joy warmed my heart, even if it made me feel a certain longing about my own situation. But I put that out of my mind. I was here to enjoy the morning, not re-live the parts of my life that I didn't have much control over.

***

"Angela."

I almost dropped my camera when I heard Antonio’s voice behind me. I gathered my wits and composed myself. "Good morning," I said, glancing back at him.

The sun shone over his shoulder, making his warm, bronze skin almost shimmer. His ebony hair glistened. And his eyes. Oh god, his dark, mesmerizing eyes and those soft, sexy lips. Lips that gave me that knowing smile and made me realize I was staring.

I wanted to kick myself for making it so easy for him.

"Morning?" he said with a chuckle. "Got caught up in your photography it seems." He pointed up at the sun, high in the sky. My stomach rumbled to emphasize the point. "Let’s go get a bite to eat," he smiled.

***

I was hungry, but I only managed to push most of my salad around on my plate as Antonio attempted to make small talk with me. I didn’t know what to say to him.
"Why didn’t you want to sleep with me after I tried to seduce you?"
didn’t seem like an appropriate question over lunch.

"I won’t be able to join you in Tobago," Antonio said, breaking into my thoughts.

I blinked at him. "I beg your pardon?"

"Something came up—I have to take care of it today. So, I'm sorry, but I won’t be able to join you on the island," he explained, as though I hadn’t heard this excuse before.

I shook my head and pushed my plate away. Now I had definitely lost my appetite and even those dazzling eyes couldn’t bring me around this time. At least, as long as I avoided gazing into them. "It doesn’t matter," I muttered. "I’m used to it."

I didn’t look to see, but my response seemed to catch him off guard.

"Angela."

I tried to pull my hand away before he could reach across the table for it, but a moment later, shivers were running up my arm, as he gently caressed my fingers.

"Angela, I’m so sorry," he said. "This hasn’t been working the way I planned."

Despite my better judgment, I raised my eyes to meet his and was immediately lost. "You had a plan?" I managed to ask.

He stared at me for a moment and his mouth twitched as if he was about to say something, but then he pulled his hand away and shook his head, freeing me from his gaze. "I’m sorry, Angela," he said again.

He seemed genuinely distressed, and for a moment I wanted to reach for him. But I stopped myself and sat there, waiting for him to continue.

"Sorry for what, Antonio?" What did he feel sorry for? Was this an apology for last night? For ignoring me? For playing hot and cold this entire trip? Or was this just another ploy in some game I didn't understand?

"Look. I know this can't be a lot of fun by yourself. I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow," he said, raising his head and meeting my eyes. I saw that mischievous glint he sometimes had, and that little smile tugging at the corner of his perfect lips. "I have something special planned for tomorrow," he said smoothly. "I think you’ll like it."

Then he glanced at his watch, cursing softly under his breath. My shoulders sagged a little as I watched his face. The reserved Antonio I knew was back again; his confident, in control mask carefully slid back in place.

Somehow, I hadn't been terribly surprised when he told me he had a meeting. After all, by now I was used to being dismissed. Watching those long, powerful legs stride away across the deck, I realized with a small gasp that he hadn't said a word about the night before. Not a single word. No hint, no tease, no admonition. Nothing.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I knew I should be relieved, but then, why did it hurt? Was I hoping for some kind of acknowledgement? I shivered. I'd seen his eyes glint in the moonlight last night. In any normal situation, that should have been acknowledgement enough.

Even though I’d had a wonderful time in St. Lucia—in spite of the accident that caused our group to miss the ship before it sailed--I was still anxious, not wanting to leave the ship by myself. I'd certainly appreciated the two days in a five-star hotel at the tour company's expense, but it was still a little too recent, and I certainly didn’t want to go through the ordeal again. Besides, Tobago was a short stop, only a few hours.

So I convinced myself that this island probably looked just the same as all the others. Then I smiled, I knew our St. Lucian tour guide, Damian, would have been deeply offended to hear me say that, and would have probably come up with one of his wonderful songs to explain how wrong I was.

Then I was struck with guilt. I knew I should go scout some potential locations for our shoot, but surely Antonio would understand if I didn't go looking here? Maybe if I got things set up with Carlo and Poula instead. That could be my excuse—a way for me to justify staying onboard.