Love Me Like No Other
Lincoln Donovan can’t believe it—that beautiful babe who owes his casino $5,000 is Jade. He’s never stopped thinking about her since that one hot night years ago. Now she’s in his debt! Of course, he doesn’t want her money…
At first, Jade’s outraged—pose as his fiancée for one week or he’ll call
the police! But then…how about some sweet revenge? So while he’s playing Mr. Seducer, she’ll be Miss Tease. Before the week is up, she’ll have him on his knees—just before she walks away! That is, if she can convince her heart she’s not still in love.
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Linc had been admiring the view from behind. She wore black pants, tight around her hips and backside then stretching the length of what he imagined to be long, gorgeous legs. Her hair swayed seductively down her back as she moved. Then she’d reached out, touched the couch and let her fingers glide along the fabric. He imagined that hand moving over him in the same manner. Touching him lightly, gripping him…he took a deep breath then steadied himself before speaking.
She owed him money. This was no longer about his immediate attraction to her, but more about business. And Linc never let anything get in the way of business.
Then she’d tripped and he’d rushed over to keep her from falling. Without thinking twice he’d grabbed her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, keeping her there. Those luscious breasts rubbed against his lower chest and he wanted to moan. One hand was dangerously close to the small of her back, where the roundness of her bottom began. Every inch of his body stood at attention including the one he’d been battling with since the moment he’d first glimpsed her over the monitor. He was sure she was aware of his aroused state and wondered what thoughts were going through her mind as she did.
He looked down into her face. Noted the high cheekbones, the hazel eyes, the succulent lips…then back to the eyes again…
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. It couldn’t be. Please, please, please, don’t let her luck be that bad.
It had been years. Eight years to be exact. She’d thought of him occasionally—okay, frequently—in that time. But she never, ever thought she’d see him again. She didn’t want to see him again.
But here he was, as tall, dark and breathtakingly handsome as he’d been that night. He’d developed. Instinctively her fingers tightened over his biceps. She gasped and pulled her hands away as if she’d been burned. He still held her close. Too close. She wriggled trying to break free.
“Sweetheart, that’s not such a good idea right now,” he said through clenched teeth.
She halted as the knowledge of what he meant poked her stomach. He had grown. She swallowed then summoned the courage she seemed to have left at the door and tried again to speak. “Then why don’t you be kind enough to let me go?”
“I’m not real sure I want to do that.”
His smoldering gaze held her still, reducing her insides to mush that shifted and swirled in a firey ball at her center. Her knees were shaking. She hated herself for this pure feminine weakness.
He no longer had this type of control over her, no man did. Planting her palms firmly on his chest and trying like hell to ignore the blessed rigidness beneath her palms she pushed against him. “I don’t care what you want.”
He frowned, then loosened his grip until his hands were no longer on her. But not before letting them glide down her hips, just brushing past her bottom. Her body quaked one last time as she took a shaky step backwards.
“Fine. We’ll get right to business then.” He spoke as he turned away and moved around his desk.
She watched him walk, correction, Lincoln Donovan had never walked, he swaggered. That self-assured glide that said he was the man and you’d better not dispute it. His dress pants were expertly tailored and hung over his hips and taut buttocks just right. Her mouth watered.
He wore all black. His pants, his shirt, his tie, everything was black and domineering. And Jade had never loved the color more. His arms were even thicker when she looked at them from a distance, his chest broader, his shoulders squared. He was built like a quarterback, his skin the color of aged rum, dark and satisfying. Damn, he was still fine.
And he was still the man who’d taken her virginity then left her high and dry the next morning.
“Business? What are you doing here?” she asked when she’d found her voice again and stopped ogling him like some school girl with a crush.
“I should ask you the same thing.” He took his seat then with a nod motioned for her to do the same.
She didn’t want to sit. She wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible. But that would prove she was afraid. And she’d be damned if she gave him that satisfaction. She sat in the chair across from his desk. “Casinos are open to the public.”
He sat back in the chair eyeing her carefully. “That they are. But they don’t give away money.
At least my casino doesn’t. And according to my Pit Boss you want to speak to me about a five thousand dollar marker owed. to my Pit Boss’ estimation you owe five thousand dollars. How do you plan to pay? Cash or credit?”
Oh God, this was his casino. Lincoln Donovan owned the Gramercy. She truly did have bad luck!
Still, she refused to break down. There was a solution, she just had to find it. “I don’t have that much cash on hand. I can sign a promissory note and…”
He was already shaking his head negatively. “I don’t take promissory notes.”
She cocked her head to the side. “But you don’t have a problem taking innocent girls?” She hadn’t meant to say that. Yes, as a matter of fact she did. She hadn’t ever planned on seeing him again, so all the anger she’d had that morning when she’d awakened to an empty bed in a male dormitory, came rushing back with a vengeance. Over the years she’d thought of a million ways she wanted to curse him out for what he’d done to her.
He frowned. “I’d rather we talked about business.”
“That’s fine. But our first order of business is the past. You know, the night you seduced me and the morning you left?”
“Jade—” he began.
“How could you be so careless? So evil?”
He stood, slamming his hand down on the desk. “That’s enough!” he roared. “I am not going to rehash the past with you. It happened. Get over it.”
“Get over it?” She stood too glaring at him with a look so vicious that it probably matched his.
“Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t just do what you want and think you don’t have to ever answer for it.”
He came around the desk towering over her until she had to crane her neck to keep eye contact. “I can do what I want. And I don’t have to answer to you. On the other hand, if you don’t come up with my five thousand dollars I can call the LVPD and they can engage you in a question and answer session.”
At that moment she hated him more than she’d ever hated another human in her life. She wanted to slap him, to scream at his callousness, his arrogance. But she’d been raised better than that. So with a deep breath and a step back she decided to forego the fact that Lincoln Donovan would forever be on her most-hated list and handle her business. “I told you I don’t have the cash. So what do you want?”
That was a loaded question if Linc had ever heard one.