Wrong Place. Wrong Time. The Serial Novel Continues….
As a thank you to my fans, I'm continuing the Liz Crowe Serialized Novel Project!
Get caught up … (live links to the earlier installments)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
And now…Part 4:
Chapter Five
Operation Seduce Jay Reynolds was in full swing by seven p.m. the next night. The poor guy was nearly panting in anticipation by the end of the meeting. Alex sighed to herself. It was too easy really. Men were such simple creatures. She smiled at him once more, let her hand trail up his thigh as they listened to the droning monotone of the marketing team giving their latest dog and pony show to the VPs and up team. She’d barely slept the night before, staring out across the Bosporus, marveling at how her life had turned in a mere twenty-four hours. And with the memory of Lucas’ hands, lips and voice searing into her like a physical brand on her soul. Damn she was in trouble. Needed to distance herself from him as soon as she could—reestablish control over her inner cougar or something. Jay cleared his throat as she clutched his lean inner thigh, made some asinine remark to the marketing group to cover for it, then leaned back and put a hand over hers, encouraging her to move higher. Which she did. She looked down at the mobile phone he had laid on the table in front of him. “All right then folks, that’s it for tonight,” the marketing VP declared, rising to his full six foot six, blond glory. Alex gulped, remembering what Lucas had said about him. Then she glared at the SOB from operations across the table. She knew his wife, liked her a lot. The fact that the entire room represented some sort of fucked up ex-pat Peyton Place pissed her off. But she smiled, stood, shook hands, lingered, and palmed Jay’s phone as he bid everyone good bye and good night, telling them to hit the lights as they left, he had a few hours of work left to do. She met him at the door, desperate to distract him before he did his usual smart phone check before attending to her. He grunted with surprise as she wrapped herself around him, started tugging at his tie, his shirt, his pants. He put hands over hers, his blue eyes questioning but growing darker with lust. “What is this about Alex?” He tried to talk but she jumped on him again, reaching down to hit the button on her phone signaling Lucas to start the fifteen minute countdown.She maneuvered them towards the dark alcove between the conference room and the large foyer. “I’m just, I don’t know.” She faked a gasp as he cupped her breast. Public displays were anathema to her libido. And she’d told him that before. Now she needed to put on an Academy Award level acting job to prove otherwise. “Oh, Jay…” she groaned and tugged her phone from her pocket, looking at it over his shoulder as he groped her. A blank text from Lucas shone on the screen, acknowledging her heads up. She sighed and pulled Jay backwards more so she could drop his phone then, then unbuttoned her shirt, enticing him, doing a slutty strip tease in the foyer so he wouldn’t realize he hadn’t looked at his phone for nearly five whole minutes. “Baby,” he growled, grabbing her around the waist and tugging her back into the room. “I don’t know what’s come over you but,” he nipped at her neck, laid her back over the large mahogany table, “I like it.” She shivered as her body reacted. He’d been with her enough to know all the buttons to push. But the overall goal kept interrupting her, that, and Lucas’ dark eyes, his slim body, firm lips. She closed her eyes, imagined him, and groaned as Jay kept working his magic. Mentally counting the seconds she clutched his hair, kissed him, did her distracting duties, her mind awash with confusion as she tried to stay separate, distant. It nearly worked. “Oh God,” she groaned as a fairly legit climax hovered around her consciousness. The guy did have some talents. But he was framing her for major corporate larceny she reminded herself as he entered her, and she allowed herself the orgasm, her brain full of Lucas.
Lucas tapped away at Jay Reynolds’ laptop attaching the tracking device, then ducked out and grabbed the phone Alex had dropped in the foyer outside the conference room. He stood, state-of-the-art smart device gripped in one hand and heard her, the low groan of satisfaction and had to grab the door knob to keep himself from rushing in there. He was screwed. He tried to focus on the phone as he walked away, hoping to put distance between him and the sounds of Alex’s pleasure. His entire body clenched with a fight or flight primal reaction. But he overrode it. He’d done that plenty of times before. Installed the tracker on Jay’s phone and laid it back on the floor, creeping out to the sounds of an orgasm that, if she were faking, would have certainly fooled him.He slipped into the elevator, hands shaking as he pushed the button for the ground floor. Everything in him, ever single alpha male conduit and molecule in his possession was raging, yelling at him to go up there, yank her out of that crook’s arms and arrest the guy. But, he knew better. And finally he wrestled both his caveman and his libido back into their respective caves. Taking a deep breath of the slightly polluted air outside the building, he raised a hand and hopped into the first taxi that screeched to a stop for him.By the time he’d flopped onto his rented couch in his crappy, shitty-view flat in Bebek he was ready climb out of his own skin. He kept his phone clenched in one hand, willing her to contact him. Finally, using the excuse of keeping up appearances, he sent her a text: “Feeling sort of lonely. Can you come over?”Blowing out a breath and trying to sort out just exactly what he thought he was doing with this slightly harebrained and more than a little selfish concept, he jumped to his feet when the sickly sounding doorbell rang. How in the hell did she get here so fast? Smiling in anticipation of seeing her gain, he yanked the door open.“Well, that was quite an Oscar-worthy performance.” He froze at the sight of Ebru, the marketing local woman he’d been banging with regularity and enthusiasm. “Um. Okay,” she said, brushing past him and slipping off the raincoat she’d been wearing. “Not sure what you’re talking about but….I’ve missed you…Lucas.”
He shook his head at himself, shut the door and turned to find her in all her luscious, olive-skinned naked glory, making her way towards him. He let it happen, and prayed that he would not call out Alexa’s name at any point in the next hour or so.
To be continued……….
Get caught up … (live links to the earlier installments)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
And now…Part 4:
Chapter Five
Operation Seduce Jay Reynolds was in full swing by seven p.m. the next night. The poor guy was nearly panting in anticipation by the end of the meeting. Alex sighed to herself. It was too easy really. Men were such simple creatures. She smiled at him once more, let her hand trail up his thigh as they listened to the droning monotone of the marketing team giving their latest dog and pony show to the VPs and up team. She’d barely slept the night before, staring out across the Bosporus, marveling at how her life had turned in a mere twenty-four hours. And with the memory of Lucas’ hands, lips and voice searing into her like a physical brand on her soul. Damn she was in trouble. Needed to distance herself from him as soon as she could—reestablish control over her inner cougar or something. Jay cleared his throat as she clutched his lean inner thigh, made some asinine remark to the marketing group to cover for it, then leaned back and put a hand over hers, encouraging her to move higher. Which she did. She looked down at the mobile phone he had laid on the table in front of him. “All right then folks, that’s it for tonight,” the marketing VP declared, rising to his full six foot six, blond glory. Alex gulped, remembering what Lucas had said about him. Then she glared at the SOB from operations across the table. She knew his wife, liked her a lot. The fact that the entire room represented some sort of fucked up ex-pat Peyton Place pissed her off. But she smiled, stood, shook hands, lingered, and palmed Jay’s phone as he bid everyone good bye and good night, telling them to hit the lights as they left, he had a few hours of work left to do. She met him at the door, desperate to distract him before he did his usual smart phone check before attending to her. He grunted with surprise as she wrapped herself around him, started tugging at his tie, his shirt, his pants. He put hands over hers, his blue eyes questioning but growing darker with lust. “What is this about Alex?” He tried to talk but she jumped on him again, reaching down to hit the button on her phone signaling Lucas to start the fifteen minute countdown.She maneuvered them towards the dark alcove between the conference room and the large foyer. “I’m just, I don’t know.” She faked a gasp as he cupped her breast. Public displays were anathema to her libido. And she’d told him that before. Now she needed to put on an Academy Award level acting job to prove otherwise. “Oh, Jay…” she groaned and tugged her phone from her pocket, looking at it over his shoulder as he groped her. A blank text from Lucas shone on the screen, acknowledging her heads up. She sighed and pulled Jay backwards more so she could drop his phone then, then unbuttoned her shirt, enticing him, doing a slutty strip tease in the foyer so he wouldn’t realize he hadn’t looked at his phone for nearly five whole minutes. “Baby,” he growled, grabbing her around the waist and tugging her back into the room. “I don’t know what’s come over you but,” he nipped at her neck, laid her back over the large mahogany table, “I like it.” She shivered as her body reacted. He’d been with her enough to know all the buttons to push. But the overall goal kept interrupting her, that, and Lucas’ dark eyes, his slim body, firm lips. She closed her eyes, imagined him, and groaned as Jay kept working his magic. Mentally counting the seconds she clutched his hair, kissed him, did her distracting duties, her mind awash with confusion as she tried to stay separate, distant. It nearly worked. “Oh God,” she groaned as a fairly legit climax hovered around her consciousness. The guy did have some talents. But he was framing her for major corporate larceny she reminded herself as he entered her, and she allowed herself the orgasm, her brain full of Lucas.
Lucas tapped away at Jay Reynolds’ laptop attaching the tracking device, then ducked out and grabbed the phone Alex had dropped in the foyer outside the conference room. He stood, state-of-the-art smart device gripped in one hand and heard her, the low groan of satisfaction and had to grab the door knob to keep himself from rushing in there. He was screwed. He tried to focus on the phone as he walked away, hoping to put distance between him and the sounds of Alex’s pleasure. His entire body clenched with a fight or flight primal reaction. But he overrode it. He’d done that plenty of times before. Installed the tracker on Jay’s phone and laid it back on the floor, creeping out to the sounds of an orgasm that, if she were faking, would have certainly fooled him.He slipped into the elevator, hands shaking as he pushed the button for the ground floor. Everything in him, ever single alpha male conduit and molecule in his possession was raging, yelling at him to go up there, yank her out of that crook’s arms and arrest the guy. But, he knew better. And finally he wrestled both his caveman and his libido back into their respective caves. Taking a deep breath of the slightly polluted air outside the building, he raised a hand and hopped into the first taxi that screeched to a stop for him.By the time he’d flopped onto his rented couch in his crappy, shitty-view flat in Bebek he was ready climb out of his own skin. He kept his phone clenched in one hand, willing her to contact him. Finally, using the excuse of keeping up appearances, he sent her a text: “Feeling sort of lonely. Can you come over?”Blowing out a breath and trying to sort out just exactly what he thought he was doing with this slightly harebrained and more than a little selfish concept, he jumped to his feet when the sickly sounding doorbell rang. How in the hell did she get here so fast? Smiling in anticipation of seeing her gain, he yanked the door open.“Well, that was quite an Oscar-worthy performance.” He froze at the sight of Ebru, the marketing local woman he’d been banging with regularity and enthusiasm. “Um. Okay,” she said, brushing past him and slipping off the raincoat she’d been wearing. “Not sure what you’re talking about but….I’ve missed you…Lucas.”
He shook his head at himself, shut the door and turned to find her in all her luscious, olive-skinned naked glory, making her way towards him. He let it happen, and prayed that he would not call out Alexa’s name at any point in the next hour or so.
To be continued……….
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