Turn Me On - includes The Sexy Suit & Try Me (Winner Takes All, #2)

by Lauren Blakely

“I owe you an apology. I didn’t say who I was at the bar because I was having too much fun talking to you, and I’m sorry. I truly hope I didn’t fuck things up for us when it comes to business. I would love to work with you, and you have my word I don’t make it a practice to hit on clients. That was a first for me.” The man remains entirely impassive, turning his glass of water round and round. Then he stops fiddling and tilts his head to meet my eyes. I still can’t read what’s behind his gorgeous greens, and it’s driving me crazy. “First time you hit on a client, you say?” I swallow roughly. “Yes.” “And what made me your first, Maddox?” The way he says my name sounds like sex and heat. Maybe that’s a sign I’m forgiven. “Do you really want me to go there?” His stoic expression doesn’t shift, but his eyes darken with bedroom intensity. “Yes. Go there, Maddox.” He’s giving me a goddamn command? Gritting my teeth, I resist the shudder that whooshes down my chest. But it is an order, delivered quietly and clearly, and I obey. “You’re just…” I pause, collecting my thoughts, before I speak the truth. “Kind of irresistible.” The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Only kind of?” I’m so damn close to exoneration, but now he’s tempting me. Maybe he wants to know I’m the type of agent who’s unafraid of risk. “Fine. I suppose you’re all-the-way irresistible.” Zane leans back in the booth, smiling, his big frame taking up ample space. “Relax,” he says, all sultry, maybe like he’d say it in...

As the car descends slowly, the women thrust their arms high, and the men bump hips with them. We all jostle around, and after a few seconds of sardining, Maddox arranges himself right in front of me. So much for necessary distance. Now I’m almost as close to him as I want to be, which is the motherfucking problem. Mere inches separate us, and I catch a faint whiff of his shampoo. He smells like the ocean, and the scent lights up my mind. I want to make out on the beach with him until we’re sweaty and hot and have to jump in the sea. I want to take him back to my bungalow and strip him to nothing, pin him down on the chaise lounge and play with his body. I lean in for another heady hit of his scent. He’s so close I could rope an arm around his waist, jerk him flush to me, grind against his tight ass. I close my eyes for a second. What did I just tell Vance? That this would all work out. But it won’t if I’m getting a sex high from my new agent. We’re being serenaded by a drunken birthday girl, and I’m perving on said agent’s luscious, toned ass. “It’s my birthday too,” the brassy woman croons. I redirect my errant thoughts, but they escape and now I picture running my hands across his muscular back, over his neck, into his thick, wavy hair. What if someone else will do that to him tonight? As the quartet warbles off-key, my head battles with desire and jealousy. I’m dizzy and grab the elevator bar to steady myself, but Maddox is gripping it already. My hand slides against h...

“And what’s next exactly?” Normally, I’d spend a day with the client, learning who they are so I could nail the best deal for them. But Zane and I hanging out together for a day? In a town car? Just us? That would be a huge mistake. I’m tempted to conduct this relationship from a safe distance over phone, text, and video calls. Hey, let’s spend a day zooming. But my business acumen tells me to treat him the same as any other client. Stars like a personal touch. They like attention. They deserve it. Zane might not yet be one of the best-known ballplayers, but in time, with my guidance and with his bat, I’ve no doubt he’ll be tops. All I need is a day to learn what makes him tick. I flip through my mental calendar. I’ve memorized his schedule. At the beginning of next month, he’ll be in my town, on my turf. I can be in control as I get to know him better. We can spend some time together during the day before his game that night. We can’t get into any trouble while the sun is up. “Two weeks from now, you’ve got a series against the Los Angeles Bandits. What are you doing on that Tuesday before your game?” I ask. The look in his eyes says he’ll be taking me apart in my bed. But the words that come out of his mouth are, “Doing everything I can to resist kissing the fuck out of you again.”