INTIMATE SEDUCTION.
by BRENDA JACKSON.
Dear Reader, I knew when I introduced the Steele family that writing Donovan"s story would be a challenge. After all, he was the ultimate alpha man, who believed that love was not for him and that there was no woman who existed who could capture his heart.
Of course, I knew differently.
As Donovan watched his brothers and cousins marry, he was determined not to be included in that number. He was enjoying living the single life and didn"t see himself being tied down to any one woman. One of the reasons I enjoy writing romance stories is to show how a man like Donovan, who thinks he has it all figured out, can fall victim to love of the most intense kind.
I"m a true believer in love at first sight, but it"s hard to convert others. So I will continue to write those love stories where when someone least expects it, love can come knocking on their door...or, as in Donovan"s case, come sleeping in their bed.
And to answer all the e-mails I"ve received asking if Donovan"s story ends the Steele series, the answer is a resounding no. no. As in all families, there are other family members and I look forward to introducing you to more Steeles in the coming months. As in all families, there are other family members and I look forward to introducing you to more Steeles in the coming months.
I hope all of you enjoy reading Donovan and Natalie"s story.
Happy reading!
Brenda Jackson
Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies.
-Proverbs 31:10 31:10
Chapter 1.
Donovan Steele opened the door to his home and walked inside with a huge smile on his face. Over the weekend in New Hamps.h.i.+re, his best friend from childhood, Bronson Scott, one of the most popular drivers for the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series, had placed in the top five.
Donovan was proud of Bronson"s success because Donovan, of all people, knew how hard his friend had worked to achieve it. Bronson was not only a skilled driver but was also a racer for the team he owned, Scott Motorsports. Donovan"s chest also swelled with pride at the fact that his family-owned business, the Steele Corporation, was a major sponsor of Scott Motorsports. That provided plenty of advertising for SC and offered Bronson the financial support he needed to pursue his lifelong dream.
Another reason for Donovan"s smile was that at the race he"d been among friends and had managed to unwind and not think about how busy the coming months would be for him back at the office. A new product under development at SC, the first in several years, had everyone excited; especially Donovan since he headed the Product Administration Division. But Gleeve-Ware, as it was called, had to be completed in time for the annual Product Trade Show being held in Toronto this November.
Instead of returning to Charlotte yesterday like he"d planned, he and a good friend from college, Uriel La.s.siter, as well as two of his cousins from Phoenix-Galen and Tyson Steele-decided to stay an additional day to celebrate with Bronson and Myles Joseph, another good friend and a Scott Motorsports driver.
And then there had been Joanne Summerville, a racetrack groupie who"d come on to him after finding out about his close relations.h.i.+p to Bronson and the other drivers. Even now he could still picture her standing under the July sun in those skintight jeans and that sky-blue T-s.h.i.+rt that had stretched snugly across a pair of well-endowed b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Joanne had been a looker, all right, and he regretted not taking her up on what she"d been offering. He hadn"t the time to squeeze in a short fling, no matter how tempting, and he could still see the s.e.xy pout on her lips and the disappointment in her eyes when he"d turned her down. His only saving grace was that he figured he"d run into her again at a future race.
Donovan dropped his travel bag on the floor by the sofa instead of taking it upstairs to his bedroom. Due to an early flight out this morning, he"d missed breakfast and was hungry. He walked toward the kitchen, deciding that in desperate times even a peanut-b.u.t.ter-and-jelly sandwich sounded pretty good.
The moment Donovan walked into his kitchen he could tell his housekeeper had been there. Everything gleamed, from the stainless-steel appliances to the ceramic-tile floor. He appreciated the way she kept his house clean. He was a stickler when it came to neatness, but he also liked having a good time and had no desire to spend his weekends doing ch.o.r.es. He was too busy spending his time doing women.
It came as no surprise to those who knew him that he enjoyed and appreciated female company. There was no crime in that and at thirty-three, he enjoyed being single. He spent his time doing things he liked, which included a lot of traveling for pleasure, and refused to be tied down to a woman who"d have a hissy fit if he left her behind or one who felt ent.i.tled to accompany him.
He"d learned the hard way that women tended to get outright possessive. Alyson Greer had been such a creature, and even now he got cold chills remembering how she had resorted to stalking him. From that point on, he"d made a conscious effort to make sure any woman he became involved with knew the score.
There were simply too many beautiful ladies out there to get tied down to just one.
His three older brothers were wearing wedding bands and that was all well and good-for them. He was happy they had found wonderful women to fall in love with and marry. But he was not the marrying kind. He wasn"t even the serious relations.h.i.+p kind. Short-term affairs suited him just fine.
Besides women, his favorite pastime was auto racing. Not that he would ever get behind the wheel of a race car but he totally enjoyed being a spectator. He couldn"t describe the rush of adrenaline that flowed through his body while watching a race. Of course, sharing an o.r.g.a.s.m with a woman was still number one in his book, but being at a race was a close second.
He reached to open his pantry when he noticed a pair of women"s sandals on the floor by the sliding gla.s.s door to his screened patio. Where had they come from and whom did they belong to?
Had the cleaning lady left her shoes? Was she still there?
He picked up the sandals to study their design. Sleek and snazzy. He"d only seen his housekeeper once or twice, and although she wasn"t a bad-looking older woman, he couldn"t imagine her wearing a pair of stylish and trendy shoes. But then he might be wrong. He couldn"t judge every fifty-something-year-old woman by his mother and his aunt"s taste in fas.h.i.+on.
He c.o.c.ked his right brow, his curiosity piqued, and for the moment his hunger was placed on the back burner. He went back into his living room and then the dining room and glanced around, noticing that the rooms were neat as a pin, tidy as could be and well-dusted. That was enough evidence to indicate his housekeeper had been here.
On the main level, he also had a guest bedroom and a s.p.a.cious bath, with the master suite and his office and another bathroom upstairs. If and when he felt inclined to invite a woman to stay for the night, the downstairs guest room was where they would sleep. He considered it his entertainment room. At one time he"d installed mirrors in the ceiling over the bed until his nephew Marcus-who would come spend the night on occasion-got old enough to question why they were there.
The master bedroom was off-limits. He considered it his personal domain. No woman could lay claim to ever sleeping in what he considered his real real bed. A number of them had tried, considered it a challenge, their ultimate goal. But so far none had ever made it up those stairs. bed. A number of them had tried, considered it a challenge, their ultimate goal. But so far none had ever made it up those stairs.
After checking the other rooms, he made his way upstairs. It didn"t take him long to check the bathroom and his office before heading down the hall that led to his master suite. His bedroom door was closed, which wasn"t unusual, but what was was unusual were the sensations he began feeling in the pit of his stomach, similar to the ones he felt when he was standing on the sidelines waiting for the race to begin. unusual were the sensations he began feeling in the pit of his stomach, similar to the ones he felt when he was standing on the sidelines waiting for the race to begin.
He opened the door, and his eyes quickly circulated the room, stopping first on the vacuum cleaner that was still plugged into the wall and then on the feather duster that was sitting on his dresser.
He stepped into the room and held his breath when he saw a woman asleep in his bed.
What the h.e.l.l?
Quickly, he crossed the floor to his bed and stared down at the sleeping woman. She was definitely not his regular cleaning lady. This woman looked to be in her early twenties and was absolutely, undeniably beautiful.
She was lying on her side but her face was angled in a way that showed an ample portion of it. What he saw flooded his gut with something he"d never felt before, a sensual attraction so hard, gripping and intense that he had to struggle to get air past his lungs.
Her skin, a beautiful chocolate-brown, looked soft, satiny and smooth. Her long eyelashes fanned her eyes, and in sleep she looked totally at peace. Her hair, a dark brown shade, flowed to her shoulders with bouncy-looking curls at the end. He had encountered beautiful women countless times but never before did one have such a gripping effect on his libido. And that very thought downright unnerved him.
Pulling in a deep breath, he inhaled, then took his time releasing it after deciding it was time to wake her. Although his first instinct was to remove his clothes and get into the bed with her. Instead of feeling his privacy violated by the woman in his bed, he was feeling something else altogether. l.u.s.t. Bone-chilling, gut-wrenching l.u.s.t to a degree he"d never experienced before.
He tried tamping down the sensations by thinking that he definitely had a number of questions for her...but first he had to get her out of his bed. With that thought in mind, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder, trying to ignore the way his fingers trembled at the contact. He then watched as she slowly stretched her body before cuddling into another position without opening her eyes.
Tempted to see the rest of her, he slowly lifted the covers...His s.e.x immediately got hard, pressed tight against the fly of his jeans as his gaze lit on her lush, shapely body. His eyes raked over her khaki shorts and cotton top, taking in her long, toned legs, small waist, curvy thighs and flat tummy. And then there was her scent. It a.s.sailed his senses the moment he lifted the covers, a totally feminine aroma that clutched him in blatant desire.
Thinking he"d better do something before he totally lost it, he dropped the covers back in place and gently shook her awake. His fingers trembled for a second time when they came in contact with her shoulder.
He stared down at her face as her eyes fluttered open, blinked a few times, widened and then stared back. The color of flowing honey, her eyes were a perfect match for her complexion. The woman was even more beautiful with her eyes wide open looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
He watched as she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but then changed her mind. Instead she moistened her top lip with the flick of her tongue before gnawing nervously on the bottom lip. He felt an immediate tightening in his stomach. An aura of s.e.xual magnetism surrounded them, held them within its grip.
When he couldn"t handle the sensations any longer, or the torture of imagining all the things he would love doing to her tongue and lips, he spoke up. "I believe you"re sleeping in my my bed, Goldilocks." bed, Goldilocks."
Though her mind was working just fine, Natalie Ford was speechless and incapable of movement. When she"d opened her eyes, the last thing she expected was to drown in the depths of the most gorgeous pair of dark-brown eyes she"d ever seen. And the man"s features were so striking and breathtakingly handsome.
The sensations overpowering her midsection weren"t any better. Her response to him was instantaneous and so intense that, until he had reminded her, she"d forgotten that she had fallen asleep in his bed. His bed His bed. How embarra.s.sing!
The last thing she remembered was thinking she had finally cleaned every room in the house and had saved his bedroom for last. She was about to strip the bed for fresh linen when something about it beckoned her, invited her to lie down between the luxurious covers. That, combined with the little sleep she"d gotten the night before, had her putting her feather duster aside and sliding between the sheets. The moment her head touched the pillow she had breathed in Donovan Steele"s masculine scent. With all kinds of crazy fantasies playing around in her head, she had drifted off to sleep. Now she was wide awake and although she"d never met the man towering over her, she was certain he was Donovan Steele.
Her aunt had three clients who insisted that she handle their housekeeping personally-and were willing to pay extra for that request. Harrell Kelly, Jeremy Simpkins and Donovan Steele. Kelly and Simpkins were professional football players for the Carolina Panthers, and Steele was a successful businessman whose family was well-known in Charlotte. According to her aunt, the three men liked things done a particular way and were determined to protect their privacy. They were her aunt"s exclusive clients.
Until her aunt"s sidelining injury.
Natalie managed a smile hoping he had a sense of humor because she felt the situation needed it. Tossing the covers aside and pulling herself up into a sitting position, she said, "Break"s over. I need to finish this room, which means it"s time for me to get back to work."
Thankfully, he stepped back as she eased off the bed. However, he crossed his arms over his chest, looked at her intently and asked, "Do you usually take breaks in other people"s beds?"
There was that voice again. Deep, throaty, husky. It was crazy, but she felt as though the sound touched her physically, in some of her most intimate places and in very provocative ways. She wished she could ignore both him and his question as she proceeded to strip the bed. Being handsome was one thing, being over-the-top, teeth-chillingly gorgeous was another. There was no way she could forget he was standing there. He was too overwhelmingly male.
Since she was filling in for her aunt who was home recovering from a broken ankle, this man was technically her employer, and she doubted Aunt Earline would appreciate losing him as a customer. She struck a businesslike tone and said, "No, I don"t usually take breaks in other people"s beds. That was the first. But then I"ve never seen a bed quite like yours before."
And that was the truth. Although Donovan Steele was probably six-four, with broad shoulders, he wasn"t what she considered big. His bed, however, was huge. There was no doubt in her mind that four people could sleep comfortably in his bed. She could just imagine what a man-a very handsome one at that-did in a bed this size. Whatever he did, she doubted he did it alone.
"Before we get into an in-depth discussion about my bed, don"t you think you should at least tell me who you are, since I know you aren"t my regular cleaning lady?"
Natalie stopped and glanced over at him. Not to do so would have been outright rude. The moment her gaze locked with his, she felt sensations she couldn"t ignore flood her stomach and her heart rate increased. It should be against the law for any man to look so unerringly masculine.
He had chocolate-brown eyes, a chiseled jaw and a sensual mouth on a creamy cocoa complexion. His hair was cut low and neatly trimmed around his head. A pencil-thin mustache on his upper lip gave him a s.e.xy look. He was wearing a pair of jeans and T-s.h.i.+rt with huge letters that said "Forged of Steele." His scent, the same one that had tempted her to cuddle even more between his sheets, surrounded them.
She inhaled deeply. "I"m Natalie Ford," she said without extending her hand. The bundle of sheets she held to her chest made it impossible to do so anyway and she was glad. The thought of touching any part of him left her off balance.
"And I"m Donovan Steele."
She nodded. "I figured as much. My aunt, Earline Darwin, is your regular cleaning lady. She broke her ankle last week, and I"m filling in while she recuperates. She tried reaching you last week, and when she was unable to do so, she left a message on your answering machine letting you know what happened and that I would be her replacement for the next six weeks."
He kept his gaze fastened to hers as he said, "I left town early Friday morning, and I"m just returning today, so I didn"t get any of my messages." He paused for a brief second before adding, "That"s mighty kind of you to fill in for your aunt. Will she be okay?"
Natalie was surprised he cared enough to inquire. "Yes, her ankle will be fine as long as she remains off of it for a while. Thanks for asking."
He leaned against the dresser. "Now I have something else to ask. Would you like to explain why you were in my bed?"
She met his dark eyes. "Like I told you, I"ve never seen a bed like yours before and couldn"t help wondering if it was as soft and comfortable as it looked. Once I sat down on it and saw that it was, I was tempted to slip between the covers, and I must have dozed off. I apologize for doing so. It was very unprofessional of me, and it won"t happen again."
A look she couldn"t define quickly flashed across his face, and she had a feeling he wasn"t accepting her apology easily. He continued to look at her for a long time with an intensity that made her throat tighten. But then she felt something else with his stare. Direct heat. And it was getting hotter by the second. She tried to recall when, if ever, a man affected her this way.
"I accept your apology, Natalie Ford."
Natalie blinked, realizing he had spoken. "Thank you, and like I said, it won"t happen again."
A slow, s.e.xy smile touched the corners of his mouth. "I think that it will. In fact, I"m counting on it."
It took Natalie a few seconds to recover from the impact of his smile to catch his meaning. When she did, she tilted her head, looked at him and fought the power of his s.e.xuality and the way her body was responding to it. She could tell by the look in his eyes, that deep concentrated stare, that he"d honed in on it too. So, okay, there was chemistry between them. She refused to see it as a big deal. The man evidently was a flirt. "I wouldn"t if I were you, or you"ll be disappointed," she decided to say.
He lifted his shoulder in a nonchalant shrug at the same time that he shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. "I won"t be." An a.s.sured smile touched his lips.
For a few timeless moments, their gazes held in a clash of wills. Now she understood Aunt Earline"s warning about him. According to her aunt, the man was a bachelor who had quite a reputation with the ladies. Apparently when it came to what he perceived as an available woman, Donovan Steele believed in equal opportunity regardless of s.e.x, religion, race, national origin or occupation, since for all he knew she was no more than someone who cleaned houses for a living. Definitely not the kind of woman a man of his wealth and stature would mess around with.
It then occurred to her that, yes, a cleaning woman would be just the type of woman a man like him would probably mess around with. Discreetly. Not someone he would get serious about and take home to meet his upscale family. He"d be surprised to learn that she had a Ph.D. in chemical engineering and was a professor at Princeton University.
"So, when can I take you out?"
Donovan"s question intruded into her thoughts. She studied his face and saw the confidence in the dark eyes staring back at her. No doubt because of the women he"d dealt with in the past, he was pretty sure of himself. He probably figured she was an easy lay and with a few sweet words her legs would part like the Red Sea. Boy, was he wrong.
"I won"t be going out with you, Mr. Steele."
He smiled. "Feel free to call me Donovan, and is there a reason why?"
There were several reasons she could give him, with his blatant arrogance heading the list. "The reason I won"t go out with you is because I work for you, and I"ve learned that mixing business with pleasure isn"t a good idea."
That response, she thought, sounded more politically correct than what she"d actually wanted to say. "And in addition to that, I"m taking a hiatus from dating for a while," she tacked on for size.
He tilted his head at an angle that made his stare even more penetrating. And then he did something she hadn"t counted on him doing. He chuckled. But it wasn"t just any old chuckle. It had both a seductive as well as a challenging sound to it. It immediately set her on edge and alerted her to the fact that he didn"t consider what she"d just said as obstacles.
He verified her a.s.sumptions by saying. "Your aunt works for me. You"re working for your aunt. It"s not the same. And the only possible reason that I can think of as to why such a beautiful woman like you would want to take a break from dating is because you"ve dated the wrong men. You"re now looking into the face of the right right one." one."
Natalie wasn"t sure he was the right one, but he certainly was a determined one. Deciding not to waste her time arguing with him, she tightened the bundle of linen she held to her chest and slowly backed up. "I"d better put these in the washer. I"ll be back later to put fresh sheets on the bed." She quickly moved to the door.
"Natalie?"
Calling her by her first name was a liberty she hadn"t given him but was one he was arrogantly taking anyway. She slowly turned around and once again saw him looking at her. "Yes?"
"Considering the attraction between us, I feel I should give you fair warning that I"m a man who goes after what I want and won"t stop until I get it."
She lifted her chin and looked at him while trying to ignore the surge of desire that stirred low in her stomach. There was no way she could deny an attraction existed since the chemistry between them was so blatantly obvious. She of all people understood chemistry and just how reactive it could be.
"Thanks for the warning, Mr. Steele. Mr. Steele." And then she swiftly walked out of the room.
Donovan rubbed a hand down his face, trying to get a grip. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with him? To say he was attracted to his temporary housekeeper would be an understatement. Even now he could still feel the heat that had ripped through him when her eyes had opened and latched onto his. And he"d been aroused ever since. Totally, irrevocably aroused.
He pushed away from the dresser he"d been leaning against and pulled in a deep breath. He wasn"t a man who pounced on a woman so quickly after meeting her, no matter how good she looked. Usually, when it came to pursuing a member of the opposite s.e.x, he was known to be patient, allowing time for nature to take its course since he was fairly certain how things would eventually end. On the rare occasion when he had to s.h.i.+ft things in his favor, he would utilize the art of seduction.
He wondered what approach he would have to take in this situation. For some reason being patient with Natalie Ford just didn"t work well with him. He was a goner the moment he had checked out her legs. If he thought they were nice-looking lying down, then they were definitely gorgeous standing up. Most men were inclined to favor a woman"s b.r.e.a.s.t.s or her backside, but Donovan was definitely a leg man.