Sexual Encounter (Encounter #1) Read online

  Copyright © 2017 LK Collins

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  Edited by Lisa Christman, Adept Edits

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Natalie, your friendship and support mean so much to me. I hope you love this story—it’s for you after all. Xoxo

  Chapter 1

  Jett

  “I’ll see you at ten, Tom,” I tell my pain-in-the-ass client, and just want to hang up on him. Jesus, I could wring his pathetic neck. He’s been bitching about his divorce settlement for another half hour of my life that I won’t get back. We are so close to being done, but he won’t stop being difficult. Sometimes, I wonder if he’s dragging his heels because he really doesn’t want to get divorced.

  “Whatever happens, I’m not giving her the Malibu beach house—end of story.”

  “Tom, do you realize how many houses there are in Malibu? And this entire time you have pushed back over the stupidest shit. She’s not asking for much here if you really think about it. A fraction of what she could ask for.”

  “It’s not happening, Jett.”

  “Fine. I’ll see you shortly, just calm down ‘til I get there.”

  “Jett!” he yells at me as I press the end button on my phone, stoked to be done with him.

  I walk into my building with my head buried in my cell phone sorting through a slew of emails. Automatically, I press the button for the elevator, as I go through the list of shit I have to deal with today.

  Another fucking day in paradise.

  Waiting for the doors to open, a woman stands next to me and immediately catches my eye. Her scent intoxicates me and her obviously expensive clothes mold to her body like a glove. As I look over her soft skin and gorgeous blonde hair, my mind clicks into the mode. Giving her a wink as I look her up and down, she shyly looks away. I undress her with my eyes, imagining her tied up and under my control. Her hair is piled up on top of her head and staring at it; I bet it’s long. I’d love to see it down, touching it with my fingers as I fuck her.

  She smells un-fucking-real.

  A scent I can’t quite pin. Glancing back down at my phone as a text comes in, I can’t focus on it—my mind keeps drifting—imagining what she would be like on her knees, with my cock in her mouth. Jesus, the thoughts have my cock swelling.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I don’t usually gawk at women, being in my line of work and seeing all the shit I have, but there is something about this one. Something different. Her eyes are so green and alluring. Breathing in her scent, I search for the connection…maybe it’s the beach? And something else, what is it? The elevator doors open, and she waits for me to go in first, but I gesture her to go in ahead of me with one hand. I might be perceived as an animal by the female population, but I was raised a gentleman.

  She steps in, and my eyes go straight down—her ass is plump, leading down to her sexy legs—just fucking perfection.

  I go to press the 27th floor, but it’s already illuminated. We’re headed to the same place, and I’m tempted to invite her back to my office, to fulfill my morning fantasy. Surely just once with her is all I need, and then I’ll have satisfied this insane urge that she’s awoken inside of me.

  The doors shut and we’re alone, filling the elevator with that awkward-as-fuck silence everyone hates.

  “Are you gonna select your floor?” she asks me, her voice as soft as silk, and I want to hear her say my name.

  “Nope, you already did,” I respond, and she gives me that small, shy smile again. But this time she bites her bottom lip. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she’s good at it. God, I’d love to pin her against the wall of this elevator and fuck her.

  Shaking away the thoughts, I try and clear my mind, but as I stare off, I’m having such a hard time with my dick. Maybe it’s her scent, that’s it, sweet like cotton, or her red fuckin’ toenails that are peeking out at me from her shiny black shoes. God, what I’d do to have her toes in my mouth, or any part of her body for that matter.

  The elevator opens, and I hold the door for her, allowing her to exit first. Again, my eyes eat up her ass, and I wonder what she’d do if I pulled her into the bathroom, slammed her against the wall, and hiked up her dress.

  Unfortunately, I won’t find out today. She meets some tool of a guy in the waiting area, and I watch in disgust as they hug tightly and then he kisses her on the cheek. Nasty fucking bastard!

  What is it about the women in California that have them dropping at the feet of ugly, decrepit, men? Is it really their money? I find that hard to believe, but let it go and keep on walking, heading into my firm to deal with Tom, who I know is already waiting for me.

  “Good morning, Mr. Jordan,” my assistant, Jasmine, says to me.

  “Morning. Where is he?” I ask, and she points to the conference room at the end of the hall. I look down at my watch—it’s a quarter ‘til ten. Tom can wait another fifteen minutes. “Is the other attorney here?”

  “No, sir, not yet.”

  “Perfect, I’m gonna gather a few things from my office. When the attorney arrives, will you send him in?”

  “Sure.”

  Heading into my office, I pull out Tom’s file and give it a quick once over. Today is the first time we have all met, and I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. I mean, if Tom wasn’t so bullheaded, we’d have settled this months ago, and everyone would have been on their merry way. But that’s not Tom, and I’ve learned from handling my fair share of divorces that they rarely go as you planned.

  There’s a knock on my door, and I look up to see the guy who the girl from the elevator just hugged and kissed. What the fuck? Oooh shit! She’s Tom’s wife!

  “Mr. Jordan? I’m Ralph Shipman, Natalie Valero’s attorney.”

  “Please, call me Jett. Come in.”

  “Jett Jordan—that’s got to be the best lawyer name ever,” he says with a sarcastic chuckle. He closes the door and takes a seat in one of the chairs across from me. His beady eyes squint from the California sun, and I want to hurt him for snagging a fucking girl like her, especially at his age…but I won’t. What I should do is whip my cock out and set it on the desk in front of him so he can see what a real man is.

  I press the button to lower the window shades and speak, “Ralph, let’s be hones
t here. My client has complied with everything that Mrs. Valero has wanted, except for the Malibu house.”

  “Please call her Natalie, and there is a reason for that. Natalie is my niece.” Now it makes sense. I guess I’ll spare him. Regardless of how hot she is, I really just need to get this case over with. “Her late mother, my wife’s sister, passed away in that home. She was on hospice and chose to finish out the rest of her days there. So to Natalie, this is about more than just a house. This is about her mother’s final wishes.”

  “I can try and talk to Tom again, but he’s been very adamant about this.”

  “We would greatly appreciate it if you did that.”

  “Okay. Give me about five minutes, and then I’ll have Jasmine bring you guys into the conference room.”

  He shakes my hand, and I grab the file, leaving my office. Ralph is behind me, and the second that I walk out, I spot Natalie. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and glances at me. That shy look in her eyes drives me wild, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to not go towards her.

  Jesus Christ, pull your shit together, man.

  Walking into the conference room, Tom shoots out of his chair like there’s a fire in his pants. “Well, it’s about goddamn time.”

  “Tom, calm down. It’s not even ten o’clock yet.”

  “Did you talk to them? How are we looking?” he asks me, his energetic demeanor in full effect today, and I find myself trying to fathom her being married to a guy like Tom. He’s such an asshole. I’ve seen it firsthand. What in the world did a woman like Natalie ever see in him? She deserves so much, and obviously, Tom didn’t give her that. Just the way he’s talked about her during the divorce process, the guy is a scumbag.

  “I spoke to Mr. Shipman, and I have to admit, I’m a little pissed that you didn’t tell me about Natalie’s connection to the beach house.”

  “Fuck her. She’s just making excuses. She’s a money hungry twat.”

  “Tom, her mom passed away in that house. Do you really want it?”

  “I don’t give a shit if Elvis died in that fucking house, it’s mine. I paid for it with my first check, and I want it. I’m already giving that bitch fifteen million dollars.”

  His continued disrespectful references to Natalie send a twinge of anger shooting through me. But it also reminds me why I don’t date or frankly deal with women minus a one-night stand every so often. Seeing divorces the way I have and what they do to people has permanently turned me off from not only marriage but relationships too.

  I don’t even know why his words bother me; he’s my client, and I’ve heard worse from him. I should be on his side, but in all honesty, I’m only doing this for the box suite he’s gifting me to the football team he owns in LA as part of my payment. I really don’t like Tom Valero, I never have.

  “So what you’re telling me is you want to go to court?” I firmly ask him.

  “No, of course not.”

  “Then—” We are cut off by Jasmine who knocks and then enters with Ralph and Natalie in tow. I try not to stare at Natalie, but it’s hard, really fucking hard; her eyes draw me in like a moth to a flame. I’ve never met a woman who gives me this feeling, this instant want and need. It’s like I have to satisfy it, or…or I don’t want to think what’ll happen if I don’t. Suddenly, I find myself contemplating taking this to court so I can see her every day.

  Jesus Christ, I’m losing my goddamn mind.

  Chapter 2

  Natalie

  It’s been almost two years since Tom and I split up, and I promised myself I wouldn’t let him make me cry anymore. Now, here I sit, a sobbing mess. Jesus, he was such an asshole in the meeting today, going back on so many things we’d already agreed upon. Now, it feels like we’re back at square one. Even his attorney could see he was being unreasonable, which is saying something considering Ralph said he’s the best divorce attorney in LA.

  But fuck, Jett Jordan is so sexy and hot as hell, thank God he was there to keep Tom in line and to keep my mind somewhat distracted. I must’ve stared at him the entire time. But it helped to quiet Tom’s voice as hearing it anymore is like nails to a chalkboard. He’s so degrading and insulting, the way he keeps accusing me of being money hungry, which is the farthest thing from the truth. I wish I didn’t have to take any of his money, but he forced me to quit my job. I was a successful interior designer when we met. Now, all that is a distant memory. And my mother was in debt over her head and barely left me with a penny after I settled all of her affairs.

  Now, I’m scared that Tom will leave me with nothing. I was so hopeful that a face-to-face meeting with all of us would settle things once and for all, but it only stirred the pot.

  Looking out at the waves as they crash against the shore, I wipe my eyes dry and take in a deep cleansing breath. I will not let Tom do this to me. I’ve dealt with years of his shit. Neglect and verbal abuse became the norm from him—I’m done.

  Closing my eyes, I get lost in the sounds of the ocean waves, and as my mind drifts, I find myself visualizing Jett and the way he looked at me in the elevator. His light brown eyes ate me alive, his tall, muscular frame, bursting beneath his suit, and his voice, so deep and sexy.

  Unexpectedly, my phone rings in the distance, and I almost jump, so lost in my daydream. Going inside, I pick it up off the couch, assuming it’s Ralph with an update. But it’s a number I don’t recognize.

  “Hello?” I answer hesitantly.

  “Natalie?”

  “Yeah, who’s this?”

  “It’s Jett Jordan, Tom’s attorney.”

  “Oh,” I respond, a little confused that he is calling me directly.

  “Do you have a few minutes? I have something to run by you.”

  “Sure, but I didn’t think you were allowed to reach out to me. Ralph said—”

  But Jett cuts me off, “I don’t have time to call Ralph and wait for him to get a message to you and relay it back to me. I’ve spoken with Tom…again…and I believe we have an offer you’ll like.”

  “Oh—Wow—Okay!” A bolt of excitement runs through my veins. All I want is for this to be over and to be able to keep this house, this place that holds so many memories of my mother and our time together. She was never around much when I was young. She was an aspiring actress, so her work came first, and that left me…alone. However, our time here was different, it was as if we got a fresh start and made up for all the lost time from so many years ago.

  “Could you come by my office?”

  “Now?” I huff into the phone.

  “Yes, now,” he’s quick to respond.

  “Can you tell me what it involves? Does it include the beach house?”

  “Yes, it does.”

  “And money?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right down.”

  Leaving in a hurry, not even caring that I’m wearing my yoga pants and a tank top, I pray that this is the news I’ve been waiting for. I call Ralph on the drive, so he’s not caught off-guard, but he doesn’t answer.

  I park on the street and pay the meter. Looking up at the dark building, it’s illuminated with tons of lights twinkling from top to bottom.

  Standing in the elevator on the way up reminds me of being in here with Jett this morning. He acted like he wasn’t staring, stripping me naked with his eyes, but he really did a terrible job hiding it.

  Once the doors open, the floor is pretty much desolate. Walking into Jett’s office, I notice the plaque on the wall reads, Jordan and Associates.

  So this is his practice…

  His assistant is not at her desk. However, there are a few other people around. I decide against telling them that I’m here to see Jett since he’s the one that ordered me here and walk up to his office door.

  He’s sitting behind his huge glass desk. Right away, he looks up at me. His mouth turns into a huge grin like he’s won the lottery. “Wow, that was fast,” he says and gestures me inside.

  “I
need to get this over with.”

  “Well, close the door then,” he orders me with a seductive grin plastered across his chiseled face, “and have a seat.”

  Turning the handle, I take a deep breath in and let it out. Jett is leaning back in his chair, wearing a white dress shirt that I can see his abs peeking through. His black pants are tight against his muscular thighs, and I shake my head, acting like I’m not totally checking him out. I take a seat across from him and stare off, probably doing a worse job than he did in the elevator.

  Then he gets up and walks around his desk, leaning on the backside of it, the glass so thick it doesn’t falter from the weight of his body, and I find myself imagining I’m bent over it. The way my breath would fog it from him screwing me, and he asks me, “You okay?”

  I give my head a tiny shake. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I just have a lot on my mind.”

  “I know Tom was brutal when we all met today and…I’m sorry for the way he acted.”

  “It’s okay, I’m used to it, and you don’t need to apologize for him. That’s the way he’s been towards me for a long time now.” Thinking back on his venomous outburst when we met earlier reminds me of all the shit years that Tom and I had together. Tears fill my eyes, and embarrassed, I place my head in the palms of my hands.

  Jett pulls me to my feet and wraps me in a tight hold. “Don’t,” he orders me in a stern voice. “Don’t let him do this to you, Natalie.”

  I chuckle and look up into his eyes dancing in the bright light of his office. His messy brown hair has my fingers itching to run through it and then before I know it, his lips are on mine, and I melt into him. Fuck, I need to be kissed. He tastes like heaven, a sweet blend of mint and the ocean breeze.

  A moan escapes me, and his tongue glides into my mouth. He teases my mouth with his, and I tighten my pussy. My panties are moist, loving this attention that I haven’t had in so long…too long.

  His hands roam my body, from my ass to my breasts, ‘til he’s holding the sides of my face, and we stop, looking into one another’s eyes, so lost in this lust-filled connection. Then he whispers to me, “God, I’ve wanted to do that since I laid eyes on you.”