by LK Collins
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UNWILLING
A Fidelity World Novella
LK Collins
Contents
About the Author
1. Westin
2. Sasha
3. Westin
4. Sasha
5. Westin
6. Sasha
7. Westin
8. Sasha
9. Westin
10. Sasha
11. Westin
12. Sasha
13. Sasha
14. Westin
15. Sasha
Synopsis
There are three things in life that matter to Westin Smith.
Money.
Sex.
And his company.
At least that was the case before Sasha Monroe charged into his life with her long legs and smart-as-hell mouth. Since the moment he laid eyes on her, she’s consumed him, making the three things he cares about . . . wash away.
From the moment Sasha meets Westin on a flight to The Infidelity Corporation, she can tell he is every woman’s greatest desire and worst nightmare wrapped up in a finely tailored six-piece suit. Yes, she might find herself daydreaming about him, but those fantasies are all wrong and will never come true. She’s on this trip for business, and that’s it.
Besides, she’ll never see him again.
Or so that’s what she thought.
A twist of events puts the two closer than ever.
Forced to align with Westin, does she have the power to say no to him?
About the Author
LK Collins is the naughty alter ego for the husband-and-wife duo behind multiple bestselling and international bestselling novels. This real-life couple is downright dirty in the bedroom, which bleeds through the pages of their steaming hot stories. While LK writes the books, Mr. Collins, the tattooed god himself, is the mastermind behind so much of the page-turning sexiness.
If you are looking for a scorching read with chemistry so intense it jumps off the pages, then an LK novel is for you. From stand-alones to series, their stories will have you blushing and panting, ready to reread them the moment you’ve finished. The heroes are alpha, demanding, filthy-talking men that will do anything for their girl…or to get them.
Dedication
To Aleatha, thank you for allowing me to write within your amazing world.
1
Westin
“What up, sexy?” I ask my business partner, Dex, as I answer my phone.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Oh, come on, you know you like it when I talk dirty to you.”
He chuckles, not responding with words, but we both know he likes it. I know what you’re thinking, and no, I’m not gay, and neither is he. In fact, he’s newly married to my cousin, which is still something I’m trying to get used to.
“Far from it! Listen, I’m glad I caught you before you boarded the plane.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“I just got a call from Casper Industries, and they accepted our deal.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I respond, probably a little too loudly, as I catch just about everyone around me look in my direction.
I’m a loud mouth, what can I say?
“Yup, no negotiations or anything,” he says, and I get off my seat, walk to the wall of glass windows, and look out at the tarmac in shock by his words.
“That’s ridiculous, we overbid that deal by at least a million dollars.”
“I know, but since Anderson Global announced our contract with them, the phone has been ringing off the hook.”
“Dude, that’s insane.” Anderson Global is the world’s premier social media networking hub, and they are expanding across the US. In turn, they needed us to engineer all their new locations. A deal like this is like winning the Heisman Trophy of the Engineering world. Now everyone wants a piece of our ass.
“Did you hear me, fucker?” Dex scolds me.
“No, what’s up?” I ask him, watching a smoking hot chick walk by me. She’s got long blonde hair, legs for days, and an ass I could eat.
“I said we need to hire a new receptionist.”
“Why? What’s wrong with Mandy?”
“You know what’s wrong!” His tone is cold, and I feel like I’m being scolded by my father.
Sonofabitch!
I guess ignoring her late night calls after our hookups have come back to bite me in the ass. I slept with Mandy, but I didn’t instigate it. She came on to me. Yes, I know what you’re thinking about me, and it’s not like that. This time it’s really not my fault. She wanted me and was persistent as fuck. I thought she'd be okay with a few hookups. But then she wanted more, and I’m not the man to give her that. Had I stuck to my guns by never sleeping with her, none of this would’ve happened.
“So, what are you thinking? I can snag the receptionist from down the hall.”
“No, Westin! We need to hire a guy or someone older.”
“That’s discrimination, Dex. You know that.”
“I don’t give a shit what it is. After what you pulled with Mandy, we’re lucky she’s leaving and not filing sexual harassment charges against you.”
“In my defense, I’m not the one who initiated things with her.”
“Yeah, say’s the boy who cried wolf. I’ll post her position, then we’ll interview when you’re back in town.”
“Whatever, man.”
“Hey, stay out of trouble while you’re gone, would ya?”
“It’s New York, how much trouble can I get into?”
He hangs up the phone without another word, and we both know I could get into a whole world of trouble. But, when it comes to business, I really do draw a strict line, except with Mandy, it appears. I gave in to her when I shouldn’t have.
As I walk back to my seat, they call pre-boarding for first class and families before I can even sit down.
With my bag in my hand, I head to the gate, ready to have a few drinks and finalize this deal. Dex was supposed to be on this trip, too, but my cousin is so damn pregnant he had to stay. And I think even if she weren’t, she’d never let him go.
“Thank you for flying with us, Mr. Smith,” the woman at the gate says as she hands me back my ticket.
I give her a wink, then head down the bridge that leads to the plane.
Once I’m situated in my first class seat, I look out at the gloomy sky. God, I hope this trip will be over quickly. But, I have a feeling that trying to keep that line between business and pleasure could be an issue.
2
Sasha
“I have to go,” I tell my sister, Rachel, as the airline makes the announcement for the final boarding call for my flight.
“You didn’t even let me finish my story,” she whines, and I can’t help but giggle at her.
Which story is she referring to?
“I’ll call you as soon as I land, I love you.”
“Love you.” We hang up, and I grab my bags, which are on the floor in front of me, and then I proceed to the gate.
I’m the last to board, which is totally normal for me—I hate to fly.
“Have a safe flight,” the attendant says, handing me back my half of the ticket stub.
I give her a half smile; the anxiety I'm starting to feel is rising rapidly. It’s brewing deep in the pit of m
y stomach and will soon be eating me from the inside out. As I proceed down the bridge, I focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
Approaching the plane, I can already hear a screaming child and it makes my ears ring. Dammit, I wish I’d already taken my Xanax. But Rachel was blabbing for so long, I didn’t even think about it.
God love her, though. She knows I hate flying and is always the best distraction I can ask for when it comes to traveling for work.
I enter the cabin for first-class and spot my seat, saying a silent prayer when I notice the one next to mine is empty. It’s never fun to fly next to someone when you’re petrified and about to have a panic attack. It makes it super hard to act normal.
I lift my carry-on bag and store it in the overhead bin. Taking my seat, I toss my bag onto the other chair and rest my head taking a deep breath before I dig through my purse for my pills. My heart is pounding so quickly, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. As I search for my pills, I fear I’ll pass out before I find them. The engines of the plane are roaring, and I’m not able to deal with this feeling any longer.
“You mind?” a pair of shiny loafers asks, standing next to the empty seat.
“Excuse me?” I ask the man in an offended tone.
“Your bag is in my seat,” he says, and I almost roll my eyes when I glance up at the man. I saw him earlier while I was waiting for our flight and he seems like a total dirtbag. I mean, the guy answered a phone call in the loudest and most inappropriate way possible. Talking dirty to some woman in public. It was just gross.
Yanking my purse off the seat, I place it on my lap and continue my panicked search for my medicine.
“Another drink, Mr. Smith?” I hear the stewardess ask him and this time I actually roll my eyes when I look up to see her flushed cheeks, chewing on her bottom lip as he responds, “Please.”
“I’ll take a Gin and Tonic,” I butt in and stop the grade school act she’s doing.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She leaves just as I find my pills, and I quickly pop one into my mouth. This whole time Mr. Smith, or whatever she called him, watches her ass until she’s out of view.
Resting my head back, I look out the window in between blinks. Then the plane starts to move.
“Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for takeoff,” the captain says through the intercom.
My stomach is instantly a mess, and I pray this flight is smooth. Turbulence will send me straight into hyperventilation mode.
“Two Gin and Tonics,” the stewardess says, and I gratefully take mine from her hand and practically swallow it all in one gulp.
“You okay?” the guy asks me.
“Yeah, why?”
He looks at my almost empty cup and raises his light brown eyebrows at me. His messy hair lies so perfectly, if that’s even possible, and his suit . . . well, it speaks for itself.
“I hate flying,” I tell him.
“Bad flight in the past?” he asks.
“No, I’ve just never liked it.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t.”
“Huh.”
“Huh, what?” I ask annoyed as the plane taxis toward the runway.
“Normally, if you don’t like something, there’s a reason. Like if you hated a certain food, it was probably because your parents forced you to eat it as a child, or it didn’t agree with your taste buds.”
“Who are you, Dr. Phil?”
“No, I’m Westin Smith. And you are?”
“Sasha Monroe.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sasha.” He reaches for my hand, bringing my eyes to his large fingers. Hesitantly I give him mine, and as he takes a hold of it, a sensation tingles inside of me.
What the fuck is happening?
I fight the feeling our connection is giving me. It’s only a handshake, with a guy who is so not my type. He’s a loud mouth and obviously a womanizer, so a spark should be the last thing I’m feeling between us. But still, there it is, flickering deep in the pit of my stomach.
He’s the kind of guy I should stay far away from. Then to my surprise, he brings my hand to his lips and shit . . . I like it.
“I know what you’re doing,” I tell him hoping that speaking the words will make him stop trying to come on to me.
“Yeah, what’s that?” he asks coolly as the plane abruptly rockets down the runway. The speed we are going at and the vibration makes me forget about everything. I squeeze Westin’s hand as if it will help me get through the takeoff and close my eyes.
Usually, I have time to mentally prepare myself, but not with this man next to me. He’s distracting in a way I’ve never experienced. I didn’t even realize we were taking off. I mean, I heard the captain, but it didn’t really register in my brain.
I'm breathing rapidly as the world around me spins. The plane shakes, and all I can picture is it shredding to pieces and blowing up, that is until a whisper in my ear brings me back to the present. “Sasha, you’re cutting off my blood flow.”
Westin is referring to his hand that I have in a death grip. I let it go and brace the arms of my seat, praying that the flight will be over soon.
3
Westin
The stewardess is eye-fucking me from across the plane, and I know what she wants. Don’t get me wrong, I’d fuck her; she’s cute enough and all. But at this moment, I’m more intrigued with Sasha. She’s fascinating to me, and I really have no clue why. Maybe it’s the apparent distaste she has for me. It has me determined to find out why. She’s a brick wall and won’t let me in, and for me, that’s typically pretty easy to break through. But, whatever the reason for her disdain, I have to know more about her.
Glancing over at her, I see she has her eyes closed. They’ve been that way for quite some time; I’m assuming she’s sleeping. Her lips are full and plump, her skin soft and glowing, and her hair, her long hair has my fingers itching to grab it.
As the plane begins its final descent into JFK, I’m contemplating waking Sasha. The cabin is surprisingly quiet, and I still want to talk to her and get to know her, but I go against it because she hates flying. I could see the sheer panic on her face when we took off, so even if it’s not what I want to do, I let her rest.
The landing is smooth, and even now as I take my phone out of airplane mode, Sasha is still sleeping. Then the captain comes on the intercom, and her tired green eyes open slowly, distracting me from what I was doing. She lifts the shade on her window and asks me, “Did we land already?”
“Yup. See, nothing to worry about.”
She gives me a small smirk, and it’s like her walls are slowly breaking down.
The plane arrives at the gate, and everyone stands up. Thankfully, in first class there is more room, so we aren’t packed in like a bunch of sardines. “Do you have a bag?” I ask her.
“Yeah, it’s the red one.”
I set the small red suitcase on the ground and place mine next to it.
“How long are you in town for?” I ask her as she gathers her things and places them in her purse.
“Why do you assume I’m from out of town and don’t live here?”
“Because of your accent.”
“I don’t have an accent,” she says, yet the southern twang to her voice is as thick as I’ve heard it. “Sure, you do, we all do from the South.” She rolls her eyes at me and takes her other bag, making her way off the plane. Obviously, I said something wrong that upset her. I follow behind her like a lunatic, afraid that I’ll never see her again if I just let her walk off.
“Are you gonna answer my question or not?” I ask her as we enter the airport.
“No,” she hollers back at me over her shoulder, and I speed walk so I’m next to her. She looks over, aggravated and asks, “Why should I?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
She stops in the middle of the airport and swings around, looking intently at me. Her hair whips around and those green eyes blaze into mine. “Because, W
estin, I can see through your bullshit and I’ll be honest, I don’t want any part of it.”
“What bullshit?” I repeat, not even sure where this is coming from.
“Listen, I’m sure you’re a nice guy. But you’re not the kind of guy I’m interested in.”
“I just asked you a question. I wanna know how long you’ll be in New York for.” “It’s none of your business!”
“Why the fuck not?” I ask offended, my ego bruised in a way it has never been before. “I’m not asking to fuck you!”
“See, that’s what I mean, you’re . . . too much! And you know what? I don’t have to explain anything to you.” She turns and walks away from me, taking my breath along with her.
Jesus, why does the woman have to be so unwilling?
Standing in the middle of the airport like a complete fool, I just let her walk off.
My phone rings and I answer it in a daze.
“Hello?”
“You land already, pussy?” Dex teases me.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“What’s with the tone?”
“Nothing!” I jive back, taking my frustrations due to Sasha walking away from me out on him.
“Okay, how was the flight?”
“Really good. I . . . I think I’m in love, man.”
“What?” he shouts so loud that it pulls me back into the moment. I realize then that I’ve been staring at Sasha for as long as I can see her.
“I mean it, man.”