Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1)

by Autumn Raynne

  Devil She Became

  Autumn Raynne

  Copyright © 2015 Autumn Raynne

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  Autumn Raynne

  Devil She Became

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  Devil She Became

  Copyright © 2015 Autumn Raynne

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  Published by: Blackthorne Publishing

  Edited by: A Play On Words Editing

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic, recording or otherwise – without prior permission from the author. More information and books by this author can be found at www.autumnraynne.com

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  Thank you to the Lord Jesus Christ, my wonderful mother and father, my beautiful stepchildren, and my adorable dog, Pedro. Special thanks to my phenomenal husband, Kevin. More special thanks to the amazing Mr. Blackthorne and the Wicked Pen Writers. You are all the best! Bless you all.

  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  8:25 a.m.

  Shit. She was running late… again. Reese Vogel glanced down at her phone in disgust. This was the second time this week! Standing on the platform waiting for the train to arrive, she shivered in the cold Chicago air. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind nearly blew her over. Damned Chicago wind. Thankfully, her skirt was pencil-slim and tight, otherwise, the entire platform of fellow travelers would all get a great show of her new lacy black thong.

  Feeling a familiar buzzing sensation in her purse, she reached for her phone. Who would be texting her now? Before she could look, the train finally pulled around the track and slowed toward the platform. It’s about time she thought.

  As the train slowed, she reached up to smooth her long blonde hair into place, then she adjusted her purse and readied herself to board the train. It is so crowded! I hope I don’t have to stand, she thought. She was wearing five-inch Louboutins, and standing on a moving train could be difficult with a heavy purse since she was petite and easily swayed. Maybe some nice guy would be a gentleman and give her his seat. No, not here. This wasn't the South. No southern, cavalier gentlemen here. She guessed the equal rights movement had done more to liberate women up North than it had in the South. Here we are all “equal", she thought. Yeah, right. She supposed they had shattered the glass ceiling too. She shook her head and laughed.

  “What’s so funny? Did I miss something?”

  She turned, looked behind her and stared up into the deepest, most beautiful, hazel eyes she had ever seen.

  “No. I was just thinking out loud. Sorry.” She blushed.

  “More like laughing out loud. So what was the joke?”

  Reese gave the man a more thorough look. Tall, dark hair nicely trimmed in a business cut, clean-shaven, trim but somewhat muscular physique, and those gorgeous, hazel eyes. She guessed him to be in his late thirties as he had just a touch of silver in his dark hair. Dressed in an expensive, designer business suit he carried an exquisite, Italian leather briefcase.

  “No joke. Just a silly thought,” she stammered nervously as she looked at him. He was extremely handsome.

  Grinning down at her, she could feel his eyes on her body. Slowly, his eyes traveled from her black five-inch Louboutin heels to her long tanned legs and up to the curve of her hips where his gaze lingered at her tiny waist. Then, they traveled up to her full breasts where his eyes rested there taking in the ample cleavage that was visible at the top of her red silky blouse. She’d always had difficulty finding blouses to fit her. There was always a gap between the buttons that left a bit of her bra visible as she was full-busted but petite everywhere else.

  Although Reese found him attractive, she found herself feeling somewhat uncomfortable and shifted her purse on her shoulder.

  “I… I need to sit down now,” Reese stammered. She could feel his eyes on her so intensely that her knees felt a little weak.

  Realizing she was uncomfortable, he stopped looking. “Of course, you do. Those heels are high. You probably have a hard time standing in them on this moving train. Here, take a seat.” He gestured to the seat behind him.

  Just then, an older bald man sat down in the seat he was gesturing towards.

  “Excuse me, sir, this young woman needs a seat. How about moving aside for the lovely lady?” he asked the older man.

  The old man turned to him like he was crazy. “What? I just sat down.”

  “Well, sir, as you can see, there are no other seats available. I think it would be nice if we let the young lady have this seat. Surely you can see she’s petite, and riding in this train wearing heels is difficult for her.”

  “So? She could’ve sat down when she got on. Damned woman wearing such tall heels ain’t my problem.” With that, the man turned back to his newspaper, but her dark-haired savior wasn’t finished with him. He reached down and snatched the paper out of the old man’s hands. “Sir, I will ask you again to please let the young lady have a seat, or I will make the rest of your journey very unpleasant for you.” He stood, grinning as he held the man’s paper.

  The old man appeared flustered and somewhat shocked. Reese grabbed his arm. “No, it’s okay, I can stand. I’m fine.”

  “No, you are a young lady, and ladies always get a seat before men. I will not stand by while a beautiful girl like you needs a seat.”

  The old man watched this exchange intensely. Standing up to the younger man was obviously not an option for him. “Oh, here. Damned young people think they know it all. Now give me my paper.” The older man stood up, snatched his paper back and stormed off to the other end of the car.

  “
Now, my lady, here is your seat.” He gestured to her dramatically.

  “Thank you, but that wasn’t necessary.” She smiled up at him.

  “Ok, my beauty, what is your name? I get you a seat in such a gallant fashion the least you can do is tell me your name.” He leaned against her seat as she sat down and crossed her long legs.

  “My name is Reese.”

  “Like the actress, Reese Witherspoon?”

  “Yes, but my mother named me after a relative. What’s yours?”

  “Rose. Like in the movie, Titanic.”

  “Huh?”

  “Not my name. My mother’s name. You said what’s your mother’s name.”

  “No, I didn’t. I meant your name. What’s your name?”

  He laughed. “I know. I was being facetious. It’s Harrison.”

  “Harrison? As in Harrison Ford?”

  “Yep, but my name was just something my parents liked I guess. Not named for anyone else.” Leaning against the pole, he had an excellent view down her blouse.

  “I like that name. Harrison. Very…”

  “Sexy… mysterious.” He filled in for her.

  “Something like that, yes.” Reese kept smiling. “I feel so bad you don’t have a place to sit.”

  “Don’t.” He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m used to standing. I’m an attorney and always walking around in a courtroom, meeting rooms, and my office.”

  “Really?” she asked. “So you said attorney? What type of law do you practice?”

  “Real estate mostly. I assist my father’s company in their various acquisitions,” he replied.

  “Sounds interesting.” Reese’s blue eyes widened.

  “What do you do?” Harrison inquired. Looking her up and down, “Model?”

  “Modeling? No, I haven’t done that for a while. I was a bikini and lingerie model a few years ago. Now, I’m a marketing director for a medical supply company.”

  “Where did you go to school? Are you from Chicago?”

  “I’m from Georgia originally, but my father’s job forced us to move several times. Most of my childhood, I lived in Laguna Beach. Then I attended Northwestern and received both my bachelor’s degree in marketing and my MBA there. After that, I moved back to California.”

  Harrison sat his briefcase down. He adjusted his tie. “Interesting. So why did you come back here?”

  Reese hesitated before answering. “I got divorced.”

  Harrison’s eyes widened. “I see,” he said with a sympathetic tone to his voice. “What happened? Do you have any kids?”

  Reese shifted in her seat to face him. “Well, let’s just say my ex-husband and I were going in different directions, and no, we didn’t have any children.”

  “Different directions? So he was cheating on you?” Harrison concluded.

  “Cheating… sort of. Some people might call it that. I don’t know what it was.”

  Harrison put his hand on Reese’s hand. “Yes, you do. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s his loss letting such a beautiful woman go. He must be an incredible jerk to do anything like that. So tell me, what was it?”

  Reese allowed Harrison to keep his hand on hers. It felt hot against her skin. His fingers were long and slender; his hand strong but smooth. She was having a hard time not imagining those hands roaming her body and his fingers deep inside her.

  “He was talking to women online. Apparently, he met a few of them as well. He claims he never did anything ‘serious’ with them, but I know otherwise. He had odd preferences I didn’t like.” Reese looked down and blushed.

  Harrison grinned at her. Amused, he inquired, “What kind of preferences? You mean sexual?”

  “Yes, sexual.” Reese was irritated by this line of questioning. Was she on trial? And why was she giving her life story to this good looking stranger?

  “Well, to be blunt about it, he liked a lot of strange role play, being tortured, a variety of different things. Things–”

  “–Things you weren’t willing to do,” Harrison finished for her.

  “Well, yes. I like to think of myself as open minded, but I draw the line at–”

  Harrison moved his hand to her arm. “–At socially unacceptable practices?” He finished her sentence again.

  Reese felt slightly intruded upon. “I guess you could say that. Look, he was into a lot of scat play, if you get my meaning.”

  Harrison took his hand off her arm. “I see. I understand Ms…”

  “Vogel”.

  “Ms. Vogel, you are a southern lady, and I can’t imagine you putting up with such repugnant requests. I wouldn’t expect you to. If you were my wife, I wouldn’t dream of asking you to take part in such filth. I prefer my carnal adventures to be exciting and fun, but always in the most–”

  “–You like your filth clean,” Reese answered for him.

  “Exactly.” He grinned. “You get me, and I think I get you, Ms. Vogel.”

  “So, Harrison, what’s your last name? You know mine, but I don’t know yours”

  They felt the train starting to slow down.

  “Well, it’s been delightful talking to you, Ms. Vogel. Do you have a card? Perhaps we can have coffee sometime.”

  Reese dug through her purse and pulled out her business card.

  Harrison took it. “Executive Marketing Director, Ms. Reese Vogel MBA. Impressive. Beautiful and smart. Such a rare combination.” He tucked the card into his suit jacket.

  Reese stood up. “May I have your card, Harrison?”

  He felt around in his jacket. “You know, I don’t have any on me, Reese. I just had new ones printed and I forgot to bring them with me. My apologies. I will be in touch. I have to go; this is my stop.”

  Before Reese could ask for his email or contact info, he picked up his briefcase and glided out the door. Now wait a minute, what kind of attorney doesn’t carry a business card with him… at least an old one. Bullshit. She guessed she wouldn’t be hearing from him again. Well, at least he gave me a seat and kept me entertained on this boring commute, she thought.

  Chapter 2

  After he stepped off the train, Harrison went into his building. As he walked up to his office, he thought of the blonde he had just met. Damn, she was hot. She was just his type, and it wasn’t that she was just hot. She was more than that. He could tell by the way she articulated herself that she was intelligent too. She’d had a quick wit, which he could appreciate. Harrison had had several one-night stands and ‘flings’ with very attractive women before, but he sensed Reese was different. He opened the door to his large office.

  “Rachel, hold my calls this morning please. I have work to do.” He instructed the attractive receptionist.

  “No problem, Mr. Grantham.”

  Closing the door to his private office, he walked over to the large picture window. Gazing out over the Chicago skyline, he thought of Reese. He needed time to think about this little beauty and what he wanted from her.

  Two weeks passed. Reese never saw Harrison again on the train. She hadn’t heard from him either. Evidently, he’d just been polite asking for her card. Concentrating on her work, she let thoughts of him slip from her mind, although, she had to admit she’d had several sessions with her shower head while thinking of him.

  Another dreary Monday morning and Reese was sitting in her office finishing a project when her office phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, so she let the voicemail pick up. As she continued to work, she noticed there was no voicemail in her inbox. Guess it wasn’t important, she thought. Then the light for her inbox lit up.

  To: reesevogel@rticompany.com

  From: harrisong@ggc.com

  Subject: Hi

  Hi, Ms. Vogel. Would you like to have coffee with me today around 1:00 p.m. at the Starbucks in your building?

  Harrison

  Stunned, Reese stared at the screen. Oh, my God, she thought. He did remember me! Quickly, she got up from her desk to go to the ladies’ room to check her appea
rance. Her hair still looked good, and her outfit was office appropriate but still sexy enough to meet him if she undid the top button of her blouse. Her skirt was pencil-thin with a small slit in the back, and she was wearing red Prada heels. She came back to her desk and checked the time. It was already 12:00 p.m. Enough time to refresh her makeup.

  To: harrisong@ggc.com

  From: reesevogel@rticompany.com

  RE: hi

  Of course, I would be happy to meet you at 1:00 p.m. See you then.

  Reese

  She couldn’t wait! Harrison had been so charming, but yet, she knew nothing about him. She wanted to get to know him better. He was the first interesting guy she had met since her divorce.

  At 1:00 p.m., Reese took the elevator to the first floor and walked to Starbucks. She dabbed pink gloss to her lips and looked around for Harrison. She ordered a latte and sat in the corner to wait for him. While she was gazing out the window at the beautiful, sunny day, a deep, familiar voice spoke to her.

  “Hi, beautiful. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” Surprised, she smiled up at Harrison.

  “No, not at all. Just enjoying the day.”

  Harrison sat down across from her. “What are you having? You should have let me get that for you.”

  Reese gestured to her cup. “It’s fine. No big deal. It’s a latte.”

  Harrison chuckled. “I see. I take mine black. That stuff isn’t real coffee; it’s more like dessert”

  Reese licked her lips. “But I like sweet things, Harrison”.

  Harrison beamed at her. “I bet you do, Ms. Vogel, I bet you do. If you like, I could get you a little more cream for you.”

  Reese laughed. “I’m sure you could.”

  Harrison went to order his coffee. This guy is smart and fun, she thought. Could be good for a fling.

  “So, Harrison, tell me more about you.”

  Sipping his coffee, he looked at her. She looked better than he remembered. She was definitely his type, blonde with large breasts and a petite body.

  “What do you want to know, Reese?’

  “What’s your last name?”

  “Grantham. By the way, here’s my new card.” He passed her a card with exquisite lettering.

  “Nice card. Very professional. How long have you been in practice?” Reese ran her fingers over the lettering of his card.