Every Part of You: Tempts Me (#1)
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It was the only way to do this list that felt right. There’d been long periods of time when he hadn’t made the lists, when there’d been nothing to be grateful for, or so it had seemed. Molly had never scolded him about it. Never reminded him of his blessings. All she’d ever done was given him this pad of paper in the leather binder, along with the pen. The gratitude lists had been her thing. What kept her sane, she’d told him more than once. When you felt down, you reminded yourself of everything you had, and it made you feel better. He wasn’t feeling down, not exactly. But he was feeling out of sorts, and it had been awhile since he’d written one of these.
Health, Elliott wrote.
Financial security.
Professional success.
Molly, he wrote after a second or so of thought. It would make her smile that he thought of her as a blessing, though she often claimed she was nothing but a burden.
And that was it. The sum of Elliott’s blessings. He supposed he could’ve gone further, noting the doctors and nurses and caregivers who made Molly’s life more comfortable, or the grandparents who’d believed paying him to stay out of their lives had been worth every cent of their generosity, or the well-chosen stock options that had allowed him to afford the best of care for the woman who’d raised him without having to sacrifice his own quality of living. He could’ve listed the beautiful fall weather or the lunch he’d had today, too, he thought with only a trace of sourness. This would have to do.
Tearing the paper from the pad, he slipped it into his inner jacket pocket and then tucked the pen into the leather binder. He put everything in his briefcase and looked around the office. Friday night, what the hell was he doing in this place after hours?
He got out of the elevator in the lobby without looking first, only to come up short at the sight of that woman, Simone, bending to slide her feet into teeteringly high heels. Her skirt had lifted enough for him to catch a glimpse of her ass, maybe his imagination more than anything else. She caught him looking, of course, and her slightly curled lip told him exactly what she thought of him.
He’d been an idiot, practically running out of her apartment that night. And why, because she’d made his dick hard when she’d writhed and moaned at the sort of touch most other women decried? Because her response had made him afraid, Elliott told himself unflinchingly. Because he was a coward.
“Of course it’s you,” Simone said in a thick voice, raspier than he remembered it.
She straightened, finger combing her hair. Her nipples poked the front of her thin white blouse, and he realized she’d slipped out of her bra. One lacy edge peeked from her oversized shoulder bag. With another of those half sneers, she stood up straight and watched him.. When he met her gaze, she finally smiled.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“Hello,” Elliott said.
Simone drew in a breath. For a second, something flashed deep in her gaze and an emotion tugged at her expression, so fleeting he couldn’t determine what it was. She lifted her chin as she smoothed a hand over her hip. “Let me ask you something. What’s wrong with me, Elliott?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you.” It was the right thing, the polite thing to say. It was also the truth.
“No? Is it because I’m not tall, thin, and blonde?” She tilted her head to look at him.
Startled, Elliott shook his head. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I mean,” Simone said, “why you didn’t fuck me that night when you took me home. What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you,” he repeated.
She nodded as though he’d made some kind of sense, though he felt as though he’d done anything but. “You ran out on me. You know that? Just up and left, like I’d burned you. Or tasted bad. You acted like I tasted bad.”
To his alarm, her breath hitched, and a brightness that could only be tears glimmered in her bright blue eyes.
“I’m sorry, Simone.”
“Well. At least you remembered my name.”
“Of course I remembered your name,” Elliott said. “I’m not a total asshole.”
She leaned forward. Gripped him by the tie. Pulled him two steps toward her, close enough that he could kiss her, if he wanted to. And suddenly, it was all he could think about doing, even though they were in the middle of a public space.
“I’m not so sure about that,” she said in a low voice. “Prove it.”
At first, the demand made his own lip curl, but after a second, he softened. “How?”
“Come out with me, Elliott. Not to some boring charity party or whatever the hell you’ve got planned. Come with me to my sort of place. Show me a good time. Make it up to me,” Simone said, suddenly harsh, eyes glinting again but this time, not with tears. “Make it up to me.”
And, although he’d made far different plans for the evening that had not involved anything like this at all, Elliott found himself agreeing.
About the Author
MEGAN HART is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of many romance and erotica novels, including Switch, Tempted, Deeper, and Dirty. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and children.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
EVERY PART OF YOU: TEMPTS ME. Copyright © 2014 by Megan Hart. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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Cover design by Olga Grlic
e-ISBN 9781250039330
First Edition: February 2014