Alluring Promises Box Set (Books 1-3)

by Josie Bordeaux

  “So what’s with you and Vanessa?” Clark asked as I was still trying to catch my breath and think the situation through.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, knowing full well what he really meant.

  “Well, you’ve been hot for her, but you’re not making your usual move.”

  “My usual move?”

  “Yeah, you’d have either gone for the girl now and had her or you’d just move on. I haven’t seen you move on and you’re sure as hell not trying to go full force on her. What gives?”

  “You’ll think it’s stupid,” I told him as I pondered telling him how I really felt about her. Something I still wasn’t sure about how to put into words.

  “Try me.”

  I picked up some weights and started my bicep curls. It gave me something to do other than look at him. He’ll just think all this crap is stupid, which it probably is. I pulled my right arm into a bicep curl as I asked him, “Well, remember at the wedding? I brought Vanessa out to the dance floor and we slow danced?”

  Clark hopped off the treadmill as he prodded me, “And?”

  I pressed my lips together before I tried to explain it to him. “We almost kissed. She brushed her lips against my throat as if she were tasting me. Then when we finally kissed at the hotel it was,” I gritted my teeth as I tried to figure out the word. “Searing.”

  Clark looked up at me and gave me a stupid look. “Searing?”

  I shook my head, knowing he wouldn’t understand, but felt like I had to try to explain it to him. “Yeah, like it just solidified that I knew she’d have a fantastic mouth. Then we finally have sex…”

  “You fucked her?” Clark interrupted me. “When?”

  For some reason, I thought I already told him this, but maybe not. “Last night at the conference in Jersey. Anyway, I hoped that when I finally had sex with her she’d suck in bed or something.”

  Clark smirked and wiggled his brows. “And she didn’t?”

  I stopped my bicep curl and stared at him as I stressed how good she was. “Fuck. She was just amazing. Wild. Fun. I bet she’d even be more adventurous too. But then she left in the middle of the night when I was sleeping. I really wanted to wake up and have more of her. She just keeps giving me a little and I just want more every single time.” I pressed my lips together and shook my head trying to figure out what the fuck that woman is doing to me. “I just…I can’t get her out of my mind. She’s different than most of the girls I’m attracted to.”

  “She’s a bitch,” Clark spat as he pulled the weight up, staring at his bicep.

  “She’s not a bitch.” Then I chuckled remembering our fight at the office. “Okay, she does tend to have that bitch attitude.” I took a deep breath. “She just seems to have this vulnerable side, but then I see her at work and she’s confident there. I just can’t get her out of my head.”

  Clark walked over and picked up a different set of weights, starting a set of upright rows. He gave me a menacing smile as he taunted me, “You’re a wuss.”

  I threw him a glare. “I’m not a wuss.” I looked down and continued my set of bicep curls. “I’m just saying there’s just something about her that I felt when we danced together and almost kissed.”

  “You got all that from one dance and didn’t even kiss her?”

  “Yeah,” I said seriously, nodding my head.

  “You’re a fucking idiot. Don’t become one of those love sick fools, Matt. You’ll just get fucked over in the end like with Stephanie. At least get your dick sucked by her a couple times and move on. Get whatever it is out of your system and move the fuck on.”

  I nodded. He was sort of right, but I couldn’t help but feel like there was something about Vanessa that I wanted more of — something sweet mixed in with that side of confidence that she has at work. I wanted more. “She looked hot tonight, didn’t she?”

  “You mean with her rich date?” Clark chided.

  “Shut up. I don’t give a shit who was taking her out. She looked good, didn’t she?” I asked as I remembered how fantastic she looked.

  “Yeah, actually, she did. She’s got nice tits.”

  AFTER OUR WORKOUT, Clark and I headed to Allure to hang out and drink some beers.

  Izzy walked up and slammed another beer on the table in front of Clark. His eyes shot over to me before landing back at Izzy, surprised that she did that. Actually, his look was more of a “what the fuck” type of look.

  Izzy went ahead and responded to his facial expression. “Just…Ugh,” she groaned as she clutched her hands into fists. “Keep your dick in your pants for once!” She hissed at Clark.

  Clark and I both stared at each other for Izzy’s outburst. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Izzy raise her voice. I mean, shit, she caught Z getting kissed by his ex once and never raised her voice. Seeing her like this was really odd.

  “Mandy said she’s pissed she finally gave in to you. You’re not supposed to be intimate with the staff,” Izzy snapped at Clark with an angry glare.

  Clark smirked and gave a menacing chuckle. “Intimate? I wouldn’t call what we did intimate. I’ve got other terms for what we did.” He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, smiling proudly.

  Izzy let out an aggravated groan. “You’re so gross sometimes,” Izzy threw her hands up in the air and stormed off.

  Clark shrugged. “PMS. That shit sucks. I don’t go near Tina when she gets like that.” He took out his phone and checked. “Just one more week and I avoid Tina like the plague,” he said in a matter-of-fact manner.

  I threw him a disgusted look. “You have her cycle in your phone?”

  “Fuck yeah, I do. You gotta plan that shit out.” I shrugged. “What, you don’t believe me?” He asked.

  “I never had a problem with a woman getting it,” I said as I remembered the last time Kara came to visit and she miscounted her days. Her timing sucked, lucky for me, her mouth did too.

  “It’s not when she gets it. It’s the week leading up to it. Attitudes. Emotional wrecks. Hateful, mean and spiteful.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing you plan that out then,” I commented as I scanned the bar noticing there were plenty of hot chicks out tonight. It was Friday night and the place was packed.

  “Damn straight,” Clark stated flatly as he sent a text to someone and then took a drink of his beer.

  We sat there chatting awhile longer about women and their “moon.” I kept glancing over and noticed a couple of women at another table giggling with each other and looking over at us. A young brunette waved her hand at us and then tossed her hair. Licking her lips, she took a sip from her martini glass.

  Normally, I’d get at least a chub. Nothing. You know what I thought of? Vanessa making a comment about how young the chick was. Or making a comment about her acting giggly and silly. Yep. I kept coming up with thoughts of what Vanessa would say. After being with her for several days and having fantastic sex with her, I really couldn’t get her out of my head. Now I was even thinking what she would say.

  “Why aren’t you going for that chick?” Clark asked as he threw me a disgusted look. I realized I had smiled at her and then looked back to my beer bottle. I started swirling the bottom of the bottle around on the table.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel like it. What’s it to you?”

  “Because you haven’t fucked anyone since you started liking that stuck up HR lady,” Clark pointed out, angrily. What the hell he’s so pissed about, I had no idea. It wasn’t his problem anyway.

  “Shut up. That’s not true. Just haven’t seen a chick hot enough,” I lied. Actually, that brunette was smoking and I’m pretty sure before meeting Vanessa, I’d already have had that girl up in my apartment. Or in the back room.

  “Bull shit. I’m calling you out.”

  “You can’t call me out. You’ve been having sex with Tina all the time and barely chase any other girl lately.”

  “Just until it’s her time of the month. Tina’s a great lay unles
s I see someone else I want. And don’t focus this back on me. Let’s get back to your problem,” he barked.

  I took a drink from my beer before responding, “It’s not a problem. It’s not like I can’t get my dick up or something.”

  “Then prove it,” Clark spat at me with a disgusted look on his face.

  “What? Are you a sicko or something? You want to see my dick hard?” I knew he didn’t, but I wanted to avoid his fucking challenge he threw at me.

  “No, idiot. That’s not what I’m saying and no, I never want to see your dick. I want you to go over and put the moves on that chick over there,” he demanded as he pointed with his beer over to the good looking brunette.

  “Which one?” I pretended not to notice her; the same one that’s been eying me for the past half hour.

  “That one. The one that has been looking over at you giggling like a five year old to her friends for the past half hour.” Wow, I even pegged the time on that.

  I glanced over at the cute brunette as she flirtatiously waved her manicured fingers at me again. Somehow all I kept thinking about is how Vanessa would glare at me and call me a man slut. Fuck. I need to get over her. Clark’s right. Not that I can believe I’d ever say that about Clark.

  I looked back at him and said, “Game on, dickwad,” as I stood up and made my way over to the cute brunette and her little circle of friends. I purposely went without Clark, knowing I’d appear like I needed a wingman for this. I didn’t. I can get this girl. No problem.

  I WAS WALKING LITTLE MISS…yeah, I couldn’t even tell you her name. I had forgotten it already. Clark was right. I needed to just get Vanessa out of my system. First, it was her lips grazing my neck, then her kiss and then we finally had fucking amazing sex and I thought for sure she would be out of my head. Nope. I ran smack into her looking classy as hell and all I wanted to do was rip that expensive dress off her sexy body and have her show me again what she can do. She was feisty and dirty in the bedroom and I wanted more of it.

  Little miss giggly was going to have to erase wanting Vanessa again. I placed my hand to the small of her back and she giggled again. What is she, five?

  Fuck.

  Tits.

  I glanced at her tits and wondered what her nipples would look like. What she would taste like. She wouldn’t taste like Vanessa.

  God, Vanessa even smelled amazing tonight. Shit. Not thinking about Vanessa.

  Giggly. I need a better name for her than Giggly. Something sexy. What’s her name? Maybe she has a sexy name.

  I gave her my half smile that I know does most women in, except Vanessa. I give her that look and she looks down at her paperwork, shoeing me away.

  Giggly. Back to giggly.

  “Umm, I’m so sorry, I feel like we’ve chatted all night and I hate to say this, but I’ve forgotten your name,” I admitted sheepishly. Girls love that shit when you’re acting all shy, so I put that in full force.

  She smiled brightly at me and tilted her head. “Alyssa.” She giggled. “My name is Alyssa, but everyone calls me S.”

  I couldn’t help my disgusted look as I asked, “S?”

  She pressed her lips together smiling bright. “Mmm, S. You know, the letter in the alphabet. S.” She dipped her eyes down to my crotch and added, “Like Ssssnake.” She giggled and bit her lip. Oh fuck. This was going to be a long night. She better know how to use her mouth on my dick or I’ll never come.

  The elevator door opened just in time. We turned down the hallway and I immediately saw Vanessa in that gorgeous dress. By herself. How could she be by herself? What guy would leave her alone looking like that? I watched her a little more carefully as “S” continued to chatter. I had no idea what she was even trying to say. Nor did I care as I watched Vanessa sway slightly and then her leg kicked back as she tried to balance herself. She was trying to put her key in her apartment door knob. She pulled her key back and held it up toward the ceiling as if concentrating to stare at the key.

  “Vanessa?” I asked as we approached her. She took a step back staring at me and then her eyes darted to “S.”

  “Oh my god!” S exclaimed. “Wow…your name sounds just like mine!” She giggled again and covered her mouth.

  Vanessa stared blankly at her, not seeming to understand. I didn’t care to try to explain. I quickly whipped out my key and opened my apartment door.

  “Hey, I’m gonna help my friend out really quick. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right in,” I half whispered to her as I practically shoved her in my apartment and closed the door. I turned back to Vanessa and gave her a small smile. She was staring at the whole incident with a frown. She looked up at me.

  “Pretty young. Even for you, don’t you think?” Her attempt to whisper failed.

  Drunk. She’s fucking drunk. I never thought I’d see this. Shields completely down. This was going to be fun and I rubbed my hands together in preparation for what I knew was going to turn out to be a blast. I hoped.

  “Are you…have you been drinking, Vanessa?” I asked as I leaned in. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I wondered what she drank because her breath didn’t smell like wine. Or at least I didn’t think so.

  She pressed her lips together and stared right into my eyes with a small smile. “Drunk would mean that I ‘ad a couple. I’m fuckin’ oblit’rated. Mmmatt.” She enunciated my name, almost spitting it out as she took a deep breath and began to sway. “I’ve never had so much drink in m’life.” Her smile faded immediately as she dropped her gaze to the floor, looking completely defeated.

  I took her key from her hand and opened her door for her. “Come on Vanessa, let’s get you situated.” I pulled her through towards their couch. She ducked under my arm as if in some sort of comic routine and then jumped into a wide legged stance. Her hair was down and bounced with her. I didn’t bother trying to hide my laughter.

  “Iiiii…” she dragged it out as she held up her index finger, “need to change. Clothes. This dress is too…” she trailed off as she turned towards her bedroom. I watched her walk, well, if you could call that walking. She was swaying so badly that at one point she ran into her bedroom door and then looked at the door as if it were in her way.

  I debated following her. Hell, I’ve already seen her naked, right? My heart started pounding so fucking hard and I got a huge chub just thinking about seeing her body again. I walked into her room to watch her chase her zipper with her hand as she twirled in a circle.

  I couldn’t resist watching her for a second longer as I chuckled. “Here. Stop. Let me help you.” I gently gripped her arms as her head fell back to look up at me. She had already kicked off her heels and I noticed our height difference. She took a deep breath, pressing her lips together.

  “You unzip me so well, Matt. Mmmaaaatttt.” She stressed my name as I chuckled. I walked behind her and gently pulled her hair to the side. Her head dropped as she pulled her hair all the way around her shoulder. She took another breath as I heard her rumble, “Mmmmm” as if she were going to say my name.

  I smiled to myself as I pulled her zipper down her back slowly. I also grazed my finger down her spine as I tugged at her zipper. She moaned, this time making her “Mmm” sound like that deep moan I wanted to hear again so badly.

  I turned her around as she looked at me longingly, staring at my lips and biting hers with her teeth. With that I tugged at her shoulder straps and let her dress fall to the floor. She continued to stare at my lips as she casually stepped out of her dress and attempted to kick her dress away. It didn’t work out as she misstepped and started to sway. I grabbed her by her waist to right her.

  Feeling her smooth stomach, I brushed the pad of my thumb back and forth along her side. Fuck, this was going to be tough. She’s drunk and there was no way I wanted to take advantage of her.

  She sighed and flopped down on her bed to sit. I was glad she was positioned right in front of her bed because she never even looked to see if the bed was behind her.

/>   Her head was eye level with my cock and she was staring right at it. Her hand reached out and her finger grazed along the swell of my jeans, right where I was straining them. Her light touch was sending me right off. I continued to watch her to see what she would do as all blood rushed straight to my dick from her soft touch. Her eyes started to close as she swayed back and forth. Her eyes rolled back and she fell back flat onto the bed.

  I wondered how much she had to drink and if I should really be concerned. I sat down on the bed next to her, leaned over and brushed the hair from her eyes. She opened her eyes and stared at me. She jutted her lower lip out, pouting. I didn’t think Vanessa pouted, but fuck, that’s hot. I might have to get her drunk more often if she always acts this cute.

  “Hey Vanessa, what happened to your date?” I asked in a low voice as I propped my head up with my hand. I was trying my best not to glance down her body in just her bra and panties. I contemplated searching for pajamas for her, but I wanted to see how drunk she really was. I should probably get a hair band in case she gets sick.

  She took a deep breath and then blew it out making her lips vibrate. Then she started doing that again. I chuckled and asked my question again.

  “He kicked me to the curb, Mmmmmatt,” she slurred. “Damn Clark Kent told him ‘bout fucking in limo.”

  That one pissed me off as I could only imagine what he may have expected in the limo. “What happened?” Although I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know.

  “He didn’t like me. I can tell. I was trying to be sisitocated…sositicated…” she took a deep breath and then let out a “ugh.”

  “Sophisticated?” I said the word I was pretty sure she was trying to say.

  She pointed her finger at me and blurted, “Yes! That’s that word I need. Sosisticat’ed.” She pouted again and then looked up at me. “I’m boring. I bored him to death,” Her eyes became slightly moist and I started to silently beg her not to cry.

  “Why do you say that?”