Carly Phillips: Seducme Me aka Erotic Invitation

“J.L. That’s him, isn’t it?” Julia asked, her voice rising in excitement.

“Mind if I read this in private?” Knowing she’d asked a rhetorical question and her cousin wasn’t budging, Mallory ripped into the envelope as she spoke.

Julia stood over her shoulder and read aloud. “ One last time, a lifetime to share, I will be waiting-if you dare. Oh my God, that’s so romantic.” Her accompanying shriek reverberated in Mallory’s ear.

“So much for privacy,” Mallory said wryly. A tremor shook her as she reread the words for herself and she agreed with her cousin. It was shocking and romantic and unbelievably scary.

Mallory didn’t know what had prompted Jack’s change of heart but she knew him well enough to realize he wouldn’t have sent this letter unless he meant every word.

She turned the invitation over. The date was a week away, the address unfamiliar-and suburban.

“How does he expect you to get there?” Julia asked.

“Good question.” Nothing on the paper indicated how Mallory would even find the place. She’d have to find a map for specific directions.

She fingered the paper between her fingers, imagining it held the warmth from Jack’s touch. “But then I suppose nothing worth having is easy, right?”

Julia, unaware of the invitations that had passed between Mallory and Jack, merely nodded, looking a bit stunned.

Mallory wasn’t shocked, she was certain. If she wanted him, she had to work to get him. No one’s ever gone out of their way for me. She remembered the conversation clearly.

And though Mallory didn’t think he was consciously making her work to get him, if she showed up as requested, he’d know without a doubt he was worth the effort.

It was a challenge-with a lifetime at stake.

MALLORY PARKEDher rental car outside the address on the invitation. She checked the number on the mailbox twice to be certain, but the moment she’d seen the Victorian house with the white picket fence, she’d known she had the right place. Quaint and charming, the place spelled out h-o-m-e.

She stepped out of the car and into the rain, glancing around for a sign of something she recognized. Other than the tingling in her palms and the keen anticipation in her veins she always felt when Jack was near, nothing looked familiar.

Pulling up the hood and closing the lapels on her raincoat, she walked up to the front door. Though she’d never been a nail biter before, she was darn tempted to start now. Jack had issued the invitation but she’d added some special touches of her own. After their time apart, she was more nervous now than she’d been at the start. But she wanted him forever and he might as well know from the get-go the uptight Mallory was gone for good and nothing about them would ever be boring or predictable. She walked up the blue-stone steps and rang the bell.

JACK WATCHED HERpull up and opened the door at the same time the old bell sounded in the empty house. He thought he was dreaming as the object of his fantasies slipped past him and out of the rain.

She pushed back the hood and met his gaze, a hesitant smile on her lips. She held out the invitation for him to see. “I’m assuming I have the right place.”

The right place and the right man. “I’m glad you found it okay.”

She shrugged. “I never told you about my poor sense of direction but thanks to the Internet I made out okay. Can’t get lost with door-to-door directions.”

They stood in awkward silence. Not how he’d planned this meeting to go when he’d been without her too long. Jack stepped back to take her in. Her dark hair fell around her face in natural waves while her skin glowed from a combination of summer tan and perfectly applied cosmetics.

He had no idea what she wore beneath the trench coat but from what he could see she wasn’t Mallory the associate nor was she Mallory the seductress.

She was his Mallory and if he didn’t get her in his arms soon he’d howl with frustration. “I missed you.”

Her hesitant smile turned into a grin. “Well, it’s about time you realized it,” she said, and threw herself into his arms.

He buried his face in her hair and held on tight. Her scent was the same and so was the fulfillment he found just being near her.

She pulled back too soon. “So what is this place?” she asked, glancing around the empty house.

She had no idea what a huge question she’d posed. “Why don’t you take your coat off and I’ll explain.”

The color heightened in her cheeks. “Not yet. I’m still cold.”

He narrowed his gaze, then shrugged. “As long as you’re not planning a quick escape.”

“Trust me. I didn’t drive all the way out here just to run off.”

He grabbed for her hand, then met her gaze, grateful to be able to look into those blue eyes again. “I do trust you. With my life.”

Her eyes filled with moisture as she reached a hand out to his cheek. “That can’t be an easy thing for you to say.”

“Funny, but with you it is.” He struggled for the right words.

She must have understood because she waited quietly.

“That week we spent together changed everything.”

She inclined her head. “Tell me about it,” she said softly.

He laughed. “I guess we both had a life altering experience. You found yourself and what you wanted out of life. I found you and learned that relationship isn’t a dirty word.” It wasn’t just the sensual experiences they’d shared but the emotional bonding they’d done in the process, Jack thought. “By the time you left I realized I couldn’t be the Terminator any more than I wanted to be.”

Her intense stare never wavered. “Alicia said you were incredible.”

He shook his head. “She was the incredible one. Just as you’d said. I just got damn lucky Lederman screwed himself because otherwise I’d have been in an untenable position. I couldn’t walk away from that case without costing the firm and I’d never do that. Even though by then I had a hunch things were over for me there, too.”

“You quit?” Her voice rose in pitch and shock.

“I’m in the process of selling my interest in the partnership. There’s no way I can go on the way I’ve been, taking cases, helping to destroy marriages no matter the cost.” He grinned. “Not when I’ve seen the light.”

“I’m floored.”

“So am I. I’m still not certain which direction to take next but I am sure I did the right thing.”

“And this place?”

He couldn’t stall any longer. His palms might be sweating like a teenager but he was a man on a mission and damned if he’d back down now. “A gamble. You were on the fast track to partnership and insisted marriage and family didn’t fit into the equation.” He drew a deep breath. “But you always believed and wanted me to believe, too. Now I do.”

“What are you saying?”

He clenched and unclenched his fists. “I’m saying that when you gave up your job, I figured you were thinking about things differently. This is it, sweetheart. Your invitation to the American dream. The house, the white picket fence…”

He pointed toward the window facing outside. “There’s an animal shelter around the corner and I know I wouldn’t mind getting started on the two-point-five kids. Of course, I wouldn’t keep you barefoot and pregnant. That mind’s too sharp to waste, but I’m sure this town could use two more brilliant attorneys.”

She blinked in stupefied, stunned silence. There was a time he’d be grateful to have been able to shock her, but no more. Control was not a damn illusion and she was in command.