Deborah Mello - Seduced by a Stallion

Matthew chuckled. “Why do I get the feeling that rest would be the last thing we’d be getting?”

She stroked his arm back and forth. “Whatever are you thinking, Matthew Stallion?” she said coyly.

Matthew slid his arm out of her reach, easing it down to his side. “I’m thinking that we should call it a night. I’ve really enjoyed your company, but I am exhausted. I don’t think I’d be much fun.”

The woman persisted, leaning her body closer to his. “I can make it much fun for us both.”

He smiled politely. “I’m sure you could, Tina, but tonight is really not a good night.”

She huffed, rising abruptly from the table. “For the last time, my name is Leanne!”

As she stormed out of the restaurant, Matthew felt completely out of sorts. He hadn’t meant to be rude, but truth be told, he hadn’t wanted to be on that date in the first place. Had he followed his first instinct, he would have canceled. Had he been smart, he would have invited Katrina Broomes to dinner instead.

Settling back in his seat, Matthew inhaled, filling his lungs with air. He sent a quick text to his secretary with instructions to send the woman named Leanne a potted plant with an apology note first thing the next morning. A heavy sigh spilled past his lips. He couldn’t believe how strongly he wanted to be with Katrina.

* * *

Her telephone ringing pulled Katrina from a light sleep. She glanced toward the digital clock on her nightstand. It wasn’t quite ten o’clock at night. She had lain across her bed almost two hours earlier, intending only to close her eyes for a quick minute to catch her breath. Her day had started early, had been completely filled, and she’d been in need of a bit of rest before tackling a pile of legal briefs that rested on her desktop. She hadn’t intended to fall asleep at all.

She pulled the telephone receiver to her ear, stalling the quick chime that was ringing through the room. “Hello?”

“Katrina, it’s Matthew Stallion. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Matthew! No, not at all,” Katrina responded, the little white lie slipping out before she could catch it. “I was just settling down for the night.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed our time together this weekend. I really had a good time with you and Collin.”

She felt herself smiling into the telephone. It had been a good time. Their afternoon meal had been most entertaining, and the fun had continued back at Briscoe Ranch and the Stallion family’s home.

Collin had been placed in the skilled hands of one of the youth-program counselors. The man had taken instruction from Matthew, his tasks for the boy outlined in full detail. For the first time that day her son had actually looked frightened. But Matthew had quickly eased his fears, and the counselor had swept the boy off to places unknown.

Matthew had escorted her to the family’s rose gardens. They were a classic formal display of beds of roses arranged in a grass-girded oval around an exquisite marble fountain. Thousands of plantings and dozens of varieties decorated the landscape, and the sweet aroma wafting through the afternoon air was absolutely divine.

“This is beautiful!” Katrina had exclaimed, in awe of the scenery.

“Thank you. This is my sister-in-law’s pet project. John’s wife had the gardens installed shortly after they were married. It’s a great place to sit and relax.”

Matthew suddenly looked hesitant, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks. “Are you sure you don’t mind my leaving you? As I explained when we talked, I really want Collin to know that I am going to be directly involved with his curriculum.”

Katrina had shook her head from side to side. “No, I don’t mind at all. I brought a book to read, and I’m going to just sit back and enjoy the quiet.”

Matthew smiled broadly. “What are you reading? A law review?”

A warm blush blessed her expression. “No, nothing quite that serious. It’s a romance novel. I thought it would be a good diversion.”

He chuckled. “A romance novel?”

Her right hand fell to her hip. “Something wrong with that?”

Matthew lifted both his hands up as if he were surrendering. “No, not at all. I’m sure I’d enjoy a good love story. Maybe you’ll read one to me someday.” His tone was suggestive; his eyebrows were raised questioningly.

Katrina simply shrugged her shoulders, the moment interrupted by the counselor ringing Matthew’s cell phone to tell him they were ready. Politely excusing himself, he left her to her own devices, giving her ample opportunity to think naughty thoughts about the two of them.

Lifting herself upward in her bed, she heaved a deep sigh, shifting back into the moment. “We had a very nice time, as well,” she answered softly. “Thank you for fitting us into your schedule. I know you’re a very busy man.”

“I was wondering…” Matthew began, pausing momentarily to gather his thoughts. “I was thinking that maybe you and I might have dinner together sometime this week. I would really like to spend some time getting to know you better.”

Katrina paused. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she said, the hesitation rising in her tone. “I mean, with you mentoring Collin, and…” She stalled, her voice dropping off as she tried to collect her thoughts. “I don’t know if it would be appropriate,” she concluded.

Matthew chuckled softly. “I hardly think it would be inappropriate for two consenting adults to simply sit down and enjoy a meal together.”

Katrina hesitated. For the life of her she wanted to come up with a hundred and one reasons why dinner with Matthew Stallion would be a bad idea, but she couldn’t think of any plausible excuse to say no. It took her only a brief moment before she responded. “I’d love to have dinner with you. I’m free on Thursday,” she said eagerly.

Matthew grinned into the telephone. “Great! I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Matthew?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Thank you again for everything you’re doing.”

Matthew smiled into the receiver. “You’re very welcome. Have a good night.”

As she disengaged the call, Katrina’s smile widened considerably. Her evening hadn’t gone at all as she had planned, those legal briefs still waiting for her attention. But the high note that her night had ended on was simply the sweetest icing on some very good cake.

Chapter 7

Mark Stallion watched as Matthew paced from one end of the room to the other, glancing down at the watch on his wrist every few minutes. He grinned broadly and gestured with his head, meeting John’s eye.

“Your brother’s got it bad,” he said.

John nodded, his own brilliant smile filling his dark face. “First time in a very long time.”

Mark laughed. “Not since junior high school and that crush he had on Millie Stanfield.”

John laughed with him. “I forgot all about him and Millie.”

“I can hear you two,” Matthew interjected. “And I did not have a crush on Millie Stanfield.”

John swiped at the moisture that had risen on his eyelids. “I know that’s right. You were head over heels in love until Millie slapped you in the back of the head for looking up her skirt.”

Matthew rolled his eyes, stopping in his tracks to stare down at the two men. “I would never have looked up Millie’s skirt. I have always been a gentleman.”

“You looked up her skirt, trying to figure out if her thighs were as thick as her calves,” Mark teased.

Matthew shook his head. “That’s not what I was looking for,” he said with a sly grin. “But you boys wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“I know Millie slapped the fire out of you for sneaking a peek. She had your ears ringing for a month afterwards,” John added, barely able to get his remark out in between laughter.