Delecto - Games of Mastery (part 1) Read Online Free Page A

I arranged my legs so they were
pressed tightly together and smoothed my black skirt down to my
knees. I placed my briefcase on my lap and unzipped it, removing
his folder of bound documents.
    “ I have
gathered all the necessary papers for you. It’s a matter of reading
through, choosing your preferences, with my assistance and
guidance, and signing the testament. And of course, I’ll bear
witness to your legalities,” I explained.
    “ Will it
be a long process?”
    “ That is
dependent on your requirements. A few hours maybe. Is time an
issue?”
    “ No, I
just wondered, purely out of interest. I have plenty of time on my
hands. Far too much time. At least these will be a few hours well
spent.”
    “ I think
so too.” I picked up my pen and prepared to begin. But it was plain
that I could hardly see to read or write a word in the dull light.
“Could we have some more light on the subject, please?”
    “ I'm
sorry, it becomes a habit, sitting in the dark. I’ve been suffering
from a migraine since yesterday evening. Would you mind raising the
light a little more for me, please? It’s by the door behind
you.”
    I’m now more
sympathetic and appreciate his incapacity to move, suffering from
such a debilitating headache as a migraine.
    “ Are you
sure you’re feeling up to this, Mr. Shaw? I can return at a more
convenient time, when you feel better.”
    “ No, no,
no. You’re here now, so let’s get this done. I’m recovering fast,
and I'm sure I can manage, but thank you for your
concern.”
    I rose and
approached the switch, considerately adjusting the brass dimmer
knob to a functional but not too glaring light, then returned to my
seat. As I did so, my eyes hurried immediately and keenly to study
the man who sat behind the desk in more detail.
    My. God.
    His
handsome features could grace the cover of Vogue magazine. He was smolderingly good looking
and so sensual he almost took my breath away. It was a look I
considered to be highly dangerous. Men who looked like that no
doubt were. My stomach fluttered mutinously.
    His hair was
groomed and trimmed. It was like a work of art adorning his face
and head. The brown hair was clipped at the sides and slightly
longer at the top.
    Just long
enough to grab a good handful. And very tempting it was too. My
fingers were poised to slip in there. I reprimanded myself for
thinking such thing
    But what
captured my attention most of all were his bright green eyes. They
were completely gorgeous. Stunning emerald jewels. The fluttering
in my stomach escalated as I looked at them.
    His mouth
twitched into a smile. He knew I was checking him out and it seemed
I was being checked out in return.
    I wasn’t a
complete stranger to it. I knew I had some charms worth
investigating. But it had been so long, so very long since anyone
looked at me appreciatively, as he was. A blush began to rise in my
cheeks as his eyes traveled shamelessly over me. I was pleased I’d
opted for my suit jacket. My assets were very modestly and decently
covered; my cream silky blouse buttoned neck high. But even covered
so well, I felt naked under his gaze. I was sure his green eyes
were able to penetrate through my layers of clothing, to the bare
skin below.
    His
blatant appraisal finished, he took another sip of his drink, and
his wandering eyes locked onto mine. My brain clicked
into gear.
    What the hell
is he doing drinking with a migraine? And what’s more, why now?
When we were about to work on his will?
    “ Maybe
you should give the brandy a rest for a while?”
    Oh God, no.
Please don’t tell me I have spoken the words I was thinking
aloud.
    His strongly
defined eyebrows rose in surprise.
    That was much
too personal an observation for me to make, and actually, none of
my damn business. If he wanted to wreck the composition of his will
and drink himself to death on top of his migraine, that was his
affair.
    “ It’s one
small shot, which I’ve been sipping slowly for the last two