When Kristy signed on to be John Smythe’s executive assistant, she never imagined falling in love with the coldly handsome and ruthless CEO. Yet, that’s precisely what happened. In Smythe’s hands, the company prospered, even if his partner didn’t. Wheeler Enterprises is in the middle of a fraud investigation when Douglas Wheeler dies, and his only daughter is all that stands between Smythe and complete control of the Wheeler company.
When Detective Peter King comes into the picture, and accuses Smythe of more than corporate dirty-dealing, Kristy’s life is suddenly a lot more complicated than she wants it to be…
“How did things go with the accountants?” John enquired. His even tone revealed how annoyed he was by the present situation.
“They’ll be returning in the morning to finish,” Kristy told him, running her hands through the tangle of hair that brushed her shoulders. She’d spent most of the afternoon in the Wheeler board room, going over the financial statements and accounts with the representatives from Woodward and Edwards. The two men sent to do the review were almost too eager to earn the consultation fee Karen was paying them to find some way of discrediting Smythe’s handling of corporate funds. Kristy had all but come to blows with them numerous times.
“You look tired, darling,” John murmured, his hands settling on her shoulders. Strong fingers began to knead the knots of tension in her upper back, and Kristy sighed softly and closed her eyes.
“, Your former executive assistant, Robert, did his job well,” she said. “God! That feels good,” she whispered, as tiny shivers of pleasure spread through her body. “The books are in perfect order.”
“That was what I paid him for,” Smythe noted, his tone sardonic.
“I know what you paid him for, sweetheart,” Kristy commented with a low laugh. “I am also perfectly aware that the accounts we’ve been looking at all day are not quite accurate.”
Smythe’s fingers halted in their sensual activity and he waited for her next words.
“They haven’t a clue, John,” she reassured him. “I simply have no illusions about why you hired me, and handed the D.A. a solid case against Robert.”
“And?” he prodded, moving away from her to sit on the edge of the huge conference table.
Acutely conscious of her body’s response to his touch, and objecting to its withdrawal, Kristy rose and stood in front of him. She leaned forward until their eyes were bare inches apart. John shifted his position on the table and spread his legs to allow her fully into his embrace.
“I don’t intend to end up the same way Robert did, darling,” she whispered. Before he could answer, she covered his mouth in a hungry kiss. Her weariness left her as Smythe’s hands answered her overt invitation and began an exploration beneath her jacket. She shuddered as their kiss deepened.
“Am I interrupting something?”
The pleasant, too polite tone put a scowl on Smythe’s face as he released Kristy with deliberate reluctance. Covering her own annoyance at the interruption, she quirked an eyebrow in speculative interest as John stood and gestured for the unexpected visitor to come into the room.
“It’s good to see you again, Detective King,” Smythe said with a forced smile. “I don’t think you’ve met my new executive assistant, Kristy Hawthorne. This is Peter King.” He concluded the introduction as he sank into the large, cushioned chair at the head of the table and waited for King to show his hand.
Peter’s smile was still irritatingly cheerful. He stepped forward and shook Kristy’s hand, brown eyes measuring her as she met the faint challenge in his manner.
“You should keep better company than this after hours,” he commented.
“I’ll bear that in mind, Detective,” she returned, matching his smile and his tone. “Is this a private meeting, or should I remain to referee?”
“You’ve heard of me,” Peter remarked with mock despair. “I’m disappointed. It’s probably all bad.”
“Not all of it,” Kristy replied. “Karen likes you.”
Peter’s grin brightened his features for a second, then faded when he dropped into a seat across from Smythe.
“Is there a point to this intrusion, Detective?” John asked with a faint smile. “Or, were you just in the neighborhood?”
“As a matter of fact,” Peter began, then stopped in mid-sentence. His pleasant manner disappeared and his voice, when he spoke again, had the unmistakable edge of honed steel. “Karen’s in protective custody, Smythe. My custody. If anything happens to her, I promise you, it’ll reflect badly on your health.”
“Is that a threat, Detective?”
“No threat,” Peter answered, his good humor returning as miraculously as it had vanished seconds earlier. “I just thought you might like to be aware of your situation.”
“And what ‘situation’ might that be?”
“She’s to be left alone, Smythe. You may have conned her father and the D.A., but I know better.”
“Of course,” John replied, his tone slipping into condescending amusement. “But, perhaps you should be a little more concerned about your own continuing good health?”
“Is that a threat, Mr. Smythe?”
“No threat. I just thought you might like to be aware of your situation, Detective.”
“This isn’t over,” Peter promised. He stood and headed for the door. John’s voice stopped him.
“A word to the wise, Detective King. Leave it alone. Wheeler Research and Technology is my business, not yours. Remember that, and you just might survive your involvement in my affairs.”
John watched the conflict play itself out on the detective’s expressive features. King wanted to fight, but he also recognized the futility of it. John resisted a satisfied smile when Peter glared at him, grabbed the doorknob, and left the room without a sound.
“He’s not exactly short on nerve, is he?” Kristy said.
“Nor particularly long on brains.”
John watched Kirsty as she went to the door and twisted the lock. She came back to him and slid into a sitting position on the table in front of him, long legs dangling on either side of his. He placed his hands on her knees and slowly moved them upward over the curve of her thighs.
“Where were we?” he murmured, pulling her forward until she straddled him in the chair.
“You were helping me relax, darling,” she said with a laugh, and reached for his tie.
“Would you like to have dinner?” Smythe’s gaze held hers as his fingers opened the buttons on the satin blouse she wore.
“Yes,” she breathed into his mouth. “Right here on the board room table.” If he planned a retort, she prevented it from being voiced when she covered his lips with hers. The kiss was intense, possessive, and arousing. Kristy’s head was already spinning with the need to have John inside her. She broke their kiss and her head fell back. She moaned softly, her body shivering in response to his touch as he kneaded her breasts in firm hands, her nipples pressed tightly against the sheer lace cups of her bra.
Smythe moved suddenly, lifting her onto the smooth conference table. She shed the blouse that hung off her shoulders and his deft fingers tugged the lacy bra cups down to expose the tight, dark buds that crested the ample swells of her breasts. She murmured soft whispers of encouragement when he began licking the sensitive tips. When she couldn’t stand the denial any longer, she flicked the clasp open and let the discarded brassiere fall into the rumpled pile of satin that was her blouse. Then she kissed him and guided his mouth to one of her aching nipples. When his lips closed over the straining tip and he began sucking hard, she squirmed and tried to pull him onto the table with her.
“You’re eager tonight, darling,” John murmured as he drew away and began to drop his own clothes into a nearby chair.
Kristy laughed and shed her skirt, then she tossed him her damp panties and spread her legs wide as she leaned back.
“I see I’m not the only one,” she noted, her voice a low, erotic purr of satisfaction.
“What, precisely, do you want, Kristy?” John taunted, his hand closing around the rigid length of his erection, the smooth stroke of his fingers steady and slow.
“I want that,” she said, pointing to his cock, “right here.” She slipped her finger into the hot, wet folds between her thighs.
“Keep doing that,” he instructed, and she complied, her hand moving in a rapid, thrusting rhythm as she fell back to the surface of the table and her hips flowed into the motion. She was hovering on the edge of orgasm when John pulled her fingers away, and she choked back a scream when his tongue burrowed into her, the hot flicking force of it making her entire body spasm. Her hands found his head and pressed his mouth closer as she pushed her hips upward. When his tongue began to lap at her clitoris in quick, feathery caresses, the world exploded in a tiny shower of sparks behind her eyes and she lost the ability to breathe properly.
A low groan of pain-tinged ecstasy fell from her lips and she rode the waves of pleasure for several seconds before he drew back and stretched out over her. He kissed her eyelids and they fluttered open to stare up at him. She shuddered and her legs rose to lock around his waist when he thrust into her, burying himself in her still quivering heat. For just a moment he was still, and Kristy could almost feel the hammering of his heartbeat when he held her head between his hands, stared into her eyes and began to move inside her. The slow, steady thrust of his hips quickly lost its gentleness and she felt the second wave of euphoria building within her as he pounded into her, his handsome features fiercely beautiful as he gave his body over to its own desperate need for release. Moments later, their voices blurred together in a groan of profound pleasure, and Kristy cradled him to the cushion of her body as they tried to breathe normally again.
Read what the reviewers are saying…
“5 Cups!…Technically, there are four main characters in this tale, John Smythe and his assistant Kristy, Karen Wheeler and police detective, Peter King. Kristy is a wonderful character smart, strong, and ambitious. When she falls in love, she falls completely. Even when John is being accused of horrible things, she remains loyal and confident in her love. The love scenes between her and John are steamy and plentiful. The story itself is a pleasure. Within these pages, you will find danger and intrigue, mystery, along with lots of sizzling and sultry sex. Considering the book is only a mere 98 pages, the fact you can find all that inside tells you a lot. The story is well written and nicely delivered at a pace crisp enough to hold the reader’s attention without being hurried. My first by Ms. Bridger and it will definitely become the first of many!”—Johnna Flores, Coffee Time Romance
“4 Angels!…A perfect blend of romance, mystery and steamy sex. Ms. Bridger has outdone herself. I was captivated from the first word and could not put this book down. The chemistry between the couple is intense, both sexually and emotionally. John and Kristy?s relationship is rocked by the accusations thrown at John but their love does not falter.”—Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews
“4 Stars!…A short story with its very deft handling of the intricate storyline and characterizations that are brought to life through Ms. Bridger’s writing talent. There are some interesting twists and turns that keep the reader on tenterhooks to find out the when, what and why’s of this story. As the title suggests there are some hidden illusions and facets which make it a very fascinating and fast-paced book to read. There are also some very pleasant surprises in store for the reader. There are some truly hot, hot, hot scenes in this story that is part of the Suits, Ties, & The Water Cooler AmberPax? Collection. Despite John?s outward nature, he?s a very passionate and romantic man in private. And some of that passionate nature is directed toward his very fortunate executive assistant Kristy. You’ll find a cast of characters and an exciting plotline that make Mirage a very enjoyable story that will keep you guessing, like me, to discover what the outcome will be.”—Aggie Tsirikas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“4 Hearts!…A wonderful book that will thrill readers with the mystery and intrigue that abounds on every page. John is dangerous with a sensual personality and an alpha attitude. Kristy gives new meaning to the phrase ‘stand by your man,’ she is willing to believe the best in John and defend him to the end. The villain in this book is no surprise, but it still makes for interesting reading. Love scenes are so hot the pages almost burn; Denyse Bridger has done an excellent job of creating a plot that will keep readers glued to the pages.”—Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio