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Wicked Games


The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

Prologue-Let the Games Begin


Atlanta, Georgia

Paul Blaydon stared anxiously at the curvy blonde seated in front of him. “Mrs. Remington that is quite a hefty withdrawal you are making. You must be planning quite an extravagant shopping spree.” He murmured.

“Well, Paul,” the woman blinked her large blue eyes and crossed her slender legs, a small teasing smile curving her lips as his dark eyes followed the movement of her legs. “May I call you Paul?” She asked with a flirtatious smile, purposely sliding her hand up the exposed skin. The bank president nodded, his eyes fixated on her shapely thighs. “What can I say? I appreciate beautiful things. Surely you can understand that?”

“Of course, Mrs. Remington I’ve always enjoyed beautiful things,” Paul replied with a blush. “But still that is quite a hefty withdrawal and it is my duty to inform your husband…”

The woman nodded. “Of course Paul and please call me Susana,” she replied easily, leaning forward to give him an eyeful of the cleavage she had carefully displayed with a blue silk blouse.

Clearing his throat the middle aged man, sat back in his chair and tried to focus on the matter at hand. “So, Susana,” he began. “As I was saying a large withdrawal such as the one you are requesting has to be approved by both parties and thus your husband…”

She let out a large, heartfelt sigh. “Paul, the truth is that I don’t want my husband to know about this withdrawal.” Smiling inwardly, she let her eyes fill with tears and Paul stared at her anxiously wondering what was wrong.

“If there’s a vital reason why you don’t want your husband to know about this...”

The blonde sniffled delicately. “Oh, God this is so embarrassing,” she murmured with tear drenched eyes. Lifting limpid eyes to his eager brown ones, she let out a long shuddery breath. “The truth is that I came to John a pauper. My father…my father was a drunkard and he whittled away the inheritance mother left to us. If the house hadn’t been paid off long ago we would have been homeless because father drank away every penny that came into the house. John…was my saving grace.”

She paused as if measuring her words and she wrung her hands nervously. “He was so kind, so gentle and caring I couldn’t help but fall in love with him and I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of a way to pay him back for everything he’s done for me and I’ve finally hit upon the perfect way. John told me once that he wished to sail around the world and I want to make that dream come true but I don’t want to use his money and since he did tell me that this account was for my own expenses I thought…”

Paul stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, his eyes wistful as he wondered what it would feel like to the recipient of her affection. Susana Remington was one of a kind. Most women in her position would either hoard their money or spend it frivolously on jewels and clothes but Susana wanted to do something special for her husband. Her dark blue eyes watched him anxiously and though it was against the bank’s policy Paul didn’t have the heart to deny her request and he thought wryly that no man would be impervious to her charms. Leaning forward, he began to type away on the keyboard, more than eager to give this woman whatever her heart desired.

“So Susana,” he smiled easily as he turned his attention back to the exquisite woman seated in front of him. “How would you like your cash?” He asked his brown eyes twinkling.

She gave him a Cheshire cat grin. “You know Paul, there’s just something about the scent of crisp, one hundred dollar bills that always…turns me on,” she replied suggestively. She crossed her legs again and Paul’s eyes dropped once more to the silky expanse of thigh revealed by the long slit of her skirt.

“I’ll be right back with your money, “Paul said abruptly, readjusting his blue blazer.

“I’ll be right here waiting,” she purred as she sat back in the leather chair, her lashes fluttering. Looking down at her platinum watch, she smiled. She was making good time. Her husband would still be on the third hole at the country club and by the time he got home and realized she was gone…she’d be halfway across the country with more than half of his bank account in her possession. This was almost too easy.

“Here we go Susana, five million dollars in crisp one hundred dollar bills just as you desired.” Paul told her handing her a small bag.

“Thank you so much for all your help, Paul.” She gushed, stroking his hand as she took the bag from him.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Susana.” Paul replied longingly making no effort to hide his attraction. “And might I say your husband is a very lucky man.”

“Not as lucky as you might think,” she thought with an inward laugh. “You are so sweet. Goodbye Paul.”

He watched her as she turned on her heel, admiring her curvy body as she sashayed towards the door. Turning back, she gave him a playful wave and winked at him coyly before disappearing from sight.

Climbing into her silver BMW, she dropped the bag on the passenger seat and smiled triumphantly as she pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills, fanning the money neatly between her fingers. Taking a slow whiff, she inhaled the intoxicating scent, the money tangible proof of all her hard work over the last six months. Placing the cash back into the bag, she turned her attention to the rear view mirror. Delving her fingers into her thick mass of blonde hair she carefully unfastened some hidden clips and the faux hair fell onto her lap, revealing a cascade of sleek dark locks.

“God, that feels good,” she breathed as she massaged her scalp. Blinking, she leaned close to the mirror and carefully removed her dark blue contacts to reveal her own deep chocolaty brown eyes. “Welcome back Theresa,” she murmured to her reflection. She let out a little sigh of pleasure.

Reaching beside her, Theresa opened up a file, scanning it for the umpteenth time. “Vice President of fortune 500 company in a small New England town….divorced for over a decade…one adult child…prefers the company of young, nubile girls though he’ll only have serious relationships with respectable women…” Theresa smiled. “That’s good to know.”

Smirking to herself, Theresa let her fingers graze the photograph, noting the grey hair that adorned his temple and the arrogant smile that curved his thin lips. Much like her current husband, this was a man used to commanding attention. At least he wasn’t as old and paunchy as her Dear John. With a small, bitter smile Theresa stared at her next conquest.

“Julian Crane, get ready baby…because here I come.” Theresa murmured as she placed the picture back in the file and tossed the file to the back of the car and burned rubber out of the parking lot.

__________

Monte Carlo

“It’s your roll, Monsieur Crane,” the dealer nodded to the young heir as he scooped up the dice in his hands.

“Thank you Maurice,” Fox murmured. Turning his attention to the three buxom beauties hanging by his side, he gave them his trademark smirk. “Which of you lovely ladies would like to…blow my dice for me,” he asked suggestively.

“Oh, please let me Fox,” the leggy blonde at his right purred as she pressed her breasts to his backside. “You know how good I am at that.”

A small grin formed on his lips as he recalled her performance the night before. “How could I forget, Tatiana,” he murmured silkily, his warm hazel eyes sweeping boldly over her lush figure. “Be my guest,” he added holding up the dice. Her green eyes locked on his, she blew lightly into his hand.

“Come on seven,” Fox said eagerly as he threw the dice on the table. He cursed as he saw the five and gulped down some champagne to take away some of the bitterness in his mouth as he watched the dealer remove his mountain of chips.

The brunette on the other side of him tugged on his arm. “Try again, baby, I’m sure you can win it back.”

Fox winked at his three companions and then turned to the dealer. “Maurice, give me another hundred thousand. I can triple that amount easily enough in one sitting.”

Maurice nodded and started to rake the chips towards Fox but just then the pit boss walked over, his face somber and began to whisper in the dealer’s ear. Fox eyed the two men, noticing the glances they sent his way and his shoulders began to tense.

“What’s taking so long?” Fox demanded. Leaning down, he reached for the dice only to be stopped by Maurice.

“I am terribly sorry Monsieur Crane but I am afraid I cannot allow you back into the game.” Maurice explained his eyes sympathetic but his tone firm.

Fox stared at the man coldly, giving him the patented Crane stare from cool hazel eyes. “What the **** is wrong with you? You know who my family is. I am more than covered.” Though Fox was angry his words and his tone were moderate. Ignoring the stares from the crowd around him, he reached for the dice once more.

Maurice shook his head. “Monsieur Crane, I am sorry but we were given instructions to cut you off immediately,” he explained to the angry young man in front of him.

“That is absurd, I have gambled millions of dollars in this casino for years and my losses have always been covered. I demand you rethink your decision immediately or you will leave me no choice but to go to my grandfather and have you both fired for your incompetence.” Fox seethed, embarrassment sweeping over him as a few stray comments from the crowd reached his ears. “So who would you prefer to deal with, me or my grandfather?” He finished confidently; sure of what the men would decide to do.

The pit boss smiled nastily, relishing the moment. He had dealt with Fox’s demands on more than one occasion and he despised the young man for his arrogant nature. “Who do you think cut you off Monsieur?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

Fox’s cocky grin slipped a notch as the man’s words penetrated his brain and he suddenly flashed back to the numerous letters and emails he had received from his grandfather, warning him to cut off his partying and come home or else. The old man had threatened to cut him off for disobeying him on more than one occasion but Fox had never taken his threats seriously. But none of his consternation showed on his face. Having nodded his acknowledgment to the pit boss he turned to the three beauties still hanging by his side.

“I’ve had enough of gambling for one night. Let’s go upstairs ladies, I can think of much more enjoyable ways to spend the evening,” Fox leered, cocky grin in place. He wrapped his arms around them and the trio willingly followed him to the elevator. As the doors closed, Fox planned his next move. If his grandfather thought he could take away what rightfully belonged to him, then he was in for a rude awakening. And if the old man wanted him home so badly, he could comply. He’d just have to make his family’s life so miserable they’d beg him to disappear once more.

“Foxy.” The redhead pouted, breaking off his train of thought. Fox turned towards her, a small smile on his lips as he watched her slowly stroke the blonde’s arm, in an obvious attempt to entice him. Hitting the emergency brake on the elevator, Fox smirked up at the camera discretely tucked in a corner and then dropped his jacket to the floor. His wrapped his arms around the buxom brunette who watched him with slumberous eyes and joined in the fun. “I will have my revenge,” he vowed. His lips crashed down on hers and Fox moaned as the blond unzipped his pants and began to do what she did best. Her hot lips enveloped him fully in her mouth, sucking him deeply as the redhead and the brunette pressed kisses to his now bare chest… “But in the meantime…” He closed his eyes, anticipating the sizzling night before him.

__________

Harmony, Massachusetts

Strong puffs of smoke enveloped the room as Alistair Crane puffed on his Cuban cigar. After a hectic day at Crane Industries, Alistair very much enjoyed his nightly cigar and the single tumbler of cognac he permitted himself. As he watched his son stroll towards the bar and pour himself a generous glass of whiskey, Alistair remembered why he limited his alcohol intake to one stingy glass of cognac an evening. After taking a hefty swallow, his son finally turned to him and Alistair raised a brow as he waited for him to speak.

“Father, I just received your message. What was so important it couldn’t wait till morning?” Julian Crane whined as he downed the rest of his drink and poured himself another.

Alistair shot his son a disgusted glance. “Have a seat Julian, we need to talk,” he said firmly, his deep voice setting Julian on edge.

Julian rolled his eyes and took another gulp of his drink. Making sure to bring the decanter of whiskey with him, he finally settled down in one of the plush leather chairs in front of Alistair’s desk. “I’m on pins and needles, Father.” Julian drawled as he waited for whatever it was Alistair had roused him out of bed for.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that your wayward son is never going to step up to scratch and be the heir I need him to be,” Alistair remarked. He blew out a little ring of smoke and his dark eyes lit with subtle humor when Julian began to cough. “Got a problem there son?” He asked idly.

Julian shook his head and took another sip of his drink. “Foxworth isn’t anything like us, Father.” He finally replied.

Alistair glanced pointedly at the glass of whiskey in his son’s hands before he continued. “Foxworth isn’t anything like me. I had great hopes for him when he was younger but I realized to my dismay that he is never going to give up his partying ways and become what I need him to be. And sadly, I am not getting any younger. I won’t be able to keep CI the powerhouse it is today forever.”

Julian poured himself another drink and stared at it morosely. “And…” He drawled more interested in the amber liquid than in what his father was saying.

“And that means that you must produce a new heir immediately,” Alistair decreed, his voice matter of fact.

Julian sucked in a breath, the clear golden liquid burning his throat. “That is insane Father. I do not want anymore children. One delinquent son is more than enough,” he protested. “Besides, it wouldn’t be good for the Crane image if I knocked up some random woman just so I could obtain an heir,” Julian spat setting his glass down.

Alistair blew out another ring of smoke and sighed. “You are an imbecile Julian. I am not asking you to impregnate any random woman off the street. I want you to marry a respectable woman and then give me an heir.” He explained slowly and precisely as if he were speaking to a dimwitted child.

Julian’s eyes popped open. “Married, you expect me to get married? Father, that is completely absurd. I do not wish to be leg shackled once more.” He whined. “The last few years without my ex nagging me about something or other have been sheer bliss,” Julian added as he recalled the horde of young women he had bedded since his divorce had been finalized ten years before.

Alistair let out another irritated sigh and set his cigar down. “I didn’t realize what a hardship this would be for you, Julian. But since the thought is so repugnant to you, you don’t have to marry or produce an heir at all if that is your wish,” he said charitably.

Alistair smiled at the look of relief that flashed across Julian’s face. But the smile didn’t reach his dark eyes. Leaning over, he picked up his tumbler of cognac and neatly swallowed the fiery liquor. “But if I do not get my heir within the next year, I will cut you off as easily as I have cut off your good for nothing offspring. Have I made myself clear?” He asked his tone menacing.

Julian hunched his shoulders and reached for the decanter of whiskey. “When you put it like that, how can I possibly refuse?” He retorted sarcastically.

“You have three months to find your future bride,” Alistair ordered his son. He waved his hand in dismissal. Now that he was assured of Julian’s acquiescence, he had lost all interest in his son. Not that he had expected any other outcome. Julian had always been spineless. Whatever else he could say about his grandson, at least Foxworth had a backbone. If he could learn to control his vices, he would be an exemplary heir. Alistair unfortunately had lost all patience with his grandson. What he needed was some new blood, an heir he could mold in his image.

Julian glared at his father, before he stalked to the door, the decanter clutched tightly in hand. “I’ll find a bride, Father,” he muttered softly. “Indeed, I shall have the loveliest time of all choosing a tasty morsel to hitch myself to.” Julian drawled with a soft laugh.




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HOLY ****! I am soooooooooooooooo loving this guys! Theresa...I LOVE HOW SHE IS A VIXEN WITH BALLS! Fox...well, he is hot...sexy...yummy...as usual...but those ***** better stay away from him! Julian needs a bride and baby...omg...I can't wait to see how this works out!
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wow honey that was fantastic i loved evry detail of it o could see it perfectly in my head and this new twist on theresa im liking i cnat wait for more dont make us wait too long please

That was so good. I loved it. I love how you are protraying Theresa in this story. I can't wait to see what happens next. Fox is as usual very sexy and seductive. I don't see how Alistair can off such a good looking guy. Man I feel sorry for Julian. Has to marry and produce an heir or he's cut off? Well I actually don't feel that sorry for him. Can't wait to see what happens next. Please hurry up with more Jess. I just can't wait.

Jess! How are you doing? Miss you! Love your story so far, you and your friend are doing a great job, keep up the fantastic work.

I read it yesterday, but I didn't have time to comment... I loved it!!! Theresa is a totally different person, but I think that's a great twist! I'm loving it already

Oh good, I remembered where the thread was! You already got my PM- but this story is REALLY good. I hope there is more to come soon!

Chapter 1- Stepmother or Lover

'I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you.'

Cambridge, Massachusetts

As one of the premier auction houses on the east coast, Buckland’s prided itself on its eclectic collection of antiques and fine art. Savvy consumers could buy or sell anything from decorative Indian art to European furniture to Oriental ceramics. One weekend a month, Boston’s elite gathered in the grandiose auction house to bid and compete against each other in their pursuit of beauty.

The patriarch of the Crane family, Alistair Crane had relinquished that duty to his son Julian. Julian begrudgingly attended the affair, enjoying the company more than the event itself. He would smoke and drink with his cronies, discussing the latest mergers and gossiping about who was screwing whom. Once in a while an exquisite piece of art would catch his eyes. Tonight, it was an 18th century Japanese folding screen, detailed in ink and colors on gold paper. The screen featured a scene of a festival and its whimsical beauty had captured Julian’s interest.

The auctioneer began to call out numbers and the bidding began. “Do I have one thousand?”

“One thousand,” Julian offered, raising his bid paddle.

“We have a bid of one thousand, one thousand dollars ladies and gentleman. Do I hear two?” The auctioneer boomed.

“Two thousand,” A softly melodic voice called out from the crowd.

Julian turned his head, scoffing at whoever had dared to bid against him. A condescending smirk on his lips, he raised his paddle again but the bidding grew heated as his opponent jumped to an offer of eight thousand. His frustration and ire growing, he glanced around the room, trying to pinpoint his adversary.

“Twelve thousand,” Julian countered cockily.

“Fifteen thousand,” the same melodic called out, stepping into view.

Julian’s eyes widened as he caught his first glimpse of his mysterious opponent. Dark auburn hair that he imagined was soft as silk fell in waves to the middle of her back and her heart shaped face was framed by chocolaty brown eyes and a full, lush mouth painted a soft, deep rose. Her small curvy body was encased in a white dress that managed to be both demure and alluring at the same time. Julian imagined kissing that mouth, running his hands through that waterfall of dark hair…

“Fifteen thousand, going once, going twice, sold to Ms. D’Alessandro.” The auctioneer announced, bringing Julian out of his reverie.

The auburn haired beauty gave him a shy smile through lowered lashes, silently acknowledging his concession and Julian laughed wryly to himself. If he had to lose, might as well lose to a gorgeous young thing like her.

“Jules tell us more about Alistair’s almighty marriage decree,” one of his cronies asked with a chuckle.

“Shall we set up a few dates for you?” Another of his friends chimed in, his eyes crinkling with humor at Julian’s expense.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, gentlemen.” Julian responded. Ignoring his friend’s jokes he excused himself, his gaze fixated intently on the exotic beauty who had caught his eye. He watched her sashay towards the bar and smiled. “Perfect,” he thought as he made his way through the crowd.

“You were quite the competitor my dear,” Julian murmured as he approached her.

Sofia graced him with another modest smile. “Japanese art is a passion of mine,” she explained softly. “Once I saw that screen I knew I had to have it.”

“I love a woman who goes after what she wants,” Julian drawled. “Though I am quite heartbroken to have lost something so beautiful,” he added giving her an appreciative once over.

Sofia lowered her head and glanced at him coyly. “Well then you must let me make it up to you.”

Julian smiled. “You could share a drink with me.”

“Only if you let me buy,” Sofia demurred.

“I wouldn’t hear of it,” Julian protested.

“I insist,” Sofia told him with another engaging smile which Julian returned tenfold.

“I can never say no to a beautiful woman. You can buy the first round if you let me buy the second,” he compromised.

“Deal,” Sofia agreed as she let Julian gallantly place her hand in the crook of his arm. “I’d like a glass of pinot noir,” she said turning her attention to the bartender. “And the gentleman would like...”

“A scotch, neat,” Julian supplied when Sofia raised a questioning brow to him. Keeping his gaze on her, Julian took the drinks from the bartender and handed Sofia her drink. “You’re not from around here are you?” He asked conversationally.

Sofia shook her head. “No, I just relocated here from New York.”

“Permanently, I hope. This town can only benefit from such exquisite beauty.” Julian complimented outrageously.

“You flatter me,” Sofia murmured with a low laugh.

Julian allowed his gaze to roam once more over her curvy figure. “You deserve that and more my dear.” He said solicitously.

Sofia smiled. “Are you flirting with me, Mr.…?”

“Crane, Julian Crane,” Julian murmured lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her soft skin

“I’m Sofia, Sofia D’Alessandro.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet your formal acquaintance Ms. D’Alessandro.”

”The pleasure’s all mine, Mr. Crane. And please call me Sofia,” she entreated him.

“Only if you call me Julian,” he replied flirtatiously.

“So what do you do, Julian when you aren’t flattering women,” Sofia asked him with another of her shy smiles.

“I’m the vice president of Crane Industries. Maybe you’ve heard of us.” Julian replied in an arrogant tone.

Sofia nodded. “Yes, I’m familiar with it,” she replied easily.

“And what do you do my dear?”

“I’m an interior designer. It’s why I decided to move to Cambridge. I wanted to find a slower paced city to work from,” Sofia told him readily.

“I bet you’re marvelous at it.”

“You should see me in action,” Sofia said playfully.
“There’s nothing I’d like better,” Julian replied making no effort to hide the desire in his voice. He raised his glass to hers, only one thought in his head as their glasses clinked. To make Sofia his.

__________

“I’d like to propose a toast,” David Masters bellowed as he looked towards his good friend Julian Crane and his new fiancée, Sofia.

As all eyes fell on them, Julian leaned over and pecked his soon to be bride lightly on the lips. Sofia cuddled closer to him, her dark brown eyes shining with love. David smiled as he watched the couple. “I’ve known Julian for a long time, since we were both swinging bachelors, isn’t that right Jules? I’ve seen him through the good times and the bad, which can only be termed the Ivy years.” David laughed at his own joke and the crowd obligingly chimed in as well. “And though we’ve competed for many things over the years this is the first time I’ve ever been envious of what you had. Sofia, you beauty is exquisite and you’ve managed to dazzle all of Cambridge with your innocence and charm. What you see in my old friend, I’ll never know. What is more than apparent is how happy you’ve made him over the last few months. You’ve made being in his company bearable so for that you have my most sincere gratitude,” he finished with a hearty laugh.

Julian chuckled as he eyed his old friend. “Thanks a lot you ingrate,” he joked.

David smiled back blandly. “Let’s raise our glasses in a toast to Julian and Sofia.”

“To Julian and Sofia,” the crowd chanted as the raised their glasses and sipped the French champagne Julian had ordered specifically for the party.

“That was a wonderful toast, darling,” Sofia murmured, running a well manicured hand over the front of his white dress shirt.

“David does have a way with words,” Julian replied as he nuzzled her neck. “And I am indeed the luckiest of men to have found you,” he added tenderly.

“I think we are lucky to have found each other,” Sofia said loyally.

Julian trailed a line of kisses down her throat, his hands wandering over her backside as he tugged her closer to him. “I can’t wait till this party is over and I can get you all to myself,” he murmured against her lips.

“Neither can I,” Sofia replied coyly. “Though we should really mingle with the guests a little while longer, Julian we wouldn’t want anyone to be offended,” she added.

Julian sighed as he lifted his head. “I suppose you are right, darling. And I really do need to talk to William about some business matters.”

“Business talk during our engagement party, you naughty boy,” Sofia reprimanded him.

Julian grinned down at her. “Just a little,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “The rest of the evening is for us,” he promised her, his dark eyes alight with passion as they roamed possessively over her lush figure.

“I can’t wait,” Sofia murmured with a perfect smile on her face.

The evening was heavily underway when a silver Porsche, hard rock blasting, sped up the Crane driveway and came to a screeching halt. The startled valets jumped up in surprise but immediately ran around to the driver’s side as the Crane heir’s black Gucci boots hit the pavement.

“Welcome home, Mr. Crane,” Joseph, the bolder of the two men, called out.

Fox dipped his head in acknowledgment of the greeting. “Get my bags,” he ordered curtly as he sauntered past them and climbed up the front steps. “I see my father’s infamous engagement party is already underway,” Fox muttered to the butler who stood at attention in the foyer.

“Shall I announce you, Master Crane,” Gerald asked, his bland demeanor betraying no hint of emotion.

Fox quickly scanned the ball room, noting the formal attire worn by all then ruefully looked down at the dark tee and jeans he wore. He shook his head at the butler and started up the stairs.

“That won’t be necessary. I am quite jetlagged. I have the rest of my life to get acquainted with my new stepmother.” He replied. “Or until she gets tired of living off the Crane millions, whichever comes first,” Fox thought snidely of the unknown woman who had managed to trick his father into proposing within months of their first meeting. “Have a maid draw me a tepid bath and I’ll want a light meal sent up to my room.” He instructed and the butler scurried off towards the kitchen.

Fox took a moment to study the scene in the next room. He noted his father was in deep conversation with one of his cronies, his customary glass of whiskey in hand. Glancing at all the usual faces, Fox thought it was just as well he wasn’t in a celebratory kind of mood as there was no one in attendance worth his time. He was about to continue up the stairs when he caught sight of her. His hazel eyes narrowed, he stared in dumbfounded awe at the vision before him.

He didn’t recognize her and he was quite sure he would have bedded her by now if she were a local socialite. She must have attended the party as someone’s guest. His gaze slid slowly over her, from her petite feet adorned in open toed jeweled sandals to the strapless turquoise gown that hugged her curves to perfection, almost begging a man to slowly slide it off her delectable body. Her dark auburn hair was swept up in a loose up do, displaying a sparkling diamond necklace that caressed her slender neck. Fox could almost feel her skin under his fingertips and he wondered idly if it was as soft as it looked.

As if she could feel his eyes burning into her from across the room, Sofia turned her gaze towards the staircase. Noticing the rugged blond staring right at her, she blushed. Pretending indifference she didn’t feel she continued her conversation with the older woman standing next to her but her attention was fully focused on the sexy blond stranger. He was definitely one of the handsomest men she had ever seen.

Tall and lean with a hard body that could only be acquired through a rigorous exercise regimen. His blond spikes gave him a boyish appearance, as did his casual attire but that strong jaw and those purposeful hazel eyes showed her he wasn’t a man to be taken lightly. He smiled at her suddenly and Sofia felt her stomach flip flop. Who the **** was he? Either he was a late arrival or he was one of the new servants. Sofia didn’t know or care. All she was sure about was that he unnerved her and she didn’t care for the feeling one bit. Taking a deep breath, she finally mustered up her self control and broke their gaze, turning her attention back to the woman who had continued to prattle on, blissfully unaware of the drama going on right beside her.

Fox shook his head slightly, bemused at his reaction. Sure, his mystery woman was beautiful but he had known many beautiful women in his life and not one of them had ever affected him like this. He could almost feel himself sinking inside those dark brown eyes that seemed to be beckoning him and he forced himself up the stairs, though every cell in his body screamed at him to go after her and brand her his. At the absurd thought, Fox laughed. Reaching his room, he began to strip as he walked into the bathroom. But he couldn’t banish the woman completely from his mind.

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The clock chimed one as a restless Fox downed the snifter of brandy he held in his hand. His jetlag made it impossible for him to sleep and more than once Fox had considered joining the party downstairs. He knew the only reason he had been even remotely tempted to join the festivities was because of the dark eyed beauty that had so intrigued him. He had no doubt that if he had, they’d be in post coital bliss right now and he wouldn’t be so restless and moody. He wasn’t even sure why he hadn’t allowed himself to go back downstairs. All Fox knew was that for the first time in his life, a woman had intimidated him and he didn’t like the feeling one bit. Forcing his thoughts of her away, Fox decided to get some fresh air and he had the perfect location in mind.

The cool moonlit air provided a refreshing contrast against Theresa’s skin as she swam laps in the heated pool. Her late night swims had become a ritual for her as of late. They provided her with the solitude she needed to let the mask she presented to the world crumble and allow her real self to shine through. Theresa dreamed of the day she could ‘retire’ and just live in peace and tranquility, surrounded by all the luxuries she had been deprived of as a child.

But first things first, she thought. It was nice to dream of the future but she needed to keep her eye on the prize. And the only way to do that was to stay focused and in control of every situation and obstacle thrown in her way. She had gotten quite good at it, Theresa thought proudly as she finished her last lap.

Stepping out of the pool, Theresa smoothed her long locks back as she walked over to the lounge chair. Grabbing a plush navy towel, she patted her face dry and then took a long, deep breath. The swim had been exactly what she’d needed to unwind after the exhausting performance she’d played out at the engagement party tonight. It was one thing to play the doting, simpering fiancée to Julian and his father but it was another matter entirely to play the role convincingly to a roomful of people. That always required extra effort.

As she toweled off her hair, Theresa’s thoughts crept to the tall, blond stranger whose name she didn’t even know. She still wasn’t sure exactly who he was or where he’d disappeared to. But the arrested expression on his face as he’d stared at her and the bold way his hazel eyes had lingeringly caressed her body, even among the roomful of people had sparked a flame deep inside her. And the swim hadn’t managed to relieve her thoughts of him. Theresa was used to having men gawk at her; it was after all the reason why she was so successful at her work. But she had never reacted to a man’s stare in such a physical way before. The sensuality of the water had only served to heighten her sharp physical awareness of him.

Shaking her head, Theresa chastised herself for letting the blond stranger monopolize her thoughts. She was being ridiculous. She was going to marry Julian Crane and she couldn’t let her physical attraction to a mere nobody whose name she didn’t even know, derail her plans. Her future was riding on her marriage to Julian. Deciding to change into her robe, Theresa reached behind her neck and easily tugged at the straps that held up the skimpy white bikini top. Pressing the towel to her chest, she began to dry off when a sudden voice made her jump.

“Need any help with that?” A husky male voice asked and Theresa whipped her head around in shock to find the same blond stranger from the party standing behind her in nothing but black swim trunks that emphasized his washboard abs and lean physique. But who the **** was he? And what was he doing here?

“Excuse me?” Theresa narrowed her dark eyes and glanced at him haughtily, princess to peasant style, as she tucked the towel more securely around her breasts. The fact that she was naked except for her matching white bikini bottoms didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

Making no effort to hide his attraction, Fox let his eyes rake in the details of her exquisite body, from her toned arms, to her full breasts, to her long, sleek legs, to the pink polished toes peeking out of her white flip flops.

“I could help you reach your back if you like. Or your front if you’re feeling…amorous,” Fox murmured a bit hoarsely.

The blatant desire in those hypnotizing hazel eyes made Theresa’s heart rate spike up but you couldn’t tell it from the bored look on her face. “I’m sorry but do you always make it a habit to spy on unsuspecting women?” She asked coolly.

“Do you always put on a strip tease out in the open for just anyone to see?” Fox countered easily as he scooped up the white bikini top she had casually discarded earlier.

“It’s never been a problem before,” Theresa replied confidently. Ignoring the hawk like way he watched her, she walked over to the chaise and after picking up another towel she began to dry her legs.

“I bet it hasn’t,” Fox said with a flirtatious grin as he plunked down on the lounge chair beside her, one finger absently twirling her bikini.

A small smile tugged at Theresa’s lips and she found herself intrigued by him in spite of herself. “You didn’t have a problem staring at me at the party,” she remarked as she continued to pat herself dry.

“I wasn’t staring, I was admiring, there’s a world of difference,” Fox replied as nonchalantly as he could as he watched her dry off. The sudden tightness of his swim trunks discomfited him and he cleared his throat. “Besides, I wasn’t the only one admiring,” he added with a slow wink.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Theresa scoffed, her gaze falling to his toned chest.

Fox leaned closer to her, his hazel eyes glinting with fire. “I just call it like I see it, baby.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re too cocky for you own good?” Theresa murmured. Almost against her will, she too began to inch closer to him.

“Everyday,” Fox replied smoothly, the attraction between them magnetic, their lips only a few inches apart. Fox’s gaze dropped to her full mouth and subconsciously he licked his own, anxious beyond belief for a taste of her luscious lips.

“Sofia darling, are you out here?” A familiar male voice called out as he rounded the corner and their connection was instantly broken. The pair jumped guiltily to their feet as Julian reached Theresa’s side and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Did you have a nice swim darling?” He asked dotingly.

“Darling,” Fox murmured more to himself than to his father.

Theresa smiled up at Julian. “Yes, it was very relaxing. I was just chatting with the new servant,” she explained to her fiancée.

“Servant?” Julian and Fox echoed simultaneously. Julian laughed heartily at Theresa’s blunder, not noticing Fox’s mystified expression.

“I didn’t realize you were home,” Julian said as he turned to Fox and patted him on the back.

Fox laughed bitterly. “You and grandfather certainly left me with no other option.”

Julian nodded. “Touché son.” He admitted.

Theresa narrowed her eyes as she assessed the situation. “This is your son?”

Fox turned his attention back to Theresa. “Nicholas Foxworth Crane at your service, mademoiselle,” he murmured with a debonair grin. “But all the ladies call me Fox.” He added with a slight smirk as he regained his composure.

Theresa smiled at him weakly. “Sofia D’Alessandro,” she replied.

“Soon to be Sofia Crane,” Julian corrected as he wrapped one arm around Theresa’s tiny waist.

Fox raised a brow. “It’s a pleasure, step-mommy,” he murmured holding out his hand.

“I’m sure it is, Nicholas.” Theresa replied warily as she slowly shook his hand.

Julian smiled placidly at his son and his fiancée. “I am glad to see the two of you have gotten acquainted.” He murmured obliviously. “Shall we go inside and share a drink before bed?”

Pulling her hand out of Fox’s, Theresa turned to her fiancée and pressed a light kiss on his lips. “That sounds wonderful darling,” she replied.

“Are you coming, Foxworth?” Julian called out to his son when he noticed Fox hanging back.

“I’ll be along shortly,” Fox called back as he watched Theresa simper and fawn all over his father. “So that’s my step-mommy to be…well done father, well done indeed.” He murmured. Laughing at the irony of the situation, he followed after them.


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This is terrific!!!!!!!!!!

Jess that was excellent. I'm so glad you posted the update. I've been looking for it every day this week. I know I'm obsessed with this story already. Okay I just have to say I love the way Theresa acts in this story. I mean it's completely opposite of anything I've seen her do on the show and I love it. Secondly that stare between Fox and Theresa was unbelievable. You and your friend Amy are fantastic. I loved reading this and I couldn't get enough. That flirting at the pool was also very well done. I'm eagerly awaiting more. Hurry up you two and get writing. I know I never allow any breaks. It's only because I'm completely in love with this one. Great job you two. Loved everything.

i loved it simply loved it ohh i cant wait to see what happens next

I am looooooooooooooooooooooooooooving this cuz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Omg....I've said it many times before, but this is publish quality work...SERIOUSLY!!!!!
I am fricken completly all for the way Theresa is written...smart, coy, sexxxxxxxxxxy (as usual!)...like someone said above me...she is so imaginable in this role!
I myself am wanting Fox right now...HAHAHAHAHA! I can't wait until there's a war between father/son...YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I am liking Julian right now too...but FOX all the way baby! HURRY...I NEED MORE!

I just realized that there is a new chapter, but I don't have time to read it. I'll read and review tomorrow

I was out of town and I just barely got back and read the story... Woah!!! I'm already loving it more and more!!!! They already have a connection!!! Lol I like that Theresa called him Nicholas

SOrry for the long wait guys!! enjoy and review pleaseee!!!!


No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)....With you....

Chapter 2-Battle Lines Drawn

The Bronx

A haze of smoke clouded the rundown bar hidden away in one of the worst neighborhoods in the Bronx. The few patrons scattered around sat hunched over their flat mugs of beer, their attention focused on the football game being played on the modest, 19” television screen displayed high in a corner.

When the brunette bombshell walked in, a few heads turned in her direction and some of the men set their mugs down long enough to wink slyly at her or to give her a minimal greeting. Dressed in tight black jeans and an even tighter black tee that hugged her ample bosom, the middle aged brunette leaned against the bar and smiled seductively at one of her acquaintances.

The man returned her smile and wrapped an arm around her full figured waist. “Hey Mel, give the lady a bourbon,” he called out.

“Thanks honey,” the brunette said playfully to one of her many on-again off-again companions. Though her voice was breathy and low, the clipped tone was pure Bronx. She smiled at her companion once more as she ran a hand slowly down his lean chest, her dark eyes sultry and hot.

“Anything for you sugar,” the man replied as he playfully squeezed her bottom, hoping he’d get another go at her before he had to go home to his wife.

Mel set the drink in front of his longtime patron and the brunette grasped the shot glass between her worn fingers, downing the fiery liquid effortlessly. She had barely set it down before it had been refilled to the brim. Giving the bartender a sly wink, the brunette downed the second shot as well, her late night binging was just beginning.

Turning her head, the brunette glanced lingeringly around the bar and she exhaled slowly as she took in all her possible choices at fun for the evening. Slim pickings, she thought detachedly as she covertly watched two men playing pool. The brunette had lived this lifestyle for as long as she could remember and she enjoyed it as much as she had when she’d been younger. Though even she had to admit to herself that when she’d been in her prime, the pickings had been a lot fatter, back then she’d been able to entice trendy white collar workers instead of the grimy blue she partied with these days.

The most the blue collar crowd could offer her was a cheap drink and a quick lay but as long as she was having fun it didn’t much matter. One **** was as good as another. Instant gratification had always been her motto. No one had ever dared take that away from her. Turning back to the bar, the voluptuous brunette waved a slender hand for another shot and as she scooped up a handful of peanuts, her bored gaze landed on the television over the bartender’s shoulder.

“And in other new the wealthy vice president of New England conglomerate, Crane Industries, is newly engaged to the unknown but nevertheless quite lovely and much younger Sofia D’ Alessandro. The couple celebrated their engagement with a lavish party at his mansion. Details of their pending nuptials are being kept under wrap but sources close to the couple predict it will take place before the year’s end. We’ll have more details about the prolific party after a commercial break.”

The brunette’s dark eyes widened as a picture of the happy couple flashed on the screen and she let her eyes soak in all the details. A wicked grin curved her lips as she felt her luck change instantaneously. Her eyes glittering with greed, she raised the glass to her lips and threw back the shot like it was water. “I’ve got you now baby,” she thought triumphantly.

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Cambridge Connecticut

“Master Crane,” Lucy pleaded as she lightly nudged Fox’s bare back. She had been given explicit instructions to alert Mr. Foxworth that the elder Crane men were waiting for him downstairs and that he wasn’t to tarry. “Master Crane, please wake up.” Lucy begged her voice becoming shriller as the moments ticked by and there was no movement from the body in the bed.

“Who the **** keeps making that racket?” An irate Fox murmured in annoyance as he flipped over on his back and slowly blinked as the intruding morning light flashed in his eyes. His eyes finally landed on the nervous young woman standing by his bed and he gave her his trademark smirk as his eyes roamed over her. “Well, good morning beautiful,” he murmured running a hand through his mussed spikes. “You’re new here aren’t you? I’m sure I would remember seeing you around…” Fox added with a wink.

“Master Crane…” The raven haired maid blushed and turned her face away in utter embarrassment.

“What’s the matter?” Fox asked his golden eyes alight with humor as he watched her blush. Lucy shook her head and stammered something and Fox finally noticed that the sheet he’d tucked haphazardly around him the evening before had slipped and it barely grazed his toned thighs, leaving him fully exposed. “Oh, you’ll have to excuse me but it’s not like you wouldn’t have seen it sooner or later, gorgeous.” Fox told the stunned young woman as he slowly tucked the sheet around his waist.

One thing no one would ever accuse Fox Crane of being was modest. Life was too short to worry about the comfort level of others. It was all about the here and now; in short it was all about him.

The speechless maid finally found her voice as she wrung her hands together, causing Fox to have to stifle a laugh at her obvious distress. “I was just…was instructed by…your father and grandfather wanted…they wanted you…meet them in the study immediately,” Lucy stuttered.

“Well now, I’ve just gotten up. I couldn’t possibly face those two on an empty stomach,” Fox told her with a wicked grin as he reached for the phone to call the kitchen. “Yes, this is Fox. I’d like to have a breakfast tray sent to my room. I’d like a platter of Belgian waffles, a side of eggs benedict, and a fruit salad with plenty of kiwi. It’s out of season? Well, that just won’t do. Send somebody out for fresh kiwi; I couldn’t possibly eat without it. I’m in no hurry. Thank you.”

Casually hanging up the phone, he slipped out of the bed and strolled towards the bathroom, making no attempt to cover his naked body as Lucy turned her gaze towards the ceiling. “I am going to take a long, relaxing shower while I wait for my breakfast to arrive,” Fox murmured softly to the startled maid. “Would you care to join me?” He asked offhandedly as his topaz eyes swept over her petite figure.
Lucy shook her head. “I’m sorry Master Crane, I have to get back to work,” the maid muttered hastily to her arrogant employer as she sprinted towards the door.

Fox’s eyes glinted with amusement as he watched the lissome maid dash away as if the hounds of **** were after her. “Was it something I said?” He wondered aloud.

__________

Two hours later, Fox breezed into the study. “Good morning, father, grandfather,” he murmured with barely a glance as he walked straight to be bar.

“Don’t you mean good afternoon?” Julian murmured sarcastically to his wayward son as he set the newspaper he had been reading aside.

“Hello, Foxworth. I am so glad you found time in your busy schedule to grace us with your presence,” Alistair told his grandson mildly. The ominous glitter in his eyes however belied his casual tone.

“Oh, come now grandfather you know that business should never be discussed on an empty stomach.” Fox replied nonchalantly as he poured himself a steaming cup of coffee.

“Yes, kiwi, I heard,” Alistair muttered drolly. Ignoring Julian’s growl of impatience, Alistair carefully set the reports he’d been reading aside and leaned back against his mahogany leather chair. “I’m very disappointed in you, Foxworth,” he told his grandson calmly.

Fox raised a blond brow and took a sip of his coffee. “I can’t imagine why, grandfather. As I’m the one who was utterly humiliated in the casino when you cut off my funds so abruptly,” he murmured. Though the memory of that night still stung, Fox’s expression was bland.

Alistair’s eyes darkened angrily but he stared at Fox impassively. “You’re gambling has cost me quite a lot of money over the years, Foxworth. And more than that your utter irresponsibility has brought nothing but disgrace to the Crane name, I am ashamed to call you family.” He said callously.

A slight smirk crossed Fox’s lips. “Believe me when I tell you the feeling is mutual, grandfather.” Fox shot back just as coldly. “And if you’ll restore my credit line, I’ll be on the next flight out of Cambridge and we’ll both be spared each other’s company.”

Alistair’s fist hit the desk as Fox’s impudence sparked his infamous temper. “You are nothing but an insolent pup, Foxworth. You think I’m going to finance your hedonistic lifestyle forever?” The Crane patriarch roared. “I did not build an empire out of nothing so you could gamble it away Foxworth. If you want money to throw away on gaming and ***** you are going to have to begin earning it yourself.”

The smirk never left Fox’s face. “That’s not a problem grandfather,” He replied calmly. “I’ll take an executive job at CI and spend my mornings at the club and my afternoons lunching with any of the luscious assistants you keep at hand just in case you get *****…”

The rest of his sentence was cut off by Julian’s outraged gasp. “Father, you cannot possibly mean to…”

Alistair shook his head. “I will be damned if I let you run CI into the ground with your incompetence. I refuse to hand my legacy over to a worthless piece of **** whose only goal in life is to see how many women he can bed and how much money he can gamble away.” He stated bluntly. “Here’s the deal Foxworth. I called in a favor with Bower Enterprises. You’ll begin an entry level position with them and you will work your way up from the bottom of the work ladder. If you prove yourself, I will reinstate you as my heir. If you don’t, I’ll cut you off without a cent.” Alistair added in an implacable tone.

“That’s absurd,” Fox spat out angrily. “I’m your only grandchild. You can’t just disown---”

Alistair laughed again. “I’d give everything away to charity before I let you run my legacy to the ground, Foxworth. Those are my terms. Take it or leave it.”

Fox met his grandfather’s stony glare coolly. “And if I don’t accept?” He asked.

“You’ll never see another penny of my money. All of your assets, liquid and otherwise will be frozen and I’d make sure that all of your creditors knew that you had been disinherited.” Alistair replied with a slight sneer.

The severity of the situation finally hit him and Fox blanched as he realized that his grandfather could and would cut him off if he didn’t come up to scratch. He flicked a glance towards his father but Fox knew that he wouldn’t get any help from that quarter. Julian had had his lips glued to Alistair’s *** for as long as he could remember. Julian’s words proved his assumption correct.

“This is just what Foxworth needs to prove his worth to this family once and for all,” he muttered disdainfully.

Fox’s smug laughter mocked Julian. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black, Father. Let’s not forget the reason why I’m sole heir in the first place,” he stated contemptuously. Ignoring Julian’s gasp of outrage Fox turned back to his grandfather. “Any other stipulations I must abide by to get what’s rightfully mine?” He drawled condescendingly.

Alistair smiled at his grandson. “If you can manage to hold onto the job, you will also get a monthly stipend to cover your expenses.” He told him.

“That’s very generous, grandfather,” Fox muttered sarcastically, arms crossed firmly over his chest.

Alistair raised a brow and sat back in his chair. “I rather thought so. You’ll start your new job Monday morning.” He waved his hand in dismissal and Fox turned to go. “Oh there’s just one more thing Foxworth,” he added slowly his obsidian eyes hard as rocks as he stared at his grandson. “I’m feeling rather charitable so I will pay off your rather outstanding debts but this is the last free ride you will get from this family. Do I make myself clear?” He asked softly.

“Crystal,” Fox muttered derisively. Without sparing either man a backwards glance he started to storm out of the room when he collided heavily with a soft, female body. Almost automatically, he reached out to steady her.

“Oh, Nicholas I’m sorry.” Theresa murmured softly. “I was just looking for Julian,” she explained her voice a bit breathless.

The scent of white amber drifted off her silky skin and Fox unconsciously inhaled the sweet scent as he stared deeply into her dark brown eyes. His eyes drifted towards her lush mouth and he exhaled sharply when she nervously licked her lips.

“I’m over here darling,” Julian called out from the mahogany sofa where he lounged comfortably.

An uncomfortable smile spread across Theresa’s face as she stepped out of Fox’s embrace and walked quickly into her intended’s waiting arms. Julian wasted no time in greeting his nubile fiancée as he pressed his lips to hers, his hands gliding enticingly low over her backside.

As Fox watched the disgusting display of affection, his temper began to rise again. Ignoring Alistair’s obvious amusement, he coughed loudly.

“I’m sorry did I interrupt something?” Theresa asked as she glanced around the tension filled room.

“How did you guess?” Fox muttered sarcastically.

“Foxworth please,” Julian grumbled glaring at his son. “Of course not darling, whatever can I do for you?” Julian cooed softly to Theresa.

Theresa smiled up at Julian. “Well, honey I was just about to go into the city for a shopping spree and I realized you forgot to sign this blank check, silly boy.” She said, patting his chest playfully as he pressed her curvy body closer to his.

“Oh darling, I’m so sorry. I promise it’ll never happen again. Let me take care of that for you,” Julian apologized as he pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled his signature on the check. After he’d handed her the signed check, Julian leaned over and pressed a devouring kiss to her soft lips.

“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me,” Fox spat out furiously, his blood boiling as he watched the nauseating scene.

Theresa and Julian broke their embrace and looked at Fox in surprise. His hand still riding low on Theresa’s hip, Julian glared at his son. “Foxworth, what kind of language is that to use in the presence of a lady?” He reprimanded.

Fox leaned negligently against the door, his feline eyes hot with temper. “I’ll watch my language when there is an actual lady in the room,” he drawled sneeringly.

“Excuse me?” Theresa murmured not entirely sure she had heard him correctly.

Julian stared at his son in shock. “Foxworth, what the **** has gotten into you?” He asked mouth agape at the harshness of his son’s words.

Fox barely spared his father a glance, his golden green eyes locked on Tess’s brown ones. “Sorry baby but it’s been my experience that if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…” He didn’t finish the thought but the smirk on his face said the words for him.

Theresa stepped out of Julian’s embrace and moved closer to Fox. “Would you care to finish that statement?” She asked quietly, her dark eyes challenging his.

Never one to back down from a confrontation, Fox decided to finish what he had started. “It must be a *****,” he said cruelly.

“Nicholas!” Julian bellowed in shock at his son’s ruthless words as Alistair just sat back and watched the show.

Theresa smiled sweetly at Julian. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I can handle this.” She told him pecking his lips lightly before she turned her attention to Fox. “It’s quite clear that you have a problem with your father and I being in love, Nicholas. But you know what, that’s really none of your business.” She stated firmly.

Fox glared at her. “Baby, that’s Fox to you.” He told her. He let his eyes roam over her petite body, wrapped in a snug crimson dress that perfectly hugged her curves. “And my father is no more in love with you than you are with him. He’s being led around by his ****,” his eyes dropped to her lips once more and Theresa felt her breath catch at the glittering look in his eyes. “Which I obviously cannot blame him for baby…while you are entranced by his bank account,” he finished sarcastically.

Theresa laughed. “Oh please Nicholas you know nothing of your father and even less about me.” She snapped at him. “Besides, I’m not interested in the opinion of a college dropout who apparently only took ******* 101.”

“Ouch, obviously you have a killer tongue as well a killer ***, Step-mommy,” Fox drawled. He lowered his voice to barely a whisper, his eyes never leaving her face. “That must come in handy in the bedroom. No wonder my father just throws his money at you. Have to pay for the services rendered, hmm?” He added bitingly.

Theresa laughed again. “That’s so original Nicholas,” she said continuing to use his given name because she’d noticed it irked him. “Maybe if you’d spend more time developing your brain and less time at the gym you could be a little more creative with your insults. And you wouldn’t be forced to beg your family for money like a prepubescent schoolboy either,” she added with another saccharine sweet smile.

Fox’s smile took a seductive edge. “Baby, you must like what you’re seeing if you keep noticing my physique,” he drawled.

“The only thing I see is a child in dire need of his bottle,” Theresa mocked flashing him another grin before she stepped back from him and sashayed back to Julian’s side.

“Checkmate,” Alistair commented with a chuckle from his front row seat as he lit up a cigar. He had never been a man to turn down live entertainment. An amused smile on his lips, he turned his focus to his grandson. “We’re done for now, Foxworth. You’re to report to Charles Michaels first thing Monday morning. Here’s the number to call to get all the details of the job,” he said leaning forward and holding out a piece of paper Fox promptly snatched from his hand. “And please endeavor to remember this is your last chance so don’t disappoint me,” Al warned him firmly.

Fox nodded, stuffing the paper into his jean pocket before he stormed out of the room, the door slamming hard behind him.

As soon as Fox left the room, Julian turned towards Theresa, his dark eyes apologetic. “My dear I am utterly abhorred by the atrocious way my son attacked you,” he murmured as he took her hand in his and lightly stroked it with his thumb.

“Oh, darling I’m the one who should be apologizing to you for letting Nicholas provoke me in that fashion. I’m sure that my reaction was exactly what he was fishing for,” Theresa purred, batting her long lashes as she caressed his cheek with her hand.

Julian pecked her lightly on the lips. “There is nothing to forgive Sofia. That son of mine has always been a loose canon and he was bound to explode sooner or later.”

Theresa smiled at him serenely. “Well let’s hope in the future he directs his anger elsewhere. I just want us to be a loving, happy family.”

“What else could I ask for?” Julian murmured as his hands roamed over her back. “Well, there is something else I’d love, later on,” he added suggestively as he nibbled her ear.

Theresa winked at him before she pulled out of his embrace. “I’ll be home in a few hours darling and then we can pick up where we left off last night,” she promised him.

“That’s music to my ears darling. Goodbye my sweet,” Julian told her as he pressed one last kiss on her waiting mouth.

“See you soon, Julian.” Theresa breathed out as she ran a finger slowly over his thin lips. “Goodbye Alistair,” she added with a polite nod towards her soon to be father in law.

“Sofia,” the patriarch nodded casually as he arranged some files on his desk.

“I’ll call you from the limo darling,” Theresa waved a well manicured hand and sauntered towards the door. Knowing her fiancée’s gaze was on her she purposely swayed her hips as she left the room.

Julian exhaled as he watched his fiancée leave. He poured himself a brandy before he turned back towards his father. “Well father I have to hand it to you. Pushing me to remarry was one of the best ideas you’ve ever had. Sofia is quite a treasure, in and out of bed. I couldn’t imagine getting tired of her,” he added with a smirk

Alistair laughed. “So does that mean no more late night visits from Marguerite, Priscilla, or Christina?” He questioned doubtfully.

Julian flashed his father a rakish smile. “I said I wouldn’t grow tired of Sofia. I never said anything about being tired of my other romps on the side but adding the lovely Sofia to the mix has made my life all the more pleasurable,” he said slyly.

Alistair grinned. “Well if you ever do grow bored with her, I wouldn’t mind if you sent her my way.”

Julian shook his head. “Ask me again in a few years,” he replied with an easy laugh.

Alistair puffed out a ring of smoke. “Well, in that case never mind. You know I don’t care for women past their prime,” he said and both men shared another hearty laugh.

“So what are we going to do about Foxworth?” Julian asked as he sipped his drink.

Alistair gazed thoughtfully at his son before speaking. “That display he put on today proved to me that he’ll never be worthy of the Crane empire. I believed he would be an exemplary heir before but Foxworth has severely disappointed me.” Alistair said evenly.

“And if he succeeds at Bower Enterprises? He expects to gain all the rights that come with being the Crane heir, you know?” Julian countered.

Alistair shrugged carelessly. “Let him think what he wants. He lost any chance of being my sole heir a long time ago. Let him stay with Bower and make it on his own. Foxworth is no longer my concern,” he said coldly.

“Well, I’m not going to argue with you. Foxworth has always been a disappointment to me. The years he spent with his mother and that French ******* she ran off with ruined him.” Julian gulped down the rest of his liquor to dilute the humiliation that memory still brought him. “And the way he beleaguered Sofia was just disgraceful. He’s only just met her. How he could delight in tormenting an innocent woman astounds me.”

“I hope your son’s behavior has softened you to the idea of conceiving an heir with your delightful bride,” Alistair remarked.

Julian sighed. “As much as it pains me to admit it I do see the necessity of it. Though, I’d prefer to enjoy my new bride without having a wailing infant underfoot all the time.”

“That’s what nannies are for Julian.” Alistair told his son. “And as I’m planning on taking the child under my wing you won’t have to bother with the day to matters that concern the infant. You ruined my first chance of gaining a worthy heir I won’t be making the same mistakes twice.” Al added emphatically.

Julian shrugged indifferently. “Do whatever you want with the brat after it’s born. I could care less. I’m only interested in the mechanics of getting my beautiful wife enceinte.”

Alistair nodded. “You’ve done the Crane name proud son. Sofia will be a welcome addition to the family. She carries herself with grace and she will fit very well within our social circle,” he complimented.

Julian beamed at his father’s approving words. “Not to mention what a tiger she is in bed.” He snickered as he flashed back to the numerous sexual escapades they’d had over the last two months.

“Like I said you’ve done well for yourself son,” Alistair said charitably.

Julian lifted his glass in a mock toast. “Indeed,” he drawled.

I was disappointed to see it finished! D@mnit! I am honeslty loving the sh1t out of this fic and find it INCREDIBLY HARD to not be thinking about when I finish the new post!
I am dead fricken serious to tell you that this is screenplay worthy material and I would 100% pay money to see it played out on the big screen!
I LOVE IT...MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Jess that was so good. I loved the update. I feel so sorry for Fox that his grandpappy Alistair still won't let him be the heir even if he does do so well which I know he will since Fox is great at everything. That little spout between him and Theresa was great too. I hope to see a round two very soon. The way she's got Julian wrapped around her finger is great. That man will never know what hit him. That brunette has piped my curiosity Jess and I want to know what she's up to. Please hurry up with another update soon. I love how Theresa behaves in this one and Fox is just sounding so Foxy to me I don't think I can go long without an update. Hope to see more soon. Loved it Jess.

oh this update was so good i wonder who the brunette is and what she is gonna do and i fell for fox oh you are a great writer please update soon

I agree! ^

That was soooooo good! I was actually hoping that Julian would be exclusive to her and then she would play him for a fool ya know? But knowing that he is just adding her to the collection kinda sucks!
I think that this story is so good though!
Keep it up! I am really excited to read more.

bumping for more!!! It has been a while.. thought I should check and see how much longer

Just dropping by to check for an update!

so sorry guys...amy's been sick.....should be up by mon night......its a fun chap, lol...

We truly appreciate you all waiting patiently....muses were in hiding, jam packed schedules...hope u all enjoy the fun...we did...




Chapter 3-Too Close for Comfort

What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way


Cambridge Massachusetts

“Right this way baby,” Fox murmured to the leggy blonde who was cuddled close to his side as they walked into the darkened mansion.

The blonde, whose name he couldn’t quite recall at the moment, smiled at him, her dark blue eyes widened with awe as she stared at the grandiose foyer. “Wow, Fox I know your family had money but this place is fantastic,” Mindy murmured.

“If you think this is amazing, wait till you see my room.” Fox whispered in her ear, his voice husky. His lips grazed over the delicate curve of her ears and she shivered, pressing her curvy body closer to his hard length.

“Lead the way,” Mindy replied with a soft giggle as they ascended the staircase towards his bedroom. Adjusting her black leather mini skirt, she then batted her fake lashes at him coyly. “Do you mind if I freshen up a bit?” she asked with a flirtatious grin.

”Go right ahead, baby.” Fox replied with an easy smile as he plopped down on his bed and began to unbutton the top buttons of his white shirt. “It’s the first door on the left of the staircase,” he replied.

“Fox,” Mindy called out a few minutes later, her voice just a bit shrill.

“Yes baby?” Fox replied with slight irritation as he removed the slim gold watch that adorned his wrist and placed it soundly on the nightstand.

“There are too many doors out here, I can’t find the right one,” she complained petulantly.

Fox rolled his eyes as he stood up. The things he put up with for a quick ****. Strolling into the hallway, he smiled understandingly at the bewildered blonde in front of him and pointed towards the correct door. “Right here baby,” he told her barely suppressing the urge to follow with, ‘you stupid *****’.

“Oh, it’s the first door on the left of the staircase,” Mindy murmured with embarrassment. Fox stared at her as if she had grown horns on her head because those had been his precise words. “I think all the liquor’s gone to my head,” she added with a little laugh as she walked inside and shut the door soundly behind her.

“Yea right,” Fox muttered maliciously.

Barely a moment later, Mindy walked back out, a slight frown marring the perfect smoothness of her face. “Fox I don’t think that’s your bathroom. There’s female stuff everywhere,” she told him with puzzlement.

Fox’s hazel eyes narrowed with fury as he walked into the spacious bathroom that had been exclusively his forever. Perfume bottles and toiletries cluttered the counter while an explosion of lingerie in all textures and colors covered every available surface.

“Sofia,” Fox muttered with contempt under his breath. It was bad enough that her bedroom adjoined his but she just had to take over the closest bathroom as well as if she were perfectly entitled to it. Who the **** did she think she was?

“Sofia?” Mindy murmured questioningly. “Is that your father’s new fiancé?” She asked staring at him with curious blue eyes.

“The one and only,” Fox muttered angrily as he picked up random bottles, staring at them as if they were written in a foreign language and then carelessly setting them down. “I can’t believe she had the gall to clutter my bathroom with all this crap,” he complained out loud.

“She does have a lot of stuff,” Mindy agreed easily. “A lot of expensive stuff,” she added admiringly as her expert eye read some of the labels.

“And whose money do you think she is spending on all this stuff?” Fox seethed.

“Well, she is going to marry your father. She has a perfect right to spend his money,” Mindy pointed out reasonably. “And all the papers mention how nice she is,” she added as she remembered all the tabloid articles she had read.
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Fox smirked. “Yeah, nice front she’s putting up, you mean. Sofia’s nothing but a common gold digger and all she’s done since she’s arrived is work my last nerve,” he complained as he paced the marble floor, his blood boiling as he recalled their last encounter. “I can’t get a moment’s peace in this house because everywhere I turn there she is. She treats me like a pesky child as she screws my father, both literally and figuratively, blinding him from the truth that he’s too enamored to see.”

“What truth, Fox?” Mindy murmured bewilderedly, confused by his unreasonable anger.

“That just because she’s a gorgeous woman she can get away with anything she wants,” Fox murmured succinctly as he stopped his pacing and ran a hand roughly through his thick blonde hair.

“Maybe you’re just jealous.” Mindy replied knowingly. She couldn’t tell you who the Secretary of State was but she knew everything there was to know about men. And Fox’s angry tirade against his soon to be step-mother spoke volumes about his feelings.

Fox shot her a hard glance from icy hazel eyes. “Jealous of what exactly, baby?” He asked incredulously as he took a step toward her.

“That she belongs to your father and you can’t have her.” Mindy retorted confidently.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” Fox scoffed. “All that bleach must have gone to your head,” he added with a smirk as he walked back to his bedroom.

“I don’t believe you,” Mindy replied placidly as she followed him in. Leaning against his bedroom door, she casually twirled a strand of her dark blonde hair.

“I don’t care what you ******* believe baby.” Fox spat out furiously, her assumption having angered him beyond belief. Stripping off his shirt, he tossed it to the carpeted floor and stared at her from lowered eyes. “Are you going to stand there all night baby because it’ll be nearly impossible to **** you when you’re so far away,” he added softly though his tone was no less furious.

Mindy placed a hand on her hip and glared at him. “Go **** yourself Fox.” She told him concisely, her blue eyes flashing dangerously. “Because I have no desire to hear you moan your step-mother’s name while you’re screwing me,” she added with a toss of her blond head as she turned on her 4-inch stiletto heels and stormed out of the room.

“If I could do that, I wouldn’t need you Bambi,” he called out after her. “Or whatever the **** your name is,” he muttered to himself as he looked around his room, his mind racing a mile a minute.

His thoughts turned back to Sofia and he bolted towards the bathroom, vengefully scooping up a handful of her lingerie. Feeling not one ounce of compassion and uncaring about the lateness of the evening, he stormed towards her bedroom door. He was about to raise his free hand to pound on the door when he heard a small sound emanating from within. Narrowing his gold green eyes, he tilted his head closer to the door so he could hear more clearly.

“Oh, Julian, yes…..ohhh yes,” he suddenly heard Sofia moan out in pleasure and he backed up in surprise.

“Sofia, mmm, ohhhh…” Fox heard his father call out and his stomach turned with revulsion as he backed away from the door. Stomping into the bathroom he tossed Sofia’s lingerie on the floor and then stormed back to his room. Walking straight to the bar, he poured two fingers of scotch and downed it quickly, trying to remove the sounds and images of Sofia and his father in bed from his head.

“****, this is going to be a long night,” Fox muttered as he poured another drink and flopped down on his bed, his gaze falling towards the wall that connected their rooms.

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“Good morning darling, you look quite stunning today,” Julian murmured to his fiancée, pressing his cheek against Theresa’s and admiring the way she looked in her champagne colored pinstripe skirt and fitted blazer in her reflection.

Theresa smiled sweetly at Julian as she fastened her diamond stud earrings into place. “Thank you sweetheart, I’d better hurry if I don’t want to be late. I’m getting a slow start this morning,” she told him.

“Well, we did have quite a night last night,” Julian said with a chuckle. “You wore me out. Thank God for my trusty little blue pills,” he added his brown eyes darkening as flashes of the previous evening danced through his head.

“We certainly did, darling. It was amazing,” Theresa cooed as she rose from her vanity chair. Giving him a coy smile, she ran her hand down his dress shirt enticingly.

As he bent his head to kiss her, Julian noticed her bare finger and he frowned. “Darling, where is your engagement ring?” He asked her.

Sofia glanced down at her bare finger anxiously. “Oh no, I must have left it in the bathroom when I showered earlier,” she recalled suddenly.

Julian lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on her palm. “Well, make sure to put it back on before you leave the mansion darling. I want all the men out there to know that you’re taken,” he told her as he wrapped her possessively in his arms. It was one thing for him to continue his philandering but the woman who promised herself to him followed another rule book. Sofia was his and his alone, a fact that Sofia was very aware of.

“I’ll run and get it now. I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast in a few minutes,” Theresa murmured, a pleasant smile on her face as she stared up at her gray-haired fiancée.

After one final glance into her vanity mirror, Theresa left her bedroom and walked towards the bathroom across the hall. Opening the door abruptly, she was startled to see steam rising gently in the air. Her gaze fell to the frosted glass doors of the shower where a male form was clearly outlined.

Nicholas, Theresa realized. Exhaling heavily she turned to leave. She really wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation. But then she noticed her gold encrusted jewelry box sitting on the counter and indecision held her motionless. Biting her lip she weighed her options, finally making a beeline for the box. Her French-tipped nails searched frantically for the ring and for the first time in her life she cursed the fact that she had so much jewelry. A relieved smile curved her lips when she found the pear shaped diamond stunner and slipped it quickly on her finger. Her relief turned to panic when she heard the shower faucet close which could only mean one thing…

Sliding the shower door open, Fox was surprised to see his step-mother standing there. A Cheshire grin curving his mouth, he purposely decided against covering up, and indolently leaned against the shower wall, his arms crossed lazily under his firm chest.

“Nick…” Theresa opened her mouth to offer some kind of explanation but she couldn’t tear her shocked eyes away from his godlike body.

Fox grinned at the stunned look on her face. “You know if you wanted to shower with me, you could have just asked step-mommy.” He remarked casually.

“What…” Theresa swallowed hard as she forced her fascinated eyes to meet Fox’s mocking ones.

“Its okay baby, I get it. The old man’s not doing it for you and you need the real thing,” he whispered suggestively.

The sensual haze that had surrounded Theresa finally broke and she glared at Fox defiantly. “Excuse me?” She fumed.

Fox winked slowly at her, his hazel eyes full of laughter. “There’s no need to lie to me baby. We are going to be family after all.” He gently reminded her.

“You’ve got some nerve…” Theresa sputtered indignantly.

Fox grinned lazily at her as he finally climbed out of the shower, forcing Theresa to take a few hurried steps back. “Could you hand me that towel,” he asked carelessly well aware of the effect he was having on her. Fox was at his most confident when he was naked and he had few inhibitions.

Theresa handed him a plush white towel, confusion darkening her eyes as she tried to regain the upper hand. “I have no interest in you at all Nicholas,” she replied. “Your father keeps me very satisfied,” she added with a little smirk but she couldn’t resist sneaking another peak at his anatomy.

Fox dried off lazily, not bothering to cover up the goods. “If that’s true step-mommy then why are you still in here?” He asked with a wicked grin, his hazel eyes luminous with laughter.

“I…you…” Theresa stammered. She couldn’t form a coherent thought and finally she turned and sprinted from the bathroom.

“Gotcha,” Fox chuckled to himself as he continued drying off.

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“So are you ready for your first designing job in Cambridge, darling?” Julian asked Theresa as he sipped his coffee, his gaze focuses on the financial paper.

Theresa smiled half-heartedly at Julian, her mind still on that morning’s encounter with Nicholas as she picked at the fruit salad on her plate. “Yes, but I am a little nervous. I haven’t worked on an account in a few months. I hope the client you set me up with is mild-mannered.”

Julian smiled at his fiancée complacently. “Chuck is a ***** cat darling. And I told him what a talented designer you are so he’d be a fool if he didn’t let you re-design all of his offices.”

Theresa laughed. “Oh, Julian let’s not get ahead of ourselves. He was very generous to let me handle the re-designing of his office here in Cambridge. One step at a time,” she murmured.

“You’re being modest, my dear. I’ve seen your portfolio and I know Chuck will jump at the chance to let you do more projects for him.” Julian chuckled when Theresa raised a brow warning him to stop the excessive praise. “Alright, I’ll quit praising your work sweetheart. I just need to pick up some files from the study and then we can ride in the limo together. I’ll drop you off on my way to CI.”

“Okay, darling,” Theresa replied as she listlessly stirred her coffee. Her hunger minimal, she continued picking at her food.

“You do realize that this is a one hundred room mansion and yet everywhere I turn, there you are,” Fox mumbled as he walked over to the island and scooped up some eggs Florentine with a hearty side of bacon and then plunked down across the table from her. “You’re like a bad rash I can’t rid of,” he added nastily as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Having just regained her appetite, Theresa gave Nick a sunny smile and then bit down on some cantaloupe. “I guess my plan to annoy the **** out of you worked then, Nicholas.”

“I wouldn’t doubt that was your plan at all,” Fox spat disdainfully as he scooped a mouthful of eggs into his mouth.

“So why are you dressed up Nick? Is it Halloween already, you planning on going as a success?” Theresa mocked as she focused her eyes on the paper as if it were the most interesting read ever.

His eyes full of daggers, Fox slammed his coffee cup down harder than he’d meant to as he realized the game was on. “Well, step-mommy if you must know I’m starting my new job this morning. Let me explain it to you in terms I’m sure you’ll understand. When you spread your legs and men give you money, that’s called work. Got it?” He murmured derisively.

“Funny, how you seem to know so much about paying for sex Nicholas. You have to go that route often?” Theresa remarked her dark eyes narrowed and a prominent smirk on her lips as she returned his serve.

“I learned from the best baby, watching my father. He is the expert as you should really know,” Fox replied smiling graciously as she chuckled lightly though her eyes were full of fire.

“Don’t you ever get tired of playing the part of the spoiled heir?” Theresa asked him disdainfully.

“Don’t you ever get tired of playing--” He began but switched tactics as she raised an eyebrow. “My father,” he finished easily.

“Why are so sure that I’m playing your father Nicholas? How do you know that I’m not madly in love with him?” Theresa asked him serenely.

“We both know why baby, you don’t need me to enlighten you on it,” Fox replied curtly as he returned his attention to his plateful of sustenance.

Theresa waved a hand in the air motioning for him to continue. “No, please do Nicholas. You think you know everything about me so please enlighten me as to my motives for marrying your father.”

Fox set his fork down and locked his gaze with hers. “Because baby, women like you only marry men like my father for the, monetary benefits,” he explained, his lips curling.

“Women like me, Nicholas? I didn’t realize I was a type.” Theresa remarked with a light laugh.

“You’re the worst type, baby. Using your beauty and charm to wrap hapless men around your finger,” Fox told her cruelly.

“Oh, compared to using your money and arrogance to get brainless women in your bed?” Theresa countered. They had both sized each other up quite accurately though neither of them would ever admit it. As the conversation took an uncomfortable turn, they both fell silent.

“What can I say baby, I’m easy.” He drawled resorting to the familiar banter to lighten the mood. “Though I must say, step-mommy you’re quite the little actress. Have you ever thought of doing movies?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Movies?” Theresa asked blankly, sure she shouldn’t have asked but Nicholas had piqued her interest.

“The way you were moaning out in ecstasy last night with the old man, you can definitely give Jenna Jameson a run for her money,” Fox said insultingly, hoping to knock her off her pedestal. He grinned triumphantly as her cheeks filled with color. “If you give me a little notice next time, I can sell tickets.” he added cuttingly as he rose and adjusted his tie.

Theresa’s dark brown eyes glittered with anger and she opened her mouth to reply just as Julian walked in.

“Good morning Foxworth,” Julian smiled easily at his son as he walked over to his fiancée and rested a hand possessively on her shoulder.

Fox tipped his blond head in acknowledgement before he winked at Theresa. “I’m off to work. It was nice chatting with you, step-mommy,” he murmured with an arrogant smile as he sauntered out of the kitchen.

“It’s good to see you and Fox getting along after that quarrel you two had the other day, darling,” Julian remarked.

“One big happy family,” Theresa answered through pursed lips.

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“Nicholas Crane to see Mr. Michaels,” Fox said flashing his trademark grin to the matronly secretary who manned the outer receptionist area at Bower Enterprises.

“Good morning Mr. Crane,” the secretary told him with a slight smile. “Mr. Michaels is expecting you. He’s finishing up his earlier meeting and should be out within a few minutes if you’d like to take a seat,” she added as she pointed to the formal waiting area.

“Thank you….Katherine,” Fox murmured, glancing down at the nameplate at her desk. “Has anyone ever told your eyes are the most remarkable shade of blue?” He complimented lavishly and Katherine blushed.

“Thank you, Mr. Crane,” she replied giggling softly as she adjusted her glasses.

“Please call me Fox,” he said with a playful wink as he leaned casually on the edge of her desk. “This must be your family. They are absolutely gorgeous,” he said as he lifted a frame. He gave her another piercing grin and Katherine shifted nervously in her chair.

Flirting was second nature to Fox. He had been doing it since he had been a boy of twelve and had discovered the difference between girls and boys. Women couldn’t resist the potent combination of his good looks and his irrepressible charm. And because he was sincere in his compliments, he was all the more alluring. He was quite good at it and most women couldn’t resist him. Well, almost all women, Fox thought sourly as his thoughts traveled to Sofia.

As he nodded encouragingly to the oblivious Katherine who rambled on about her grandson’s first words, he ran through a mental checklist of all the things that irritated him about Sofia. The way her nose crinkled when she read the newspaper, did she actually think that was cute? Or the way she tried to intimidate him using those big, doe eyes as if she had figured out everything there was to know about him. The infuriating way she strutted around the mansion so confidently, as if everything in sight belonged to her. The maddening way she had made herself perfectly at home in his bathroom, cluttering up every conceivable surface with her makeup, her perfumes, the fancy French lingerie that he instinctively knew would cling perfectly to those luscious curves…

Fox shook his head as he became aware that his thoughts had suddenly become sexually graphic and he inwardly cursed. He wasn’t the least bit attracted to Sofia. She drove him crazy and he’d be damned if he’d ever consider her as anything other than an annoyance in his life. Besides, she wasn’t even his type. He preferred to date tall, buxom blondes who had better things to do with their mouths than berate him. He smiled as he realized that the one good thing about taking this job was the minimal amount of time he’d have to spend in her loathsome presence. His grandfather had done him a favor really, because Sofia was just so…

“Mr. Crane, Mr. Crane,” the frustrated secretary called out as she waved a hand before his dazed hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry….what?” Fox murmured finally breaking out of his thoughts as he met Katherine’s narrowed gaze.

“I said Mr. Michaels is ready to see you now,” Katherine replied a bit stiffly as she realized that he hadn’t been listening to a word she had said about her precious Timmy.

Still slightly dazed Fox smiled weakly at Katherine. “Thank you…umm…” Fox said uneasily, thrown off his game.

“Katherine,” the secretary replied coolly, raising her name plate mockingly.

“Right, thank you Katherine,” Fox mumbled as he walked off. Having finally regained his composure, he smiled widely at Charles as the older man waved him in.

“It’s nice to officially meet your acquaintance Nicholas,” Charles said as he firmly shook Fox’s hand.

“Call me Fox, sir everyone does,” he replied with another grin as