First-Class Seduction

First-Class Seduction
Lee Wilkinson

It started with a kiss…Bel was planning to marry Roderick, but then Andrew Storm, a complete stranger, turned her life upside down. Andrew skillfully and masterfully seduced Bel in ways she'd only imagined in her dreams. He was a first-class male with a talent for seduction.Slowly Bel found herself drawn into his web until there was no other way out: she had to leave Roderick and marry Andrew. But little did Bel know that Andrew had a secret agenda of his own - and his plans included Bel!

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u20df5e6a-565a-58e3-8728-ad5003fa1fc0)

Excerpt (#ud81165bb-0154-523f-9e83-3756ddbe3fe0)

About the Author (#uf797f96c-d431-5334-9b6e-fb52fd23be64)

Title Page (#ua6ffe6af-bc8d-5cbe-bf5e-5590a0aeea54)

CHAPTER ONE (#u41c8658a-d4d8-51ea-bbb9-4b8dabe96c55)

CHAPTER TWO (#u5ae0aae7-cff1-5a8d-b0b8-65bd8c2a6ed3)

CHAPTER THREE (#u672e6cdf-4521-5c3e-acbd-9f5af28bd9a6)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

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“Feeling rough?” a sympathetic male voice asked, close to her ear.

Her eyes flew open. As her vision adjusted, a lean, attractive face, the jaw rough with morning stubble, came into focus.

He was lying beside her, propped on one elbow, a sheet pulled up to his middle. His muscular shoulders and tanned chest were bare.

So, undoubtedly, was the rest of him.

Bel sat up with a jerk. She, too, was naked.

His appreciative gaze strayed over her and lingered on her mouth. “You’re even lovely first thing in the morning with a hangover.”

She pushed back the sheet and attempted to get out of the bed. The sudden movement sent her head spinning.

It wouldn’t have been quite so bad if the man beside her had been the man she was going to marry, but for it to be Andrew Storm…!

LEE WILKINSON lives with her husband in a three-hundred-year-old stone cottage in a village in Derbyshire, England. Most winters they get cut off by snow! Both enjoy traveling, and previously joined forces with their daughter and son-in-law, spending a year going around the world “on a shoestring” while their son looked after Kelly, their much-loved German shepherd dog. Lee’s hobbies are reading and gardening and holding impromptu barbecues for her long-suffering family and friends.

First-Class Seduction

Lee Wilkinson

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_9d8705d1-bf53-55d1-8176-5aa1f3af4503)

THOUGH lunchtime was almost over, the quiet backstreet restaurant was still fairly full.

Bel Grant had just paid her bill and was preparing to leave when she noticed Mortimer Harmen, their company secretary, sitting at a corner table. In a reflex action she ducked her smooth blonde head.

She disliked and distrusted Harmen, and avoided him whenever possible.

Handsome in a beefy, florid way, his smile brash, his manner bold, he clearly thought he was God’s gift to women.

He made Bel squirm.

Even during business meetings his pale blue eyes always seemed to be stripping her. The last thing she wanted now was for him to spot her and insist on walking back to the office with her.

A surreptitious glance showed that, though at the coffee stage, he was still deep in conversation with his luncheon companion, a dark-haired man who had his back to Bel.

She picked up her bag, and was making her way to the door when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harmen rise to his feet. He appeared to be looking in her direction. Muttering, ‘Oh, hell!’ she dived into the Ladies.

While she waited for the coast to be clear Bel checked her appearance. She hardly looked like a fugitive, she thought quizzically.

Mirrored walls reflected a slim, charmingly businesslike woman wearing a charcoal suit and white blouse. Her gleaming ash-blonde hair was up in a neat chignon. Her oval face, with its small neat nose and generous mouth, the clear green eyes perfectly set and slightly elongated, was cool and composed, and free of make-up.

Though her father owned the cosmetics company she worked for, Bel used few of their products. Well marked brows and lashes several shades darker than her hair, combined with a flawless skin, did away with the need—except for evenings out or special occasions.

After hovering impatiently for two or three minutes, afraid she would be late for the two o’clock board meeting, Bel cautiously emerged.

The table Harmen and his companion had shared was now vacant, and there was no immediate sign of her bête noire.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she was making a beeline for the door when she cannoned into a tall, muscular figure and went staggering back.

Lean hands shot out and gripped her shoulders, steadying her. She found herself looking up into a pair of thickly lashed eyes the exact colour of woodsmoke, and was suddenly breathless.

Telling herself it was the impact that had robbed her of breath, she stammered, ‘I—I’m so sorry.’

He said nothing, but as he studied her face a flame kindled and leapt in those smoky eyes.

An answering spark, a flare of excitement, of sexual awareness, ran through her, heating her blood and bringing a flush to her cheeks while she stood staring into his eyes as if mesmerised.

Then those handsome eyes blurred out of focus, and for an instant firm lips touched hers.