The Red Eye 3 (The Red Eye Erotic Romance Series) Page 2

  “Why don’t you come back to my office? At least until Dad sends out the email.”

  “I’m not sure. I’ve got the files on the Dresden/Kutcher case to go through.” If the truth were told, I really wanted to be on my own to get my temper under control after seeing Grayson, but I couldn’t tell Devon that. Although he was always really supportive of me, I knew that he was also highly loyal to his father, and if it really came down to it, I wasn’t at all sure that he’d choose me over his family. I didn’t want to put him in that position—ever.

  “I’m sure the files can wait.” Devon looked at me with that suggestive twinkle in his eye that I never could resist. I caught the look and grinned.

  “I’m sure they can,” I said in a teasing tone as I slid my tongue along my bottom lip at just the thought of what was about to happen. I knew by the time he got his rock-hard cock into the tight sheath of my pussy, I would be ready to come, and it would probably take an embarrassingly short amount of time for me to get satisfaction… but that was okay, because Devon definitely wouldn’t stop at just one.

  Three

  We giggled like school kids breaking the rules. Devon took my hand as the doors to the elevator opened, and pulled me through to his office. “Hold all my calls,” he instructed his secretary, as he ushered me into his room and shut the door behind us. He pulled down the blinds and pushed me up against the door, pulling my sweater over my head. I trembled in the chilly room, covering my nudity. I naughtily wasn’t wearing any underwear. Devon’s eyes lit fires along my naked skin.

  Cupping my breasts in his hands, he gazed at them admiringly. “You really do have the best tits I’ve ever seen.”

  I laughed. “Oh, Devon. You know how to give a girl the best compliments.”

  “Well, it’s true.” He kneaded the fleshy globes with both hands, eliciting soft moans of pleasure as he toyed with my rosy nipples. The way he looked at me was like a jeweler examining an expensive bauble. I blushed under his scrutiny. “I mean, look at them. All pert and welcoming. They fit perfectly into my hands too…” He lightly ran his thumb over my nipples, making them even more erect than they already were.

  He leaned forward and took one of them into his mouth, sucking on my breast as his tongue drew circles around my nipple. I threw my head back, spine arching away from the door as I tried to stay quiet as he drove me mad with desire. “Oh God, Devon…”

  With a sudden movement, he picked me up, latching his hands under both of my knees as he wedged me between his body and the door. He moved his grip to my waist, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, letting him support me with the weight of his body as he held me against him. I undulated wantonly like a wave washing over him. I could feel the bulge of his cock through his trousers nudging against my saturated kitty, and I desperately wanted him inside me. There was something truly erotic about fucking when we were still half dressed, and the position was just wicked enough for me to look down between our bodies and watch him pounding into me, his trousers pooled around his ankles.

  “Devon? Mr. Caesar?”

  We both jumped apart at the sound of a knock at the door. I scrambled to get my sweater back on, and threw my bra into a corner of the office where I hoped no one would notice. I smoothed out my clothes, knowing that anyone looking at me would be able to tell exactly what we’d just been doing, and took a seat at Devon’s desk, opposite where he would have been sitting if we’d been discussing business.

  Devon pulled the door open. “Yes, Kate? What is it?”

  “I’m sorry for interrupting.” Kate blushed bright red, and I knew that she knew exactly what we’d been doing. “But you told me to hold your calls, and I knew that if I rang, you wouldn’t answer the phone, and this is quite important.”

  “Fine.” Devon sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “What is it that’s so urgent that you had to speak to me right away?”

  “Your grandmother’s on the phone. She says that she has to speak to you right now. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. I’m so sorry to have to break up your meeting, but you know what she’s like, and she was threatening to report me to your father. After what happened the last time…”

  “It’s all right, Kate. I understand. Put her through.”

  “Right away, Devon.”

  Kate glanced at me before scurrying back to her desk. I didn’t know whose cheeks were more red—hers or mine. It wasn’t just the news about my engagement that was going to be all over the firm before the day was out.

  The phone rang once and Devon snatched it up. “Thanks, Kate.” There was a pause, and I could hear the muted tones of his grandmother speaking. She did not sound happy.

  “That’s right, Grandma. Rebecca and I are engaged to be married.”

  She spoke again, and from what little I could make out, I knew that I was going to face an uphill battle if I was going to get her to accept me into the family.

  “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you first. I figured that I ought to let Dad know, and once Rebecca said yes, I was too excited to wait. I promise that when we start a family, you’ll be the first to know.”

  I winced, knowing that this was the last thing he should be saying, but the grin on Devon’s face said that he knew exactly what he was doing. “All right. We’ll come round to see you for dinner tonight. How does eight o’clock sound?”

  When he hung up, he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

  “I can’t believe you just said all that! And what was that about children? Devon, we haven’t even discussed whether we’re going to have children, so why did you tell your grandmother you’d tell her as soon as I got pregnant?”

  Devon got up and came to stand behind me and massage my shoulders. “Of course we’re going to have children. Four of them. Two girls and two boys called Melissa, Melanie, Michael, and Marcus.”

  “Four? With those names?” I was about to get really angry with Devon when I realized that he was just joking. “Okay, you got me. I thought you were being serious for a moment.”

  Devon laughed. “Look, I’m just happy you agreed to marry me. I figure that kids will come when the time is right. I just wanted to say something to calm Ida down. She always hates it when she feels like she’s the last to know about something.

  “Anyway, I would have thought that you’d be more worried about the fact that we’ve got to have dinner with my family tonight.”

  I gulped. “I was trying not to think about that. Thanks for reminding me.”

  “It’ll be fine. Tell you what. Why don’t you take the afternoon off and go and buy yourself something new to wear? I’m sure the perfect engagement dress is out there. You can charge it back to the company.”

  “Don’t you want me around for when your dad sends out the announcement?”

  Devon shook his head. “Not unless you want to be. Besides, knowing him, he’ll probably wait to send it out until he’s been able to arrange a press conference. Kill two birds with one stone, you know—let the media know what’s happening before one of the staff lets them know.”

  “That makes sense.” I swung around in my chair so that I was facing him. “Of course, there’s still the fact that we were so rudely interrupted. You know how moody I can be when I haven’t had a good, hard fucking.”

  Devon started to unbutton his pants. “Well, I’d hate to disappoint…”

  Four

  Devon passed me my panties, and I pulled them on as he got dressed again.

  “Are you sure you’re okay about my taking the afternoon off?” I still wasn’t sure that I should be leaving the firm when news of our engagement was about to break.

  “Absolutely. In fact, make sure you buy a dress for the press conference Dad will be arranging so that you look amazing in all the papers.”

  “If you say so.”

  He kissed me quickly. “I do. Now I’m going to go to the company showers. I would ask you to join me, but we ought to maintain some semblance of appropriate behavior in the office.”

/>   I laughed. “Poor old Kate. It would probably be the final straw for her if she knew about how many rooms in this building we’ve made love in.”

  Devon walked me over to the elevator and pressed buttons to go up, so he could head to the corporate gym, and down, so I could get in some retail therapy before my world went nuts.

  As the doors opened for a downward elevator, they revealed Rick, my ex-husband.

  “Devon! Just the man I wanted to see.”

  “Give me a minute, Rick, okay?”

  “Sure.”

  Rick moved to the side so that Devon could say goodbye to me, but I was conscious of his gaze on my body, and it sent shivers down my spine. If it were up to me, I’d make sure that Rick was transferred to one of our overseas offices, maybe in Outer Mongolia—and if we didn’t have an office there, then I’d put him in charge of setting one up. Anything to get him as far away from me as possible. I’d had enough of that man to last me a lifetime.

  I walked into the elevator, and Devon put out his arm to stop the doors closing. “I’ll meet you back at the apartment at six, all right? That should give us enough time to get ready to face Grandma Caesar.”

  “Six. Got it.” I did my best to hide my dread at the thought of spending an evening in the company of that woman, but Devon always could see straight through me.

  “It’ll be fine. She loves you, really.”

  “Yeah, right. Like a piranha loves meat.”

  The elevator doors dinged in protest at being kept open. “I better go.” Devon leaned forward and kissed me quickly. “I’ll see you at home later.”

  “See you.”

  Devon moved his arm and the doors slid closed. In the background, I could see Rick looking at me strangely, but I didn’t waste any energy thinking about what it might mean—I was too busy worrying about how I was going to impress Ida tonight.

  Outside the offices, I grabbed a cab and headed over to my favorite store. Browsing through the rails, I found myself uninspired. What did you wear to try and make a good impression on a future grandmother-in-law and notoriously mean old lady?

  I picked up and discarded dress after dress. Usually I loved wearing clothes that flattered my cleavage, but I had a feeling that Ida Caesar would frown on that kind of look. She’d made it perfectly clear on the couple of occasions I met her that she thought I was just after Devon’s money, and if I wore anything that even vaguely looked like I was seducing him to get rich, I knew that I’d be opening myself up to an evening of constant sniping and bitchy comments.

  For someone who prided herself on her family’s good name, Ida could be surprisingly nasty.

  I gave up trying to find anything in that store and went out to the sidewalk. I stood there, undecided about where to go next. Usually I loved clothes shopping, but I was too stressed to enjoy myself.

  I wandered around the streets aimlessly, hoping for inspiration.

  And then, suddenly, I got it. A new designer had opened up a store just up the road from where I’d been looking. In the window was the perfect dress. Cut from an adorable print, it was long and flowing, so Grandma Caesar wouldn’t be offended by the sight of my legs. It was a halter neck, so didn’t reveal too much cleavage. Yet the way the designer had cut it, the dress hugged every curve of the mannequin, making it look sensual and flattering the shape. If it looked half as good on me, it would be ideal.

  I walked into the store to be greeted by a smiling sales assistant. “Can I try on the dress in the window?”

  “Of course, ma’am. What size do you require?”

  As she went off to fetch the dress in my size, I browsed the racks, looking for something to wear for the press conference announcing our engagement. There were so many gorgeous dresses I was spoilt for choice.

  “Might I recommend this one?” The assistant was back, carrying the dress I’d asked for. She pulled out a blue dress and held it up against me. Moving over to the mirror, I could see that it was just the right shade to bring out the color in my eyes, and I fell in love with it before I even tried it on.

  “It’s gorgeous!”

  “Thanks. I try my best.” The assistant smiled, and I realized I was speaking to the designer herself.

  I stood in front of the mirror wearing the halter neck dress, and it looked even better on than I thought it would. The designer looked at me critically. “It could do with taking in a little here and here.” She tugged at the material, and I could see the difference it would make. “If you want to leave it with me, I’m more than happy to alter it for you at no extra charge.”

  “That would be great, but I need it for a dinner tonight. It looks gorgeous as it is.”

  The designer laughed. “I’m glad you think so. I’m such a perfectionist, though. I like all my clients to look their very best in my designs.”

  A sudden thought hit me. “Do you do wedding dresses?”

  “I have done. Why—is this an engagement party dress?”

  “In a way.” I told her about the coming dinner with Devon’s grandmother and the press conference the blue dress would be for. I was careful not to mention Devon’s name—I didn’t want news to get out before the official announcement. Grayson was annoyed enough with me without giving him a reason to get more upset.

  “Here. Take my card.” The designer handed me her business card and I read her name—Elizabeth Collings. “Give me a call and we’ll book a consultation. I’ll give you a wedding dress that will have everyone talking about you for years to come.”

  “Thanks.”

  I practically skipped out of her shop, hardly able to believe that I’d managed to find someone to make my wedding dress already. Devon was right. A bit of retail therapy had been just what I needed.

  Five

  I hadn’t been to Grayson Caesar’s house often enough to get over how big it was. Maybe I never would. As our cab drove up toward the entrance, I reflected on how my old apartment would have fitted into the lounge with room to spare. Yes, it really was that big.

  If there was ever a stark reminder that Devon and I came from very different worlds, this was it. My dad worked for an insurance company and Mom was a nurse. They’d both been so proud when I graduated from law school, seeing it as my chance to get out of the small town we lived in and make something of myself. Although we hadn’t exactly been poor growing up, we weren’t what you’d call rich either. We usually went camping in the summer, Dad claiming that he did it because he wanted to get close to nature rather than telling the truth—it was all he could afford at the time.

  One year we went to Disney World, and that vacation was the best I’d ever had. My parents had saved up for ages to take us, and I was lost in a world of cartoon characters and fairy tales, but then Dad lost his job and things were tight until he finally got rehired. That was the end of my dreams of traveling the world, until I met Devon. I thought back to the contrast of life for me back then, when we barely had enough money to scrape by and pay the bills. Maybe that was where I had gotten my drive and ambition, so I would never have to go back to the desolation of not having enough.

  Things couldn’t be more opposite for Devon. He thought nothing of going to Europe for Christmas or the Caribbean for the summer. Where I’d had a little box room to call my own, he had an entire suite, complete with walk-in wardrobe and his own bathroom decorated to his specifications.

  Much as I’d earned all my promotions and was proud of how far my career had taken me, there was nothing like coming to the Caesar family home to be reminded that no matter how hard I worked, my family would never enjoy the privileges the Caesars took for granted.

  Ida Caesar lived in the south wing of the building, where she’d moved after her husband had died, many years ago. Sometimes I amused myself by trying to imagine her taking Grayson to kindergarten or kissing his knee better after he’d fallen over, but it was impossible. I couldn’t picture Grayson as a child, and something told me that she had paid someone else to do all the things a loving mom should
.

  “You look amazing.” I was jolted out of my thoughts by Devon paying me a compliment. “That dress really suits you.”

  “Thanks. I’m going to meet the designer to discuss my wedding dress. She was the one who sold it to me, and we really had a connection.”

  “Good call. She’s going to make you look even more beautiful than you already are.”

  I laughed. Devon was going a long way to make me feel less nervous. Even so, as the cab pulled up outside the imposing door to the Caesar mansion and one of the staff came out to open the cab door, I couldn’t help but feel nauseated. Why hadn’t I pretended I had a migraine or something? Anything to avoid facing Ida.

  Devon took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly as he led me up the steps to where his dad was waiting to greet us. I idly wondered whether Grayson would be happy to have me call him Dad once he was my father-in-law, but I dismissed the thought as ridiculous. He wasn’t exactly the touchy-feely type, and if Devon and I were ever to have children, he’d probably run a mile if you asked him to hold the baby.

  “Devon. Rebecca. Good to see you on time.”

  He held out his hand for Devon to shake and then turned to me. To give him his credit, Grayson did a good job of hiding the distaste I knew he felt for me. I had to hand it to him—the man knew how to host.

  He led us through to the lounge, where Ida Caesar was sitting waiting for us. She was seated with a knit blanket across her lap and dressed in a vibrant red suit that said something about her personality to me. She had a face creased with smile lines, as if she used to laugh a lot. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and inquisitive, colored a soft shade of granite. White hair was neatly coiffed in fluffy curls that framed her rounded face.

  “Can I get you a drink at all?”

  “Sure. I’ll have a whisky.” Grayson motioned to the waiter at the side of the room to fetch Devon his drink.

  “Rebecca? Something to drink?”