In Power Play, a seductive brat tempts a sexy artist to risk his one shot at partnership for a fling with her. But when he takes control, who will come out on top?
Sergio needs to make partner in the ad firm before he turns thirty, and his last chance is getting a huge new account with an underwear magnate. He’s focused all his time and energy on this presentation, until he meets a beautiful woman in the parking garage.
Liz is hugely successful in business, but not so successful in her relationships. She wants a man who finds her attractive for herself, not her money. She encounters an artistic and sexy man who takes control and that triggers a submissive reaction in her.
The attraction heightens, and Liz teases Sergio until he turns dominant. Once he discovers who she is, he plots his payback, controlling her body, her emotions, and her sexual pleasure. After a glorious night of sensational sex, the real control battle begins. Who will end up on top during the day, and during the night?
No way he’d fail this time, Sergio thought as he pulled into the parking garage an hour early. After years of honing his competitive edge, he wouldn’t go soft again. He locked his burgundy Civic, flipped the keys into his pocket and slung his suit coat over a shoulder. With his other accounts sacrificed to his coworkers, nothing could distract him from nailing this presentation and finally making partner, just in time.
Heading to the elevator, he saw a profile in the dim light–the silhouette of her flirty dress, her Grecian nose, and her high cheek bones set against the harsh light behind her. Poetic.
She turned and caught him staring. “Did I forget to put on clothes?”
The amusement in her voice stirred him back into motion. As he neared, he saw long strawberry-blond hair and caught his breath. A gorgeous figure and a red-head too? Damn! “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. I was just captivated by the classic lines of your face… and, uh, dress. It’s just–your silhouette was so lovely against the glare of that bulb.”
She smiled. “You’re an artist.”
He shrugged. “Well, a graphic artist.”
“An artist nonetheless.” Her tone suggested she was accustomed to being correct. “Art is art.”
“I’d like to make art with you.” Damn, he didn’t mean that. Well he meant it, just didn’t mean to say it. Something about her made him to want to strip her nude and pose her in a hundred classic poses. And take her in every one of them.
“Really?” She couldn’t contain her wickedly sexy smile. “Let me guess, you paint nudes?”
Damn, was he that obvious? She watched him in anticipation. Was she flirting with him?
“No, I don’t paint nudes.” A flicker of disappointment in her eyes. “But now that you’ve suggested it, I think it’s a great idea. When are you available?”
An eyebrow raised, then her mouth tightened. “I’m a very busy woman. I’ll have to check my schedule.”
Busy how? A gorgeous woman like that, how many men did she have in her life? Brushing aside that unsettling thought, he forged ahead. He’d never met a woman who intrigued him like this, and he wasn’t gonna let her run away. “We’re all busy. Let me know when you have an opening and I’ll clear my schedule to fit you in.” After he’d said it he noticed the double entendre.
She must have gotten it, because she looked away. “It might be a while till I can find the time.”
So she wanted to play coy. That’s all right, he was determined, he’d persist till she gave in. He approached her, instinctively summoning his most authoritative voice.
“Make the time.”
Her eyes widened for a split second before hardening into slits. “Oh, do you think I do anything that a man tells me to do?”
Her scathing tone was meant to put him in his place. Instead it made him bolder. He stepped closer–too close–and that felt good. “No, of course not.” He moved again. An inch from her breasts. The electrical charge from invading her space zinged through his body. “Just anything I tell you to do.”
Her mouth fell open and her eyes got steamy. It felt as though that electrical charge from his body had surrounded her and drawn her in. She was his.
The elevator doors rumbled open behind her. As she stumbled back, he stepped forward and held them for her. She nodded her thanks, and turned. The soft turquoise fabric draped like silk over her curvy hips as she passed him, and he wanted to slide his hand along those curves. As she tapped the button, he darted a quick glance at her fingers–no ring. This was his lucky day.
She fled to the far corner, almost against the wall. He envisioned himself pressing her against that wall, lifting her skirt and taking her right here in the elevator. His cock was flooded and hard, ready to take control. He shook his head slightly, trying to get blood flow back to his brain. Think. Gotta do something. Appropriate.
Beer or Girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drink with a wild name (especially with Crème de Menthe or Midori)
Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate. Or Vanilla with Chocolate sauce. Or Vanilla with Strawberries. I’m just not a plain vanilla.
Hugs or Kisses? What about licks? And nibbles?
Boxers, briefs or commando? That’s a hard one. May I see all the options again?
Steak or sushi? Sushi (but I always like a taste of his Teriyaki Beef…)
Jeans or stilettos? Stilettos go with everything. Or nothing at all.
Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town? How about dinner on the town, then a hot night in front of the fire?
Tropical beach or mountain cabin? I have a mountain cabin, so a Tropical Beach makes a better fantasy
Elegant fop or rough-edged rogue? Elegant man in public, wild rogue in private
Cop or Fireman? Can’t decide—a fireman sounds hot, but a cop has handcuffs…
Do you check out Abs or Ass? Ass
Rough and ready Cowboy or Corporate big-wig in a sharp suit? A shirtless construction worker with a nice set of tools (Yes, I’m not very good at following the rules!)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chellesie B. Dancer enjoys writing contemporary, historical, and erotic love stories with a sprinkling of comedy. The women in her books dare to ask for their desires, so they truly will be satisfied ever after. Chellesie lives on top of a hill overlooking the smog of sunny Southern California. Other than writing, she entertains at parties as an M.C., a paleontologist’s assistant, and occasionally a dancing gorilla. She’s the mother of three beautiful boys and an assortment of other critters. Luckily her husband cooks!
Her motto: Be careful what you wish for… you just might get it!
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