Beautifully Irresistible Read online

  Beautifully Irresistible

  Title Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty One

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Chapter Thirty Three

  Chapter Thirty Four

  Chapter Thirty Five

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Chapter Thirty Eight

  Chapter Thirty Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty One

  Chapter Forty Two

  Chapter Forty Three

  Chapter Forty Four

  Chapter Forty Five

  Chapter Forty Six

  Chapter Forty Seven

  Chapter Forty Eight

  Chapter Forty Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty One

  Chapter Fifty Two

  Chapter Fifty Three

  Chapter Fifty Four

  Chapter Fifty Five

  Chapter Fifty Six

  Chapter Fifty Seven

  Chapter Fifty Eight

  Chapter Fifty Nine

  Chapter Sixty

  Chapter Sixty One

  Chapter Sixty Two

  Chapter Sixty Three

  Chapter Sixty Four

  Chapter Sixty Five

  Chapter Sixty Six

  Chapter Sixty Seven

  Chapter Sixty Eight

  Chapter Sixty Nine

  Chapter Seventy

  Chapter Seventy One

  Chapter Seventy Two

  Chapter Seventy Three

  Chapter Seventy Four

  Chapter Seventy Five

  Chapter Seventy Six

  BEAUTIFULLY IRRESISTIBLE

  by

  M.L. Smith

  •

  Published by Sixth Element Publishing

  On behalf of M.L. Smith

  Sixth Element Publishing

  Arthur Robinson House

  13-14 The Green

  Billingham TS23 1EU

  Tel: 01642 360253

  www.6e.net

  © M.L. Smith 2013

  EPUB ISBN 978-1-908299-53-6

  KINDLE ISBN 978-1-908299-54-3

  M.L. Smith asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

  •

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.

  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  To my family and everyone I love with grateful thanks for their support

  Prologue

  Friday 12th September 2007

  “Come on! Give me a break!” I shouted as the amber traffic light I was hurtling towards at speed abruptly changed to red.

  Checking my watch, I realised I was cutting it really fine to get to my shift at Annie’s Bar on time. Throwing caution to the wind, I recklessly pulled into a bus lane. Coming to a screeching stop, I abandoned my car outside the back door of the bar.

  I crashed straight into Martin as I burst through the staff entrance. He caught me in his embrace and held me close to his hard toned body. His tattooed arm wrapped tightly around me. My younger boss eyed me with his usual blatantly sexual leer.

  “Hi, Jen. How’s it going, babe? You look really hot tonight!” he whispered huskily.

  He nuzzled his face in my hair before kissing my forehead.

  “Good thanks, Martin. Will you ever give up?” I sighed.

  “No! One day you will succumb to my many charms and we will sleep together. It will be so spectacular. You will beg me for more, beautiful!”

  “Dream on, Martin! Who am I on with?” I laughed.

  “Me and Lindsay,” he replied staring longingly at my chest.

  Quickly stashing my keys and bag in a locker, I checked my appearance in the mirror. I really hated the red extremely low-cut top that was laughingly called a uniform.

  With my breasts it was bordering on pornographic.

  I took a deep breath and pushed open the door into the bar. Lindsay, a statuesque blonde, was busy at the far end of the bar so I took the opposite end. The early evening customers fresh from work poured in and we were rushed off our feet.

  Bending over to restock the bottled lagers, I could feel my thong sticking out of the top of my skinny black jeans. I quickly yanked my t-shirt down. Suddenly I became aware of a heated gaze at my back.

  “Wow! Nice view! Excuse me, please could I open a tab?”

  The deep sexy Southern American voice washed over my ears like hot melted chocolate combined with dirty sex. I didn’t approve of the comment but a shiver passed down my spine. My heart pounded heavily as heat rose to my cheeks.

  “Sure, yes, I just need a credit card,” I quickly replied.

  I straightened up and turned around to face the customer.

  The voice belonged to the hottest man I had ever seen. He looked late twenties, or early thirties. The sex god was extremely tall with thick blond hair. His frame was lean and not too bulky. The face I stared open-mouthed into was devastatingly handsome with beautiful cheekbones, but his eyes, my god, his eyes, they were simply breath-taking.

  They shone in the subdued light like gorgeous, sparkling, shimmering sapphires.

  Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself for a moment on the bar as I took in his stunning appearance. He was obviously a businessman of some considerable wealth. His impeccable grey suit was designer and he wore a gorgeous watch.

  I noted that his tie was the exact same shade as his eyes.

  His eyes bored into me before they swept from my face to my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lindsay checking him out. She swore as she dropped a glass on the floor. I vaguely registered the loud noise as it penetrated my lust-fuelled brain.

  My mouth went dry as I felt a flush of desire flare up like a lightning bolt. As if he could read my mind, his mouth twitched into a wicked smile that reached his stunning eyes.

  “Right, if I could just take your credit card for authorisation we will be all done,” I said shakily.

  He reached into his suit pocket and took out his card. Our hands briefly brushed together as he passed it to me. It was like an electric shock. The air fizzled with intense chemistry. I had never experienced anything like it. He gave me a dazzling smile revealing perfect white teeth. I swallowed noisily as he raked a hand through his hair. His long elegant fingers scratched his stubble absently as I stared at the world’s sexiest dimple on his chin.

  I really had a thing for tall blonds with blue eyes and a dimple. I really had a thing for this particular one.

  “There you go, Jennifer, or do you prefer Jenny?” he said smoothly as he read my name badge.

  Those stunning eyes came to rest on my breasts. They felt heavy and tight as he leisurely perused them.

  “Either, I don’t really mind,
Mr Cole,” I replied, quickly glancing at the card.

  “It’s Zachary or Zack, I don’t really mind either, Jennifer,” he whispered huskily.

  Zachary Cole. Now that was one seriously hot name!

  I quickly ran his card through the machine and passed it back over to him. That’s when I noticed his wedding ring. I sighed heavily as my heart plummeted.

  “Right, what can I get you?” I asked him, sounding calmer than I felt inside.

  “Eight Jager Bombs, please!”

  “Ooh, it’s a serious drinking session!”

  “I take everything I do very seriously, Jennifer,” he whispered, leaning forward so I could feel his breath on my neck.

  His gorgeous eyes flashed dangerously. He didn’t look away.

  Jesus! I was so screwed!

  I turned around and busied myself with the drinks. I could feel his eyes on every part of my tense body.

  Putting the drinks on a tray, I pushed them over to him. Again our skin made contact. He smirked knowingly as he gently caressed the back of my hand. My cheeks flushed and my pulse raced.

  “Thanks, Jennifer,” he said before turning around and heading back to join his friends.

  Lindsay practically ran over to me from the other end of the busy bar.

  “Oh! My god! How hot is he? He is without a doubt the most beautiful male specimen of perfection to ever grace Annie’s bar!” she said, fanning her face with a tea towel.

  “I know! I have never seen him before. I would definitely have remembered, girlfriend!” I giggled, looking over at him.

  Just at that moment, he turned around and our eyes locked. His gaze was searing, intense, dominant and blatantly sexual.

  “Well, he seems pretty taken with you, Jen! Lucky you!” she whispered before she moved to the other end of the bar to serve someone.

  I reluctantly looked away from him and busied myself. The group he was with were really letting rip and spending some serious money. Each time they needed a round, he was the one that ordered it.

  I could feel his presence at the bar before he spoke. A delicious shiver ran through me and a dull ache throbbed between my legs. I dreamily pictured us together.

  “Another round please, Jennifer,” his deep, feral, sexy as hell voice requested.

  “What would you like this time?” I replied breathlessly, trying my hardest not to fall headlong into those beautiful mesmerising liquid pools of bright blue.

  “Why don’t you surprise me, brown eyes?” he teased, running his tongue around his full lush lips.

  My eyes darted to his mouth as I wondered what it would feel like all over my body. I gasped loudly as my desire threatened to explode any second. A small smile played across his lips.

  “Well, blue eyes, I invented a cocktail called ‘J.B’s Magic’ but I couldn’t possibly tell you the ingredients as I would have to kill you and that would go against my nature as a lover,” I whispered, turning up the flirting to a dangerous new level.

  A slow track came on in the packed bar – At Last by Etta James. His eyes met mine and I saw the raw wanting in them, the lust and desire. They must have mirrored my own. He moved in even closer to me, our faces nearly touching. His beautiful eyes stared longingly at my mouth.

  “We wouldn’t want that now, would we? Line them up, Jenny!”

  “I will bring them over for you, Mr Cole.”

  He turned back around to rejoin his friends as I sagged against the bar for support. Quickly preparing the cocktails, I loaded them onto a tray. I put extra umbrellas and brightly coloured cocktail sticks into one of them. Impulsively, I lit a sparkler, pushing it into the dark coloured liquid. Smoothly exiting the bar area, I headed over to his large group.

  I lay down napkins in front of each of the smartly dressed businessmen and deposited the drinks on top. All eyes were on me. Whilst I moved around, I silently willed my mischievous breasts to behave themselves.

  The group of men surveyed me in a predatory way. They reminded me of a pride of lions and I definitely knew which one of them was the alpha male.

  “This is a special one for you,” I told the delicious Zachary Cole.

  I had left his drink until last. His face flushed in the subdued lighting of the bar. He looked boyishly charming.

  “Thank you Jennifer,” he said, smiling warmly.

  “You are welcome.”

  I felt a hand shoot out and grab my bottom. I turned around quickly to see who it was. A dark-haired slim built man was the culprit. I glared at him, keen not to cause a commotion.

  “Hey! David! Don’t you fucking touch her!” he shouted angrily.

  “Sorry Zack, but she’s really hot! I couldn’t help it!”

  My cheeks flared red and anger bubbled up inside me.

  “David, she’s smoking hot but she’s also a lady who deserves respect. You are such a dick sometimes!”

  The whole table erupted in laughter as I quickly walked back to the bar with my head held high. Lindsay appeared at my side in record time.

  “Jen, what was that about?”

  “I got groped by one of them and Mr Hottie came to my defence!”

  “Ooh, a knight in shining armour!” she giggled.

  “Well, it’s a waste of time. He’s married, obviously!”

  “Wouldn’t stop me!” she said before she disappeared.

  I made a quick trip to the ladies and as I came out, I saw him casually leaning against the wall of the dimly lit corridor. My stomach flipped as butterflies took flight. I walked cautiously towards him.

  We were alone.

  “Are you okay, Jennifer?” he asked as his brow furrowed.

  “I’m good. Thanks for defending my honour.”

  “You are welcome, although I am guessing that you can handle yourself,” he told me as his eyes flickered up and down my body.

  “I can, but it was still sweet of you,” I breathed.

  He pushed me gently up against the wall, caging my body in. Our bodies were touching. The air felt heavy around us. I really wanted him to kiss me like I had never been kissed before. His warm lush lips brushed along my jawline. My pulse raced with anticipation. I stared up at him and swallowed noisily.

  “How tall are you, Mr Cole?”

  “Six foot four inches, Jennifer,” he slowly replied, rubbing his hard toned body against mine.

  “Wow! That is really, really tall,” I whispered breathlessly.

  My aroused body was willing itself towards his like a traitor. I could feel his very impressive erection against my hip.

  “I really want to kiss you, Jennifer, and I want to take you out. Then afterwards, you know exactly what it will be like between us. Intense, wild, hot, amazing, unforgettable sex!” he whispered as he gently kissed my neck.

  “I would love to, but something puts me off you, Mr Cole,” I told him, meeting his lustful gaze.

  “Oh, what puts you off, Jennifer?” he asked, arching a perfect blond eyebrow.

  He leaned even closer into me and cupped my cheek rubbing a thumb across my lips. I greedily breathed in his heavenly masculine scent. It made me feel giddy and even more turned on. My lips touched the shell of his ear. I pressed a hand to his warm chest.

  “It’s your wedding ring.”

  Chapter One

  Thursday 19th April 2012

  My heart was pounding erratically as I drove along the long, wide gravelled drive of Zachary Cole’s country estate.

  Would he remember me? I certainly remembered him.

  He was pretty unforgettable.

  Pulling up outside the front of his imposing home, I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and walked on shaky legs to the front door.

  To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I was a bundle of wired energy not helped by the triple espresso I had consumed en route.

  I rubbed my hands down my face then stabbed the doorbell. After a few moments, he opened the heavy door, filling the space with his large frame. I gasped and stepped back, losing my footi
ng. A strong arm reached forward and quickly yanked me upright. Gaining my balance, I then tripped over a lovely black Labrador. The dog let out a loud yelp.

  Oh my god!

  “You okay, Miss? Can I help you?” he said smoothly, pulling me to my feet.

  For a moment, I drank in his stunning appearance and let his deep sexy voice seep into my ears. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I closed it again. His eyebrows drew together as he frowned at me.

  “Sorry, Mr Cole. My name is Jennifer Black. The agency sent me. I’m your new housekeeper,” I stuttered, giving him my hand.

  “Oh right! Please come in, Miss Black!”

  He took my hand in his. His skin was so soft and warm.

  Zachary Cole stood aside gesturing for me to come in. My shoulder brushed against his body. I gasped at the jolt of electricity that coursed through my veins, heating my blood. My nipples tightened. His mouth curled into a wry smile as if he knew the state of play of my naughty nipples.

  “What’s your gorgeous dog called?”

  “That’s Gatsby. Please come this way, Miss Black.”

  I followed him into a drawing room, drinking in his irresistible appearance.

  I started at the top. It was a long way up. His mid-length sandy blond silky hair framed his beautiful features. When the soft spring morning light caught it, vibrant flecks of copper appeared. Blond wisps of his hair curled deliciously over the collar of his white shirt. His dark pink lips were full and he had a strong nose. He was blessed with beautiful cheekbones. A sprinkling of reddish blond stubble adorned his chiselled jawline and his chin as I remembered boasted the most adorable dimple.

  His angelic features were quite simply breath-taking in their very masculine beauty.

  Judging by the ripples underneath his shirt, I guessed that he worked out a lot and he probably looked quite magnificent naked.

  Where did that thought come from? Focus, Jennifer, focus!

  Raising an eyebrow, he slowly appraised my figure looking from my face down to my feet. I squirmed under his scorching heated gaze. The heavy air was laden with sexual tension. Raw desire rushed through my body in huge waves, taking my breath away. I really couldn’t gauge the expression on his face.