Free The Seduction Plan by Elizabeth Lennox

don’t know,” he said, pushing her back against the pillows. “You’ve challenged my dedication. I’ll have to figure something out.”
    As he proceeded to do just that, Lana was impressed, not only with his dedication to the mission but also his amazing stamina. All night, he showed her different ways to make love and each time, the intensity of her climax became higher until she lay limp and unmovable in his arms, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. When she woke the following morning to sunlight streaming onto her face, she had to smile even though she knew she was alone in his enormous bed.
    Looking around, she immediately saw the flowers. The gorgeous red roses were sitting on the bedside table and Lana bit her lip, wondering how they’d gotten there. Had Victor put them there? It seemed unlikely. But the alternative, that one of his household staff had entered the room and placed the flowers there, was equally disconcerting. She didn’t like the idea of a stranger seeing her naked. She went with the assumption that Victor had put them on the night stand, all other alternatives were unpalatable and she didn’t really want to think negatively when she was feeling so good.
She pulled the sheet up over her nakedness and slipped the card out of the center of the bouquet, reading the lines. She had to laugh.
    Avid students always make the professors look good. Call me to arrange the next lesson. V.
    Lana hugged the pillow to her body, her eyes closing once again as she relived every amazing feeling from the previous night. She couldn’t even remember how many times he’d woken her to make love to her but she’d never turned him down. Even if the thought had occurred to her, the moment his hands touched her body, she wanted him. It was a seemingly instantaneous reaction to his touch. It was a new experience, having had to work up to any kind of feelings of desire with Drew.
    She pulled herself out of the bed, ignoring the temptation to linger and relax in his enormous bed. She located her clothes from the previous night, only slightly embarrassed that someone might see her leaving in the same outfit she’d arrived in. But who would know? She could guarantee she didn’t know anyone in this building, much less this section of New York City. This was definitely upscale, wealthy New York whereas she lived right in the heart of lower middle class. Her apartment was expensive but tiny with only one bedroom. As she wandered around his bedroom and bathroom, initially stunned at all the marble and chrome fixtures, she couldn’t imagine how much Victor paid for this place. Her entire apartment could fit into this bathroom with room to spare.
    As she showered, she realized that she didn’t really know what Victor did for a living. She’d had sex with a virtual stranger. Well, not really, she chided herself. They’d talked about many things during dinner so he wasn’t a complete stranger. She knew his opinions about many subjects and when it came down to the real core of a person, who cared what that person did for a living? Was it really relevant? She didn’t think so except perhaps in her case. That was really the whole basis for this little experiment, she thought and laughed.
    She caught a cab back to her apartment and changed into a pair of stretch pants and large shirt, then immediately sat down and started writing. She was so absorbed in writing, she didn’t realize what time it was until late in the afternoon when her body rebelled against the lack of food and movement.
    Her fingers ached from typing so quickly and she stood up and stretched, reaching for her phone to dial Victor’s number. She felt good about the progress she’d made on her book today. The morning’s work definitely made up for the lack of productivity from the previous day. She had to chuckle as she remembered her fears of the previous day. She’d been so frantic! And for what? Victor was the ultimate lover, she suspected.
“Lana?”