Free Seducing the Heiress by Martha Kennerson

water and started the jets. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the tiles. Matching lace bra and panties soon followed and within seconds, Farrah was enjoying that sweet spirited wine and resting her head against the tub’s built-in pillow. Between the water and wine, Farrah’s eyes drifted shut. She allowed her body to become limp and pliant, letting the water do the work of putting her in a relaxing state. Her mind drifted back several days to when things between her and Robert had “officially” ended.
    The memory and pain of Robert’s exit jolted Farrah forward, splashing water everywhere. “Get a grip,” she admonished herself. “Time to move forward. He clearly has.”

Chapter 8
    R obert stood in the living room of their suite, wearing a black Armani tux and holding a glass of single malt whisky, admiring the view of Central Park and the East River. He watched the ant-like figures go about their way and brought the glass to his lips when he heard Farrah’s bedroom door open. Robert lowered the glass and turned to greet Farrah, only to be caught off-guard at the sight of her. He’d always thought Farrah was beautiful, but the woman standing in front of him, wearing a dark green body-clutching strapless gown with a side split and diamond earrings dangling from lobes exposed by curly, jet-black hair pulled off her face and hanging down her back, was breathtakingly so.
    â€œWell I’m ready,” Farrah confirmed, sauntering into the room as she placed her lipstick into her purse. “Are you?” she asked, giving him a lengthy once-over.
    Robert slammed back his drink, hoping it would cool down the fire raging in his blood. He went over to the bar and placed the glass on the marble counter. “Yep, let’s go. The car’s downstairs.”
    Farrah grabbed her wrap and headed for the door. They made their way to the bank of elevators and traveled down to the lobby in silence. Soon they were in the limo heading towards the Ambassador Theatre.
    â€œSo about earlier...accusing you of messing with the reservation.”
    His gaze locked on hers.
    â€œI apologize.”
    â€œNo problem,” he replied, sheepishly. “I guess it was kind of my fault.”
    â€œWhat?” Farrah asked, those ruby-red lips pulling into a slight frown.
    â€œOne of the owners here is an old friend. He saw my name come across a VIP list, upgraded me, hence us , as a courtesy.”
    â€œOh, I understand that,” she said, smiling up at him.
    â€œSo you think this mysterious person will show up?” Robert asked, trying to keep his eyes on Farrah’s face and away from the tops of her beautiful breasts, which were peeking out of her dress.
    â€œBenny assured me that they’ll make contact at some point tonight. The only problem is, no one knows exactly what this person looks like,” she explained, biting down on her bottom lip, something that only happened when she was a little bit nervous.
    â€œWell, how do you know they’ll show up, and how are you supposed to recognize them?”
    â€œBenny’s one of my best New York informants and he spread the word that Alexia had a silent partner that’s not so silent anymore. He made sure that the right people knew this partner was upset about Alexia’s missing client book—”
    â€œWhat missing client book?”
    She gave him an ear-to-ear grin. “Exactly...”
    Robert turned in his seat to face Farrah full-on. “What have you done?” he asked in a harsh tone.
    â€œJust took out a little insurance,” she said, tossing her hair off her shoulders and crossing one well-toned leg over the other.
    â€œWhat kind of insurance?” he demanded, his protective instinct kicking into high gear.
    â€œI made Benny think there was an appointment book that went missing and that Alexia’s partner is really pissed about it. I told Benny to spread the word that