Free My Husband's Boss (Tempt Me Harder Book 1) by Kellie Mason Page B

walking around and leaning over his chair.
    “Anyway. Fi would be a distraction. Bring her to dinner next week when we meet with Miller – she’ll make the mood less formal, get Miller to ease up a bit. He wants us to start with the big guns but I can’t convince him that you end with those bad boys.”
    Andrew nodded. “Let him know we’re serious, but that he’s worried for nothing.”
    Davis shaped his fingers into a gun and pointed it at Andrew. “Bingo.”
    Slapping the back of the chair, Davis Howell walked around to where my husband was sitting. Andrew stood and the two men shook hands.
    “You know, she’s had her eye on you,” said Andrew.
    “No shit,” said Davis, crossing his arms over his chest. “When did that start?”
    “About the same time I joined up here,” my husband said slyly. “If you don’t believe me, try making a move at dinner. She has a hell of a way of showing a man she’s interested.”
    “And you’re telling me this… why?”
    “Let’s just say that she and I have a more…alternative idea about what a marriage should be,” said Andrew. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out my thong.
    “You take this,” he said, stuffing the black lace into Davis’s hand. “Give them to her at dinner. She’ll know what they mean.”
    Davis closed his hand over the lace, eyeing my husband with a skeptical look that said he was more than just curious.
    My husband smirked, giving his boss a sly grin. “I can guarantee you, she’ll surprise you with what that – and more – without me breathing a word.”
    Davis gave my husband a wink as he swung open the conference door.
    “That’s exactly what I’m counting on, Lakey. All that, and more.”

THREE
    Davis was right. All I needed to hear was that I was tagging along for a dinner at Bâtiment Rouge with Andrew and his boss – the rest I left up to my imagination.
    Sitting at my vanity, I ran a heavy plum lip crayon over my lips. My eyes were already lined with a violet shadow, sharp black wings extending out from my lashes. My long chestnut hair was down, fat bouncy curls just kissing my shoulders.
    I’d dressed in my favorite purple gown – a halter neck with a plunging V-neck, floor length and decked out in sequins. It would be perfect for dinner, and I was sure I’d land the attention of all three men at my table.
    As we arrived at Bâtiment Rouge, I was pleased to see that Davis was dressed the part as well. Both he and Andrew were in immaculately tailored suits – Davis in navy and Andrew in charcoal grey. Crisp white shirts and sleek ties peeked out. As I stepped from the passenger seat, Davis took my hand, gripping it firmly in his own as he helped me from the seat.
    “Mrs. Lakey,” he said, brushing his lips along my knuckles. I felt him press something into my hand and peeked between my fingers to see a hint of black lace – my panties. I felt a shiver fly up my arm, down my torso, and end between my legs.
    “Mr. Howell,” I responded, nodding my head down and clenching my thong in my fingers. “Always a delight to see you – and might I say, you look impeccable tonight.”
    Davis let out a warm laugh, biting his lower lip. “That compliment should have been for you, Fi. You look positively,” he paused for a moment, finding the right word, “positively ravishable .”
    I blushed, gently pulling my hand from his as Andrew joined us. He passed the keys to the valet before turning back to us. I slid my thong into my clutch without a word.
    “Shall we?” he asked. He looped his arm around my waist, pulling me towards the entrance to Rouge.
    Checking our coats, I felt a hand brush my ass as Andrew took our tickets. Davis was right behind me, gently cradling my right cheek as we turned away from the check. I felt my flesh heat up, and my nipples harden as we made our way to the table always reserved by HM&K. Davis ordered a round of cocktails which were set before us just as Miller arrived.
    Dinner, I can only