Broken Submission: Surrendering Softly (Contemporary Submissive Romance) Read Free Page A

surprise,” he added with smooth admiration
as his eyes lifted back up to meet hers. Lily was sure she was the
only one to catch the innuendo.
    “Th..thank you,
Mr. Craig. And it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Price,” Lily finally
managed, feeling a tremble from Maxwell’s touch. His hand had
enveloped hers completely in warmth and strength. She swallowed
convulsively.
    “Maxwell,
please,” he said while finally releasing her tingling hand. “And
I’m sure Vincent wouldn’t require you to stand on ceremony either,
Liliana.”
    Maxwell held
her gaze for a few seconds and Lily had to gulp in another
difficult breath. Shit. She had so not seen this happening, ever.
Just how much trouble was she in now and should she play along with
his game of strangers?
    “Of course
not,” Vincent said with a grin, as both women were guided to their
seats; Pamela next to Vincent while Lily took her place beside
Maxwell.
    At once she
felt that same magnetic power emanating from the man; his expensive
cologne, his masculine presence. He looked like a sex god in the
impeccable, fashionable suit he wore. The dressy shirt beneath was
unbuttoned at the throat and a monstrously expensive watch glinted
at his wrist. Lily had never got this close to him before and the
mere proximity to this man of her fantasies was making her head
spin.
    She could hear
Vincent offering to order them whatever they’d like to drink. Lily
managed to pick something suitable while very much aware of Maxwell
Craig’s gaze upon the slightly heaving thrust of her breasts. She
knew he could sense her quickened, almost frightened breath.
    Which was
silly, wasn’t it? Yes seeing him had shocked her to the marrow. He
was her boss’s best friend and he was here, seeing her like he
never saw her before. But she wasn’t afraid of him. And she wasn’t
doing anything wrong.
    So why did she
feel the heavy weight of guilt bearing down in her belly.
    “Now what have
we here,” murmured Maxwell right into her ear. Lily had to use
superhuman effort to keep from jumping out of her skin at the husky
sound of his voice. “Quite a transformation, Liliana. Or is it
Lily? I must say I wasn’t expecting this. James’ mousy little
paralegal is actually a high-priced independent escort. A very sexy
one at that. How intriguing.”
    “It’s
not...it’s not what you think,” Lily breathed, glancing his way and
catching the mocking glint in his eyes. She’d been wrong; she was
scared of him. Scared to death. He excited her; filled her with
equal amounts of mortification, lust and desperation.
    “Oh I’m sure
it’s exactly what I think,” Maxwell said, leaning into her ear
again. Lily stared straight ahead, unable to breathe. The music
around them grew distant and her eyes glassed over while both
Pamela and Vincent chatted amiably to themselves, unconscious of
the tension between the couple seated at the opposite end of the
VIP table.
    “Now that I
know your dirty little secret…,” murmured Maxwell Craig, “What’s to
be done hmm?
    Her dirty
little…? Confused and alarmed, Lily twisted round in her seat to
stare at him with a gasp but their little head-to-head was
interrupted when the drinks arrived.
    Lily’s head was
in a whirl. Her date with ‘excitement’ was turning into a nightmare
of epic proportions. She found herself grabbing her drink and
gulping the lot down in seconds. Conversation began to swirl around
the table as both men chatted while the ever professional Pamela
chipped in, laughing elegantly at the men’s wit.
    Insanely
conscious of the man seated next to her, Lily felt the shake in her
fingers as she placed down her empty glass. There were bottles of
choice liquor and wine filling the table and soon her glass was
refilled. She couldn’t process, couldn’t reason. She snatched up
her glass again and took another fortifying swallow. She was
fucked.
    She knew that;
but she just wasn’t sure exactly in what manner.
    Fate was
playing a cruel trick on