Seducing the Photographer (At First Sight) Read Free

glanced through the large window and saw the moon reflected on the river’s dark waters and the distant lights of the bridge.
    “Nice view. Almost like the one from Greg’s place.”
    “Should be. His apartment’s just below.”
    The bedroom wasn’t what she’d expected. The scene wasn’t set for seduction. Plain deep green drapes matched the spread and the carpet. The furniture was dark and masculine.
    “Is there anything I can do for you?” Had she really asked that question? The gleam in his green eyes said she had. “I mean…to make you comfortable.” What imp had grabbed her tongue? She felt her face and neck heat.
    Steve laughed. “Now there are several things but I won’t ask…yet. You need to make a call.”
    Meg released a sigh of relief. She retreated to the living room and dialed Five Cuisines. “This is Meg. Can I speak to Greg or Allie?”
    The words the woman spoke sent Meg’s thoughts crashing. “They left after second sitting was underway. They’re headed out of town for two days.”
    Meg landed on the couch with a thud. Was this a joke or a stroke of fate? Now she had to drive back to the city something she’d hoped to avoid. She’d been on the move since five AM without a break. She was too tired to drive to the city. The temptation to stay here tugged like she’s landed in quicksand.
    “Meg, could you give me a hand?”
    Steve’s shout propelled her from the couch. Steve wheeled from the bathroom. “Can you undo the cast boot?”
    “Sure.” She loosened the Velcro straps and slid the boot free. “Where do you want this?”
    “By the bed. Hopefully I’ll be able to put it on during the night.” He moved from the chair and shifted his body on the bed. “Did you reach Allie?”
    Watching the play of his muscles as he reached the bed held her attention. “What?”
    “Your sister?”
    She shook her head. “Seems she and Greg are taking the weekend off. I wish she had told me this morning. Let me settle you before I leave.”  She paused. “Is there a hotel or motel nearby?”
    "There’s a small motel but at midnight they’ll be full.”
    “What about a B&B?”
    “None."
    Her shoulders slumped. “Guess I’m heading home.” She covered her mouth with a hand to hide a yawn.
    “Stay here.” He grinned. “I won’t be jumping your bones.”
    She caught his scent and turned away. Temptation held her in a vise. “I’d better go.”
    “And have an accident. How do you think I’d feel? The guest room is down the hall.”
    Her reason to escape vanished. She could handle being along with him. Right. Wrong! For better or worse she would stay. A problem rippled through her thoughts. Her rules of life were in danger of shattering.
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Steve watched Meg disappear from sight. With a few false starts and a small gouge in the hall plaster he managed to maneuver the wheelchair to the kitchen. Silently he cursed the healing scrapes and bruises running down the right side of his back from shoulder to his hip. The one on his right upper arm had needed stitches and he wondered if the skin had split again.
    He also ached, not from the injuries, but desire. He wanted Meg. He had since the day he’d met her. He knew she had noticed how his cock had grown hard and pressed against his fly. That reaction occurred every time he encountered. He always fought the urge to take her any time and anywhere.
    He opened the refrigerator and pulled one of the items from the shelf. Allie must have left the eggs and cheese during her recent stay. Using the handle of the silverware drawer he opened a beer and took a swig. He set the bottle on the table and opened the plastic container of pain pills. Just as he was about to swallow two with beer he heard a sound and turned. Meg entered the kitchen. His body, though a field of aches, reacted.
    She moved closer and looked from the beer to the pills. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”
    “Would you care?” He watched the play