The Veil, Book 2
by B.J. McCall
Ebook ISBN: 07639-02463
[ Paranormal Romance, MF ]
She’s mysterious. She’s beautiful. She does things ladies don’t do. Ledger’s no fool. He knows she’s up to something, but he doesn’t care. He’s captivated.
Note: This title has no chapter breaks. Please enjoy the first scene.
Ledger Keane slammed on the brakes, avoiding a collision with an expensive silver sedan. Ledger swore at the female driver, then glanced at the sedan’s personalized plate, RCH BCH. The letters were likely the owner’s initials, but Rich Bitch fit. He knew the type. Most of his clients were wealthy, and divorces kept Ledger in business. He switched lanes and pulled even with the sedan. He glanced over, giving the attractive brunette a frosty glare.
Sunglasses obscuring her eyes, the driver turned toward him. She raised her hand, flashing diamonds, and flipped him off with a red-tipped finger.
Annoyance turning into fury, Ledger swore and laid on his horn. The rich bitch had cut him off, nearly causing a collision, and she had the audacity to give him the finger? Smiling, the female driver accelerated. The silver sedan shot into the exit lane and disappeared down the off ramp.
Ledger burned to chase after the bitch, but he was already late for an appointment and engaging in road rage was a good way to get disbarred. By the time Ledger reached the parking lot of his office building, his heart rate had dropped a few notches, but he was still irritated.
He preferred his women soft and sweet, as well as smart. Dumb was a turn off.
He braked and stared at his assigned parking space.
What the hell? The silver sedan was parked in his spot. Gritting his teeth, Ledger glared at the sedan’s personalized plate. Was Rich Bitch blind? His name was clearly painted on the curb.
During the afternoon, Ledger met with several clients. At five he met his wealthiest client, Everett Morris of Everett Resorts, in the bar of his fancy hotel.
“Don’t worry,” Ledger said, leaning against the padded back of the booth. “The prenup is ironclad.”
“Thanks, Ledger. The sooner this wedding is over the better,” Everett said, checking his watch. “Can you believe we’re flying to New York tonight for another round of shopping? I own hotels in every major city on the West Coast and she has to shop in New York. I hate shopping.”
Why Everett was marrying for the third time eluded Ledger. The man was as faithful as a Tomcat.
Everett lifted his hand. Ledger hoped his client wasn’t ordering another round of drinks. He had a full schedule tomorrow.
As if by magic the waiter appeared with two more drinks.
Rather than offend his client, Ledger smiled and accepted the cocktail. The waiter moved away, then seated a woman, wearing a wide-brimmed red hat, a few tables away. Diamond bracelets graced her wrists, but her ring finger was bare. Her long nails were painted blood red. She ordered, then removed the hat.
Ledger’s blood pressure rose. Rich Bitch was like a bad penny. She kept turning up. He glared at her. Their gazes met, but she looked right through him.
The woman might be a rich bitch, but she was a knockout. Beautiful face, attractive figure, she had it all. Her eyes were gray and her lush lips were painted as red as her nails. Her white dress emphasized her tan. She carried a small red purse and wore red high heels.
Determined to ignore her, Ledger concentrated on his client. The plan worked until Rich Bitch crossed her legs, exposing a generous amount of thigh and a glimpse of something ladies never exposed in public.
Thankfully, Everett liked to talk. Ledger’s task was to listen and to reassure, but his attention was drawn repeatedly to the brunette. Every twitch of her high-heeled foot made his pulse leap. Waiting for her to uncross her long legs left him edgy and frustrated.
She fueled his imagination, had him thinking about lifting her dress and having fast, hard sex on the table, up against a wall or in her silver sedan. The images flashing in his head made it difficult to concentrate.
Everett stared at him. “You all right, Keane? You seem distracted.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Sorry, Everett. Dealing with a headache.”
Ledger glanced at the brunette.
She didn’t look at him. She didn’t uncross her legs. She simply sipped white wine and drove him crazy.
The longer she sat there, the more scenarios Ledger conjured.
Everett’s phone rang. He answered, then looked at Ledger. “I need to take this.”
Taking the cue, Ledger rose from the table and headed for the men’s room. He passed by the woman’s table, catching the scent of her perfume. Desire rolled through him, hot and heavy. He glanced back.
She didn’t turn or acknowledge him. Maybe she was meeting a lover. Maybe she didn’t like underwear. Maybe she was deliberately targeting him. If so, why?
Ledger visited the men’s room. Just as he stepped out of the lavatory, the brunette strolled into the narrow corridor.
“Have we met?” Ledger knew they hadn’t, but he wanted to engage the woman before she entered the ladies room.
She paused. “I don’t think so.”
“You were parked in my spot at the City Business Center a few hours ago.”
“I’m really sorry,” she said, lowering her eyes. “I was in a desperate hurry.”
“You cut me off on the freeway. Then you made an indecent gesture.”
A slight smile touched her lips. “That was you?”
She stepped toward him. “I should apologize.”
He inhaled her perfume. “You could buy me a drink.”
A smile curved her lush lips. “A makeup and kiss drink. What about your friend?”
“Business meeting. We’ll be done soon.”