The Pleasure's All Mine by Naleighna Kai Read Free Book Online Page B

of CDs and tapes on Pierce’s desk led to the only framed picture in the office—his parents. He was an only child, by his parents’ choice, and they had poured their hopes, dreams, and wisdom into him. Now he only hoped that they watched him from afar, and that they knew he hadn’t forgotten what they had taught him: diligence, decency, and dignity. He strived for those every day. Diligence—especially in finding that fiery, allusive woman.
    Pierce picked up the silver frame and held his parents’ faces closer. He smiled, remembering his father had called him “Mr. Clean” when he decided to shave off all his hair. His mother had said it was bold, and some people had speculated that he had lost his hair to some unnamed disease, which was far from the truth. He liked the look. Period.
    Fortunately, before their untimely demise, his parents had been able to see some of the results of his hard work. He had put several artists on Billboard’s Top 10, a deed that had required skill, knowledge of the industry, and having a finger on the pulse of every new artist and marketing technique, along with the resources to pull it all off.
    His fingers traced the outline of his mother’s round face and shimmering silver hair. The honey skin and soft brown eyes gave her the elegance of a queen. His brow furrowed, remembering how she had set him up with every eligible woman this side of the English harbor. She had even become so bold as to invite five at a time. Pure disaster in everyone’s book.
    Pierce wanted to settle down, but it hadn’t seemed fair to subject a woman to his ridiculous schedule. The woman would have been a layover, strictly a place to stretch his legs between flights. He wasn’t that kind of man. More importantly, he hadn’t met a woman who could intrigue him and keep his attention, a woman much like Raven. She made a man want to scoop her up and carry her off somewhere just to get her attention away from that damn writing pad.
    When he’d held her, Pierce could feel her heat and need rising from just under the surface. She was a woman who almost unknowingly threw off pheromones and pure wantonness. He hoped she wasn’t the “I-don’t-need-a-man-my-vibrator-works-just-fine” type. Plastic, rubber, or whatever women used these days didn’t take the place of a flesh-and-blood male. Didn’t they understand that? However, at last check, those products were selling so well that in addition to regular techniques, a man might actually have to learn to shake like a tree in the middle of a sub-zero New York winter just to give a woman an orgasm.
    Pierce remembered her smiles, the few she’d bestowed on him, and the revealing curve of flesh that sent his head—both of them—in a wayward direction. With as much flesh as women had offered him as bribes, down payments, or whatever, he should have been beyond feeling excited from the “sight” alone. The woman herself—attitude, confidence, her sultry voice, and that wickedly curvaceous body—the total package, was something he wanted all to himself. Raven was a keeper. His mother would have approved. His father would have applauded.
    Pierce Randall was finally ready for the real thing and nothing would stand in his way. Not even Raven herself.
    A sharp knock on the door interrupted Pierce’s daydreaming. “Yes?”
    Eric Ripley sauntered through the glass doors. His demeanor hinted at easy laughter and the freshness of youth. That infectious smile gave away his age, no matter how much older he seemed. A well-tailored suit showed off his lean frame. His impeccably groomed appearance had created quite a stir when he first arrived at MEG. Grown women had dropped their panties faster than it took for Eric to cover his eyes and ask them to pull them up.
    Pierce’s gaze dropped to the stack of books balanced in Eric’s hands, catching Raven’s pen name on the spine. His pulse quickened.
    Eric spread the books in front of Pierce. “Steve asked me to get these