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💋😍🔥I’m here to seduce Mark.
My heart is hammering in my chest as his hand curls into a fist at his side.
“I’m sure that’s on purpose.” Wait. What?
“Please,” I sputter. “Tell me what you meant.”
“You’re the hottest little thing in creation.
Any man would f king kill to have even the slightest chance with you.”
He looks down at me, his gaze licking over me like a flame.
He looks hungry. Famished.
Oh. This look of his…this wasn’t part of the plan…

Chapter 1
R I L E Y
GIRL, YOU’LL BE A WOMAN SOON!
That song came out decades before I was born. I didn’t realize its true meaning the first thousand times I heard it. But then, a few days ago, my best friend, Katie, told me what it meant.
When I told her about my plan.
See, I used to date this guy named James.
My belly does a deep, rolling flip when I turn onto the street where his dad lives. Vast, perfectly-manicured lawns stretch away from the sidewalk, gating houses from the outside world. Three years ago, James gave me the code to access the world behind the black iron gates but the passcode is different now. I ring the bell outside and identify myself, and whoever’s monitoring the swiveling security camera lets me in.
I thought my fingers would tremble. They aren’t trembling. I’m cool as a cucumber as I roll along the curling road approaching the modern, sleek home beyond a moonlight-drenched lawn with its minimalist fountain in the center. There are several other cars here. His dad is having a party, which I knew already. Word of these parties always just kind of got around.
Rumor has it that James’s dad filed seventeen patents by the time he was twenty-five.
There was even a rumor that he was asked to be a guest shark on Shark Tank. I would have loved to watch him, but I know I’d be a little jealous if the entire world got to see him. Is it wrong that I always thought that he was, in some small way, mine? I know that I have absolutely no claim to him, but I always thought that we had a unique connection.
See, James was a jerk. He posts photos of himself on boats with scores of women wearing the sexiest little outfits I’ve ever seen. I
think he thinks it makes him look like a badass to spend money the way he does, but I think it makes him look insecure.
I don’t know why I dated him. I think I was attracted to the idea of him. I was attracted to the idea that I could be someone else. Maybe, if people could see me in a different light, I’d be able to escape my family’s bad reputation. It’s my fault for putting myself in a situation where the guy I dated never really wanted me.
I cut the ignition and peer at the house through the window, my fingers curling around the steering wheel and my chin cradled against them.
This is it.
I’m here to seduce Mark. My ex’s dad.
He probably won’t even remember me. Riley…who? That’s fine, though. I’ve changed a lot in the past three years, in ways both superficial and deep. I’m more confident now, a byproduct of going away to college and being among people who don’t know who I am or who my family is. See, my mom had an affair with two fathers of my classmates before running away to Arizona. This made my dad and me social pariahs. We were guilty by association.

Chapter 2
Mark never knew James was out there until an ex of his showed up out of the blue with a teenage son. James was raised by an army of nannies and I don’t think he had many good role models, if any at all.
Why am I doing this? Well, I think it’s a way for me to finally say goodbye to this town and to move on from it and all the people in it. That, and I can’t seem to get Mark off my mind. It’s been three years and he’s the only man I ever think about. What better way for me to get him out of my system than to do this? I have a tendency to have great enthusiasm at the beginning of things and then to lose interest soon after.
I have all the knitting needles and unfinished blankets to prove it.
In my head I always go back to that one night when I caught James with another girl at a party. I don’t know why I was even at the party, but of course I left as soon as I caught them together. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew that it was the last straw. He couldn’t keep me around anymore to be his personal tutor and security blanket. I was done. My dad was out of town that weekend and I didn’t know who to turn to, so I went over to his house. His dad was home. He opened the door and I could see on his face that he already knew something was wrong.
“My son is an ashole. He’s my blood and I love him, but he doesn’t know how to treat women,” he’d said, and then we spent the rest of the night talking. I was surprised by how personable he was. I was surprised by how down-to-earth he was. And I was surprised by how kind he was. Time seemed to race by in a blur and it was one of the best nights of my life.
I’d always liked him from a distance. Then, when I went off to college in New York, I started thinking about him more and more.
I’m able to slip into the house undetected. The party is in full swing, pulsing, bass-heavy music thumping around me. I’ve been here so many times and I know my way around. I take a quick left toward the stairs and make my way up, careful to not bring too much attention to myself. I walk through the wide hallway toward a door at the end, flanked on one side with a window letting cool blue moonlight beam through, the other side looking down onto ground floor of the home.
This is his office. This is where I’ll wait for him.
James once brought me in here for some reason. I think it was to impress me, but I was not impressed by him entering his dad’s private space when he’d been told not to. He said if his dad wanted to keep people out, he should have locked it. I didn’t think this was cute of James. I thought he was disobeying his dad just for the sake of being rebellious. That’s not sexy to me.
But right now…I’m okay with a little bit of rebellion.
M A R K
IS THAT…NO. THAT ABSOLUTELY CANNOT BE MY SON’S EX-GIRLFRIEND.
I catch a glimpse of her as she comes into my house and watch her as she shuffles toward the stairs. She looks nervous, like she’s come here to steal something.
I put my drink down on the coffee table where I’m chatting with a few friends and walk toward the stairs as she starts toward the second floor. Her eyes are darting around nervously, her hand is on the banister of the grand marble staircase, and she looks like she’s shaking. She doesn’t see me walk over, and I know shouting to her would do no good because the music is too loud.
As I get closer, her identity is confirmed. Yes, this is my son’s ex- girlfriend, Riley. She looks so incredibly different, but those eyes are the same. Wide-set, big, brown eyes with an incredibly adorable, optimistic twinkle to them. Pretty, light brown hair, and a heart-shaped face that anyone would have a problem saying no to.

Chapter 3
I always liked her and thought my son could learn a thing or two from her if he’d take his head out of his ass. It’s her spirit, her tenacity, her resilience, a quiet fierce streak. She was an outsider growing up, but that didn’t stop her from making the most of what life had given her.
I watch as she ascends the stairs. Her dress conforms to her as and her small waist, making my diick hard in an instant. There must be fifty other women here and I haven’t had this reaction to any of them. She’s by far the most beautiful woman in the room, and I feel myself being inexplicably drawn to her. The long brown hair, the trim, petite shoulders. What I would do to her if I got my hands on her. I’d go straight to hel for putting my hands on someone as sweet and innocent as her.
The image of her bare as rubbing against my diick flashes across my mind, making my coock jerk in my pants and a dribble of com leak out. Shet. I’m going to have to get myself under control. I’m puzzled when I get to the top of the stairs and see her slipping into my office. She knows her way around this place, but my office is off-limits. My son knows it, my housekeeper knows it, everyone knows it’s my private sanctuary. I don’t like calling it a man-cave, but that’s what it is. I don’t think there’s ever been a woman in there before. I like that she’s the first one.
I walk toward the door with long strides, eager to see what the hel she’s doing in there.
R I L E Y
WHAT THE HEL AM I DOING IN HERE?
I’ve throw myself like a piece of meat into this man’s own private man cave with every intention of letting him gobble me up. I shrug off my purse and drop it onto the sofa, the deep, dark brown leather soft and buttery under my thihs as I sit down. My fingers twitch nervously as I run them along the edge of the cushions.
Then there’s a knock at the door and then he opens it. I spring to my feet when he walks through the door.
“Riley,” he says, stopping a few feet in front of me. This is a big office, but it suddenly feels a lot smaller. There’s a puzzled expression on his face, and I’m snapped out of my stupor when he puts his hand out to shake mine. Right. I’m an intruder. I’m not supposed to be here. The least I could do is shake the man’s hand.
“Mark,” I say with as much enthusiasm as possible. His fingers are big and the way they wrap around my hand makes me a little nervous. If this thing goes down, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to stand it. I’m already nearly quivering in the heels I borrowed from Katie, and the idea of being with someone of his stature suddenly has me rethinking my decision.
You don’t buy an expensive sports car the minute you get your license. You break yourself in with something smaller and a little easier to handle first. This is like going to be like going from training wheels to a 737.
I might be afraid of how I’m going to handle things, but from the look in Mark’s eyes right now, I am sure he would know exactly how to handle me. His eyes are clear and confident and looking down at me like I’m the only thing in the world. It’s the way James never, ever looked at me.
“What are you doing here?” he asks. “You know this is my man cave.” I’m practically beside myself with nerves and I try to settle myself by focusing on him instead of the butterflies in my belly. He has a short, scruffy beard, one that I don’t remember him ever having before. He’s wearing a slim-fitting, crisp white button-down that’s rolled up to his elbows. His forearms are big and muscular as though they were carved out of rough stone and polished smooth. His tattoos are faded but that only makes them more sexy. There’s something about an older guy who has these traces of rebellion that makes him seem more youthful and more wise at the exact same time.

Chapter 4
And his eyes…his piercing, clear, bright green eyes. I could get lost in them.
But back to the question. What am I doing here?
“It’s been a long time and I wanted to see how you were doing,” I say casually, trying not to let on how nervous I am.
“I’m doing well,” he says with a little chuckle. He turns away from me and I want to smack myself on the forehead for not knowing how to do this. I should have watched a tutorial, something to show me step-by-step when you have absolutely zero experience in the delicate dance of seduction, not that it would have helped. My mind is a complete blank right now. The only thing I can focus on, with Mark walking away from me to approach the little bar cart in the corner, is how good his but looks in his gray slacks.
He looks over his shoulder at me and my eyes snap up to his.
Good going.
“Would you like a drink?” “Sure, thanks,” I say.
“Why don’t you sit and hang out for a while?”
I back up until I feel the sofa on the backs of my legs, then drop to sit. He sits beside me, at a safe distance.
“How have you been, how is college going?” he asks. I take a small sip of my drink and it stings my lips.
“College is good, my classes are all really interesting. I’m happy to be back for the summer, though. It’s been nice to see my old classmates.”
That’s not exactly true. The only friend I have here is Katie, and she goes to the same college as I do.
“You outshone all of those people.” Mark takes a sip of his drink and doesn’t look at me. He clears his throat. “I’m happy you’re doing well. I’m sorry you had to go to the other side of the county to meet people who can keep up with you, but as long as you’re happy, that’s all I care about.”
“Oh, it isn’t so bad here,” I say. I lean down to put my glass on the low,
long coffee table. “I really did have friends. And I had a boyfriend. The most popular guy in the school.”
I roll my eyes and then feel a cold jab of regret hit me between the ribs as Mark looks over at me. I hadn’t meant to sound like I was being sarcastic, even if I was being sarcastic. I mean, yeah, he was the most popular guy school, but he wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the year.
“Sorry,” I say, clasping my hands in my lap. “That was really rude.” “You and I both know that my son can be a real piece of work sometimes.
You’re better off without him. He’s an idiot. You deserve better.” He smiles over at me. “Sorry. Now I’m the one being rude.”
“Not at all.” Our eyes lock for a long moment. I struggle to keep my eyes on his and I can see that he’s doing the same. He finally looks away and stands while he clears his throat.
“I’m sure you have a better man now. Someone who appreciates you.
Someone who knows how special you are.”
“Actually, I don’t,” I say. This is my chance. He opened the door. I’m going to walk through it, even if my knees are weak. I force myself to stand, even though my voice is starting to waver. He turns slightly to throw me a hard look. “I mean, it’s not that I have someone and he doesn’t appreciate me. I mean that I don’t have a boyfriend at all.”
“I’m sure that’s on purpose.” Wait. What?
“How do you mean?”
“Forget it,” he says. “You’re more than welcome to stay for the party. I think there are some nice guys here your age that I’m sure would love a chance to talk to you. They’re in tech, or some shet.”
My heart is hammering in my chest as his hand curls into a fist at his side. “Please,” I sputter. “Tell me what you meant.”
He turns to face me and the expression etched into his features is downright incredible. His eyes are wild and his hair, slightly longer on the top and cropped close on the sides, is tousled and messy. His lips are parted slightly and his chest is rising and falling a little faster now. I feel like he is looking into my soul.
He puts his hands on his hips and his lips pull into a line.
“You’re incredible, Riley. You’re always the smartest person in the room, you’re sweet, you genuinely give a shet about people, and to top it all off, have you looked in a mirror lately? You’re the hottest little thing in creation and any man would f king kill to have even the slightest chance with you. It’s not wrong of you to want to make the most of your college experience, however you choose to do that. I was out of line to suggest otherwise.”
He looks down at me, his gaze licking over me like a flame. He looks hungry. Famished.
Oh.
This look of his…this wasn’t part of the plan…

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