Beautiful Mess by Lucy V. Morgan Page A

he mumbled. “We need a rule. Strip when I say, or there’ll be spanking.”
    Oh, and in case you were wondering?
    Yep.
    Every. Single. Time.

If you liked BEAUTIFUL MESS,
    then you might like Lucy’s erotic series...
    CHAIRMAN OF THE WHORED
    Coming soon from Lyrical Press
    www.lyricalpress.com

    WARNING: Contains clever lawyers with a penchant for violence, and an alter-ego like Tinkerbell on meth.
    Leila Vaughn is a tax lawyer at a prestigious London law firm. And a whore. She didn’t take the night job just to pay off her debts--an affair with an older man once stirred a pit of darker desires. Now her year as an escort is almost over, she’s ready to lock up her alter-ego, Charlotte, and be normal once again. What’s bad is that her colleague, Matt, just caught her out. What’s worse is that their boss Joseph is with him.
    Matt wants to rescue Leila. And she should want what he does--monogamy and escape from the city--if she’s going to be normal, right? But Joseph is as familiar with the slippery world of escorting as she is, and that makes him hard to resist. In London‘s tightest circles, he’s known as the Chairman of the Whored. Bold, sharp and ruthless, he’s everything Leila is trying not to be--so why can’t she say no to him?
    Three jobs left before she pays off her debt. Two men playing games she can’t handle. One alter-ego, banging against the mirror. In a dark hotel room, the glass is about to break...

    Excerpt

    One o’clock rolled around and I headed out to meet Joseph, who had been out with his real solicitors all morning. He’d booked the same restaurant that we’d dined at on Isobel’s birthday, and it was as gloriously pristine in the sunshine as in candle light.
    I wished I’d worn something more formal than my fennel wrap-over dress.
    Joseph stood up to greet me, planting a kiss achingly close to my mouth. He smelled like lemon and tarragon: fresh and wild.
    “Good morning?” I asked.
    “Boring as fuck. You’d best be entertaining.” That freshly-fucked gleam shone in his eye--was he thinking about it?
    “Erm…I’d planned a fascinating discussion on my holiday allowance and probationary period.”
    “Leila, you could be telling me the winning lottery numbers and my mind would still be elsewhere.” He cocked his head. “In the gutter, most probably.”
    “I like the gutter.” Oops. “That came out wrong.”
    Beneath the table, he trapped my bare leg between his. “Shut up.”
    The waiter arrived with a bottle of Champagne and opened it with a crisp pop .
    “Are we celebrating something?”
    “You, of course.” A smile played on his lips. “Your glittering future career with Bach and Dagier.”
    “I haven’t even had a contract yet.”
    “Considering another offer?” He wasn’t talking about work any more. A teasing edge scored his voice.
    The froth rose in my glass and I ducked to hide behind it.
    He sat back in his chair. Stared at me. “I know about you and Matt,” he said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’m not stupid, Leila. He may as well piss all over you.”
    I cocked an eyebrow. “I was never much for water sports.”
    “Don’t bullshit me.” Joseph tightened his legs around mine. “Are you involved with him?”
    “Not in the way you think,” I muttered.
    “What do I think?”
    “I don’t know, but you were the one who decided to involve him in the first place. Don’t try to make me responsible for the way he’s acting now.”
    “Apologies for being such a big, bad wolf. Not my fault he needs a big pint of man-the-fuck-up.” One hand toyed with his open collar. “Are you sleeping with him?”
    “No.” I was uncomfortable. Beginning to sweat. “Shall I be honest?”
    “I’ll know if you’re lying.”
    I took a moment to compose myself.
    It didn’t work.
    “He and I have talked about it. About what happened, I mean…about liking each other. We agreed that when all this is over--”
    “What do you mean, all this ? Do you mean