Indecent Exposure by Faye Avalon Page B

Which you’ll soon discover.”
    She swiveled in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You talk too much. Me? I like more action.”
    “So I’ve noticed.”
    She leaned up and gave him a long, slow and sultry kiss that made his cock throb to high heaven. He broke the kiss and reached for her dress on the floor. He handed it to her, and she slid it over her head, before turning so he could help her with the buttons.
    His fingers felt clumsy, but he couldn’t resist kissing her upper back and neck as he worked. At the sight of the tiny goose pimples on her arms, he thought how easy she was to arouse. Was it him she responded to? Or would she be the same with any other man? Since he didn’t like that idea, he pushed it from his mind and finished buttoning her dress.

Chapter Five
    Reached by private elevator and located on the upper floors of a modern development overlooking Chelsea Harbor, Mitch’s apartment would most definitely fall under the label ‘swanky’.
    He led her into a huge hallway furnished with mahogany wood furniture and antiques. Her father loved antiques, but she pushed away the memories associated with the good times as the bad times were more in keeping with the reality of her teenage years.
    Mitch’s sitting room had a breathtaking view of the Harbor, which was currently a plethora of twinkling lights. Her own flat couldn’t boast such opulence or a spectacular view, being the top floor of an old Victoria terraced house which overlooked a disused brewery.
    But she had more important things to worry about than their difference in living arrangements, primarily how she was going to work this thing with Mitch. Costas had given her two days to get incriminating evidence, beyond which if she hadn’t delivered, he was determined to carry out his threat. She’d been with Costas long enough to know he wouldn’t hesitate to go through with it.
    Her thoughts were cut off when Mitch stepped behind her.
    “With a view like that,” she said turning away from the window to look at him, “there must be plenty of money in investment banking.”
    “It pays the bills. What would you like to drink?” When she glanced over to the hallway, Mitch laughed. “All in good time. I like to offer my guests a drink before I jump them.”
    “You don’t have to play nice with me. Seeing that jumping is the reason I’m here.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Wine or coffee?”
    “Wine. Thanks.”
    She turned back to the view as Mitch went over to a bar in the corner and got their drinks.
    Slipping her hand into her bag, she touched her phone. It was charged up and on standby in camera mode, so if everything went well, she might be able to put this whole thing to bed tonight. Then she could give the photo to Costas and have him off her back for good.
    Once more, she wondered if he really would keep his side of the bargain and give her the pen drive that held the video. She’d never had any real reason to doubt it, but then she’d only really had a sexual relationship with him, so didn’t exactly have much of a yardstick on his moral proclivities. Except that he was willing to blackmail her, of course, which didn’t exactly place him high up on the morality scale.
    She squeezed her eyes shut as the enormity of her predicament surged through her again. When Costas first threatened her, she had considered all her options, and going to the police was one of them. But she’d soon dismissed that avenue of help having realized how easily it could backfire. While she might be spared the video hitting the airwaves, details of it would no doubt make the media, and the scandal of its existence would undoubtedly impact her mother in a negative way. Gina couldn’t chance that. Plus, there was no guarantee the police would be able to help anyway.
    In theory, getting a photo of Mitch should be easy enough. Men were pretty basic creatures when it came to getting naked. But Mitch wasn’t like Costas, or any of the other