The Seduction of Kinley Foster (What Happens in Vegas) by Lisa Wells Page B

“I’ll help you if you can seduce me into the act. But if you can’t, you have to do things my way.”
    She pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them. “What is your definition of my successfully seducing you?”
    “You have to make me forget who you are. Make me forget you’re off-limits. Get me to sleep with you one time without regretting the decision when it’s over. If you can accomplish that, I’ll teach you how to feel and then write sexual tension.”
    “What do you mean without regretting it?”
    “Make it so good that I don’t care about the consequences. Make it so good, I want to do it again and again and again. Four nights of again.” He ignored the voice in his head saying he wanted her to succeed. Maybe a few nights with her would get her out of his brain once and for all. Allow him to have a meaningful relationship without the memory of her standing in his doorway offering up the most beautiful gift any woman had ever offered him interfering with every first time he had with a woman.
    “The consequences being my brother’s wrath?”
    “More like my peace of mind.”
    “And if I can do that, you’ll teach me what uncontrollable sexual tension feels like? Help me with some of the scenes in my book?”
    Wow. Were they really having this conversation? Was he really considering saying yes? “I’ll mentor you, for the duration of the conference, if you can seduce me. Then you have six months to rewrite your manuscript. Send it to me, if it’s any good, I’ll send it to another agent with a recommendation they represent you.”
    “Why not you?”
    “Because I don’t have sex with my clients. It’s not ethical.”
    A look of admiration flickered in her gaze. “Look at you caring about ethics.”
    His chest tightened. He’d missed that look. She used to look at him like that all of the time. “If you can’t seduce me, though, you have to promise to try your hand at writing sweet romances. I truly think you might be better suited to those.”
    She jumped up, walked to him, and held out her hand. “Deal.”
    He shook it.
    She turned and went back to the couch. Her ass was freaking cute in her pajamas. “ You do have a repertoire beyond vanilla sex —don’t you?” she asked, settling onto the couch arm.
    “You suffering from Fifty Shades curiosity? ” His voice was gruff, even for him. She didn’t need to know he’d done a ton of his own research into the BDSM lifestyle when he decided to take on his first erotic romance author. Or that while he’d been doing the research, he kept imagining Kinley in different situations with him as the master. He blamed that on stalking her Facebook page and seeing her in one swimsuit too many. He’d never quite been able to get her out of his brain.
    She blushed. “It’s for research. Not personal taste.”
    He shook his head. She wasn’t going to win. He wouldn’t let her win. “Kinley Foster, you’re going to fail. And when you do, you’re not allowed to accuse me of scorning you for a third time.”
    Her expression took on a swagger. “Ian Thompson, I’m going to be the best sex you ever had.”
    “Or not. Look at you.”
    “What’s wrong with how I look?”
    “You’re wearing long-sleeve pajamas. Pajamas that cover every inch of your body. You’re not a seductress.”
    “Maybe not if I’m just sitting here. But what if I were to stretch.” She stood and raised her hands over her head again and bent from side to side. Then she lowered one hand to the hem of her top and slowly inched it up, showing the creamy expanse of her flat stomach. After what felt like an eternity to him, she slowly lowered her other arm and looked him in the eyes. “Still think I’m not a seductress?”
    He ran his finger under his collar. “Kid’s stuff.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You don’t stand a chance against what I have in store for you.”
    He inclined his head. “I like your confidence, but remember the deal. You have to get me to