Million Dollar Baby (complete)

Tickling the ivories

JPOV

"Okay, here goes," Jenks said and I could hear him settling in his seat and flipping papers while I was anxiously awaiting any bit of information that he could give me to help me put the puzzle that was Isabella Groves together.

Before I could get even one morsel of information, there was a timid knock on the door to my study, and then it opened wide. Isabella positioned herself there rather seductively, her arms stretched above her head as she arched her back against the door frame. Her wet hair was tossed back off her shoulders and her long legs were angled so that one was bent at the knee. She was wearing black wrap-around heels, the cuff with my family's crest, one of my black dress ties and...nothing...else.

"I'm sorry, am I disturbing you?" Her voice was a purr of erotic lust as she seductively fingered the tie that hung loosely in the valley of her fuckawesome tîts. "I can leave...if you want..."

My heart thumped erratically in my chest, and I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. She was a vixen, a porn star...a goddess.

My cocķ strained against the zipper of my suddenly too tight khaki pants, all the blood having raced there within a millisecond. I thought for just a second that maybe my little soldier was trying to burrow a hole so that he could have look-see for himself, but that couldn't actually happen, could it. Hell, I was quickly learning that whenever Isabella was around, anything was possible.

"Hello?" Jenks voice was a vague echo in the background. My focus was trained completely on my million dollar baby, her body the siren that was distracting me from my previous obsession. She was all that mattered. Everything else just faded away into nothingness.

"I was just in the shower, and well...all that hot water was washing over my skin with the most delicious pressure...and it made me think about your body pressed again mine and that magical thing you do with your fingers...and your tongue..." She closed her eyes and reclined her head while caressing her bare throat with one hand and the other slipping between her legs as she sighed. "Fùck, I need you to touch me..."

"Helloooo? Are you still there, Anderson?"

I shook off the haziness as best I could and cleared my throat as I forced myself to look away from her. "Um, yeah...I have someone, er, something to do. Call me first thing in the morning."

I didn't even wait for a response before I hung the phone up. He'd call me because he wanted to get paid. And I figured I'd gone almost three weeks without knowing the information I wanted...surely I could wait ten more hours.

With lightning quick, vampiric speed, I was standing in front of her with both hands fisted on the door frame above her. I didn't dare touch her for fear that I might bruise her, break her. "You can't...fuçking...say shiț like that without..."

Unable to finish my thought because she was standing there, all sinfully naked and smelling...wickedly aroused, I lost all resolve and sank down on one knee, perching one of her delicate feet (and by the way, her little toenails were painted this Call A Fuçking Ambulance Because This Woman Is Killing Me Slowly red with a satin finish) on my shoulder before I leaned in to give her the tongue lashing of her life. Of course it was merely a punishment for interrupting such an important business call. It was going to hurt me far worse than it was going to hurt her.

Yeah, even I call bullshit.

"Uh-uh-uh," she cooed as she pushed ever so slightly on my shoulder with the spiked heel of her shoe to force me to sit back from her. "So, I was just wondering...You don't happen to play piano, do you? Because I just happened to find this sexy little black number downstairs, in what I assume is your music hall, and I was thinking about how incredibly erotic it would be if I were to be say, oh I don't know...on display for you while you played for me...I mean, I am dressed black tie formal and all..."