The Seduction of Alex Parker(3)

“He didn’t decorate this house, did he?” I asked.

“No. Mr. Parker hired an interior decorator to decorate as he built the home.”

“How long has he lived here?” I asked out of curiosity.

“About five years. Come with me and I’ll show you the rest of the home.”

As we walked through the house, Jenna led me to the kitchen and orgasm number two happened. This kitchen was a chef’s dream. Holy shit. With the double ovens, the double stove, the large granite island that sat in the center, and the biggest stainless steel refrigerator I’d ever seen, I could see many elegant meals being prepared here. The dark cherry wood cabinets and moldings graced the entire kitchen, framing a large bay window with a cushioned window seat that overlooked the ocean.

After the tour, we stepped outside into the back yard. I had to tighten my legs from orgasm number three. The view, the tree-lined area, infinity pool, hot tub, and many furnishings—all were unbelievable.

“If you go down those steps right there,” Jenna pointed to the side, “they will lead you down to the beach.”

“This is beautiful. Truly beautiful.”

“I know. It’s an honor to work here.” She smiled.

I looked up to the second story and noticed the wraparound balcony. “What’s up there?”

“That floor is where Mr. Parker’s bedroom and home office is.”

I arched a brow at her. “His bedroom and office is the entire floor?”

“Yes. That floor is off limits. Nobody is allowed up there unless you have permission from Mr. Parker.”

“And you?”

“I have to clean up there, so I’m pretty much the only one allowed.”

“I see. I have a question. Is Mr. Parker uptight?”

She let out a light laugh. “Yes. Just a bit.”

“Great. Well, at least he’s never home. So I won’t see him much, right?”

“Correct. He does pop in during the day every once in a while. As for night, I really don’t know. I leave every day at five. He is a very social man who spends a lot of his time at charities and events, so he’s really not home much.”

“What a waste to have a house like this and never be able to enjoy it.”

She softly nodded her head. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Mr. Parker said to make yourself comfortable. There’s plenty of food and beverages in the refrigerator if you’re hungry.”

“Thank you, Jenna.”

“You’re welcome, Miss James.”

“No formality. I hate formalities. Call me Emerson.”

“All right, Emerson. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

****

Alex

I arrived home at seven o’clock to meet my houseguest, take a shower and to change for a dinner date I had. When I walked through the door, the most incredible aroma filled the air. I set my briefcase down and walked into the kitchen, where I found a woman wearing extremely short jeans shorts standing over my stove.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat.

She didn’t turn around, so I did it again. “Ahem.”

I sighed as I walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped and turned around.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” she said as she took her earphones out.

What the f*ck? She was no eighteen-year-old. I stared at her ocean blue eyes as she placed her hand over her heart.

“I tried to speak to you, but obviously, you couldn’t hear me.” I pointed to her earphones.

“You must be Alex Parker. I’m Emerson James. Adam’s sister.” She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you. How old are you?”

“Excuse me?” she asked with a narrowing eye.

“It’s just the way Adam talked about you. I thought you were around eighteen. Obviously, by looking at you, you’re not.”

“I’m twenty-six.”

“I see. Okay. Welcome to my home, Miss James, and please make yourself comfortable. I’m assuming Jenna showed you around the property.”

“Yes, she did. She was very nice. And what exactly did Adam say about me?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Not much. I just assumed you were younger. What are you cooking?” I leaned over and looked in the pot that was sitting on the stove.

“Pasta with a homemade palomino sauce.”

“It smells delicious. Adam told me you are quite the cook.”

“Would you like some?” she asked with a smile.

Placing my hand in my pocket, I politely told her no.

“I have a dinner date that I need to get ready for. So if you’ll excuse me.”

“Oh, sure. Have fun.”

I turned away and began walking out of the kitchen. Stopping, I turned around and looked at her one last time before heading upstairs. “Thank you.”

Fuck oh f*ck. Adam’s sister was beautiful, extremely beautiful. Her brown hair with blonde highlights that she wore in a ponytail complemented her tanned skin and ocean blue eyes. From what I could see, her body was perfect. She was fit, lean, and toned in all the right places, and the tank top she was wearing clung tightly to her large, round breasts. I shook my head and successfully stopped my cock from getting hard. I was a man, after all, in the presence of a beautiful young woman, and it couldn’t be helped. As I stood in the shower, I kept thinking about my cock’s reaction to her. Normally, I don’t get hard just by looking at a woman like that. I see beautiful women every day and this had never happened before. What the hell was going on?