The Seduction of
Alex Parker
Sandi Lynn
The Seduction of Alex Parker
Copyright © 2015 Sandi Lynn
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used factitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Books by Sandi Lynn
If you haven’t already done so, please check out my books. They are filled with heartwarming love stories, some with millionaires, and some with just regular everyday people who find love when they least expect it.
Millionaires:
The Forever Series (Forever Black, Forever You, Forever Us, Being Julia, Collin, A Forever Family)
Love, Lust & A Millionaire (Wyatt Brothers, Book 1)
Love, Lust & Liam (Wyatt Brothers, Book 2)
His Proposed Deal
Lie Next To Me (A Millionaire’s Love, Book 1)
When I Lie with You ( A Millionaire’s Love, Book 2)
A Love Called Simon
Then You Happened
Second Chance Love:
Remembering You
She Writes Love
Love In Between (Love Series, Book 1)
The Upside of Love (Love Series, Book 2)
Table of Contents
Books by Sandi Lynn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
About the Author
Chapter 1
Emerson
Never stay in one place too long. That was my motto. There was so much of the world to see on what little time we had left, and that was exactly what I planned to do. Until my money started to run out. Sitting in my box of an apartment in Texas, I picked up my phone and called my brother, Adam.
“Hello, Emerson.”
“Hey, big brother. Listen, I need some more cash.”
“Em, you’re done. Your money is pretty much depleted. You told me you were going to settle in one place and get a job.”
“I had a job. I quit. It’s time to move on. I’m over Texas, Adam, and I need to leave.”
I heard him sigh. “Emerson, you’re twenty-six years old. It’s time to stop what you’re doing and settle down somewhere. Make a place your permanent home. I thought we talked about this already.”
“Adam, I need some money to leave Texas. I can’t stay here anymore.”
“What happened to that cowboy you were seeing? I thought things were serious between the two of you.”
“Nah. He was nice and all, but he was getting too serious. He started talking about marriage and kids. Do you see now why I need to leave?”
“You can’t keep going on like this, Em. The answer is no. You’re not getting any more money because there isn’t any. I warned you about this a year ago. Damn it. It’s time you grew up.”
“I am grown up. Just because I don’t like to be stuck in the same place and live a boring, ordinary life like most people do, doesn’t mean I’m a child.”
“It’s always the same argument with you.”
“Fine, Adam. Leave me homeless.” Click.
I threw my phone down on the couch and paced around the room. I was going crazy here in Texas and I needed to leave ASAP. I had other places to go. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. No matter how many times I tried to explain it, he didn’t want to hear it. Just because he was happy being cooped up in an office working a nine to five job didn’t mean shit.
The next morning, as I was drinking my coffee and dodging calls from Billy, my phone rang. It was Adam.
“What?” I answered in a huff.
“Watch that tone of yours, little sister. Listen, I’ve been thinking that you need to come back to California for a while. We need to sit down and have a talk.”
“You mean you need to sit down and lecture me? And I don’t want to go back there.”
He sighed. “My job is relocating me to Tennessee for the next three months to try and save a company that’s going under. I’ve bought a plane ticket for you and you’re going to stay with a friend of mine. His name is Alex Parker.”
“Why can’t I stay at your place? If I decided to come back.”
“Because it’s being renovated while I’m gone and it will be unlivable.”
“So you want me to stay with a guy friend of yours? What brother does that to his sister? Tells her to move in with a total stranger?”
“Trust me. You have nothing to worry about with Alex. Besides, he owes me a favor and I called it in last night. Three months, Em, and then I’ll be back and we’re going to talk. But, within those three months, you are to figure out your damn life and decide where you’re going to plant yourself in this world and stay. Alex’s house is huge and he’s never home, so you’ll barely see him.”
“I don’t know about this, Adam. I don’t want to come back and you know that.”
“Do you want to get out of Texas or not? This is your only option,” he spoke with seriousness.
“Fine.” I sighed. “I’ll come to California. When is my flight?”
“Tomorrow morning at eight a.m. So get packing.”
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“No. I’ll be gone before your flight gets in. I’ll text you Alex’s address. Just take a cab there and get yourself settled. I’ll be back in three months.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Since you have my life all figured out for me, I guess I have no choice.”
“Have a safe flight and I’ll talk to you soon.” Click.
I loved my brother. He was all I had left in this world, but sometimes, he could be a real asshole and he was being an asshole now by making me come back to California.
****
Alex
I met Adam for dinner and a drink before he left for Tennessee. I couldn’t believe I agreed to let his little sister stay at my place while he was gone.
“Thanks again for le
tting Emerson stay with you, man.”
“No problem. What are friends for? Right?” I gave an unsure smile.
“I think I should warn you about her. She’s kind of a free spirit. She can be very mouthy and defiant. But she has a heart of gold and she can cook. I already told her you’re never home, so the two of you probably won’t see each other anyway.”
“True. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she feels at home. Actually, I’ll have Jenna make sure she feels at home. It’s only for three months, right?”
“Yes. As soon as I get back, I will come collect my sister, and I apologize in advance for anything crude or rude she may say to you.”
I chuckled. “I’ll let you know when you get back if I accept your apology.”
****
“Jenna, we will be having a house guest for the next three months. Her name is Emerson and she’s my friend Adam’s little sister. Please make sure one of the guest rooms is fixed up for her, and when she arrives, show her around. Her flight gets in this afternoon. I’ll be at the office and I’m not sure when I’ll be home. Also, please make sure she doesn’t touch anything valuable.”
“Of course, Mr. Parker.” She nodded.
I climbed into the back seat of the Bentley and told my driver, Phillip, about Emerson.
“If you’re not driving me around and Miss James needs to go somewhere, please see to it she gets to her destination safely. If she asks you to take her somewhere absurdly far, consult me first.”
“Not a problem, Alex. I must say that I’m really surprised you’re letting her stay with you. That isn’t like you to have house guests.”
I sighed. “I’m doing a favor for a friend. Trust me. I won’t be doing this again.”
He smiled and drove me to my office. I was feeling unsure about this situation and I forgot to ask Adam how old his sister was and he never mentioned it. But he warned me about her being mouthy and defiant, so I guessed she was around eighteen. Just what I needed: a kid hanging around the house. I’d have to set some rules and she would follow them or else. The weird thing about Adam was that he never spoke of his family. I’d known him for three years and this was the first I heard about a sister. He was a good guy and did me a huge favor a year ago. When he called me and asked me if Emerson could stay with me, I couldn’t exactly turn him down.
Chapter 2
Emerson
As soon as I stepped off the plane and my feet hit the ground in California, my breathing became restricted. I needed to find a bathroom and get myself under control. The memories here were bad and I had left for a reason. Damn Adam for bringing me back. I had the tiniest bit of hope that being away for eight years would have made things easier. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.
Walking to baggage claim, I grabbed my two large suitcases and got into a cab. Showing the driver my phone, I asked him to take me to the address Adam sent me. I was surprised that the address was in Malibu. Who was this Alex Parker? Time to google him and find out. My eyes literally popped out of my head when I searched him. He was the Alex Parker. A well-known, world-famous real estate developer. He owned just about everything. Hotels, mortgage companies, apartment buildings, condos, restaurants, and a couple resorts around the world. Fuck! He was a billionaire and he was only thirty years old. Was that even possible? Damn, he was sexy. Holy shit. How the hell did Adam expect me to stay in the same house with that fine-looking man? But he did say I would have nothing to worry about with Alex, so I bet he was an asshole. An uptight, rich playboy who thought he owned the world type of asshole. As long as he stayed out of my way, I’d stay out of his, and judging by the number of different women he was photographed with, I bet he was a commitment phobe. If he was, at least we had that in common.
Pulling up the long winding driveway, we were stopped by a black wrought-iron gate. The driver pushed the button and the gates opened, allowing him to pull up to the house. He got out and fetched my suitcases from the trunk. I paid him his fare and, when he left, I stood there and stared at the mammoth home, which was situated on a hill. The front door opened and a woman stepped outside. She looked to be in her early thirties, petite, and she wore her black hair in a bun.
“Hello, you must be Miss James. I’m Jenna, Mr. Parker’s housekeeper.” She gave a warm smile.
I held out my hand. “I’m Emerson. It’s nice to meet you.”
She took one of my bags and led me inside. Stopping dead in my tracks in the foyer, I looked around at the beautifully decorated home of Mr. Parker. Jenna led me to a bedroom on the first floor towards the back of the house.
“Umm, Jenna. How big is this house?” I asked.
“It’s seven thousand square feet.”
“Jesus. Who needs a house that big?”
She laughed. “This is your room. You’ll have more privacy here and it’s the biggest guest room in the house. Plus, it has the best view.”
As she opened the door, I gasped. The room was bigger than my apartment back in Texas. Hell, it was bigger than anything I’d ever stayed in. The vaulted ceilings, taupe walls, and white crown molding gave the room a look of pure elegance. A king-sized sleigh bed sat on one wall with a fireplace and a built-in TV sat above it on the opposite wall. There were French doors that opened and led to a patio that was furnished with a couple of chairs and a table. The curtains were made of silk and hung elegantly to the floor. But it was the view that caught my attention and caught it fast. It overlooked the Pacific Ocean.
“Over here is your closet,” Jenna spoke as she opened the double doors.
I lost my breath as I stepped inside the double walk-in closet that housed a beautiful, large, white vanity. Shit, even the closet was bigger than my apartment. It was truly its own living space.
“This is amazing.”
Jenna smiled. “Wait until you see the bathroom.”
Stepping out of the closet, we walked down a small hallway that led to the bathroom. I’m not kidding when I say I think I had an orgasm. It contained a large, sunken jet tub that was big enough for at least four people, a large glass-encased walk-in shower, and a huge counter with double sinks. The entire bathroom was done in a beige marble and decorated to perfection.
“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 fuck? 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.