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The Perfect Temptation, Part 1
Damien Winner sighed as he walked into the Maxwell garage in town. He was picking up his car that he had left there that morning. "Hey, David?" he called out as he entered the office.
David poked his head from under his desk. "What's up?"
"My car ready?"
"It should be. I had Baker look at it."
"Baker?"
"A friend from the colonies. Does a damn fine job considering who the father is."
Damien quirked a pale brow over one aquamarine eye, that matched his platinum blond hair. "And who's the father?"
"Howard," David replied as he got back up in the chair. He glared at the piece of his computer that he had taken out. "I have to have Randy fix this. I have no idea what the hell happened to it."
"Glaring at it won't help you," Damien suggested. He looked out towards the garage. Loud music was blaring. A few clangs could be heard here and there, as well as a few muffled curses. He looked back at David. "So, what's the bill come to?"
David waved his hand. "Forget about it today. All the records are on disc, but I can't run anything since this," he gritted out, sending the computer another glare, "decided it wanted to take a holiday." He looked back at Damien, his blue violet eyes regaining their usual friendliness. He tossed him the keys from the rack behind the desk. "Here you're keys."
Damien caught them. "Thanks, Maxwell. By the way, how's your wife?"
A lazy grin spread across his face. "She's fine."
Damien rolled his eyes. "Don't elaborate. I'll just pick up my car." He shook his head as he walked out of the office and back out into the front. He spotted his car in front of the middle garage. "Is it all done?" he asked the person leaning over the side. The jeans were hopelessly dirty. The person waved their oil and greased stained hand absently. His nose twitched. "Well?"
"I heard you the first time!"
His eyes snapped up to the face that emerged from under the hood. It wasn't a man, but a woman. "You're a girl!"
"So what of it!" she replied, swiping reflexively at the copper hair decided to fall over her forehead.
"Nothing…You're Baker?"
"In the flesh. I'm Howard's only daughter and child to be exact. Baker is my mother's last name," she replied as she shut the hood of the Mercedes before leaning against it. "And you are?"
"Damien Winner."
A slight smirk crossed her lips. "One of the prolific Winners. There are a lot of you running around the earth and the colonies. And whose son are you?"
"Quatre's."
"That makes you the heir to the Winner Corporation, doesn't it?"
"More or less. But I have a twin sister and a younger brother and sister. I'm not the only one."
"But you're still the son to inherit the bulk of it."
"Yes." Damien scrutinized the woman in front of him. Her silvery gray eyes were flickering with amusement. Her long coppery hair was pulled back into a messy bun. There was an oil mark on an otherwise flawless looking complexion. His eyes glanced down briefly at her body before sending them abruptly back to her face. "Why all these questions? I don't even know your name."
"Angelina. And the questions? Out of curiosity." She tilted her head to one side. "Why? Don't like women to ask questions about you?"
"Yes…I mean…No…I just wanted to know why you had all these questions, that's all," he sputtered.
Another smirk crossed her lips. "Do women always fluster you?"
A flush worked its way across his cheeks. "No."
"Liar. I bet you're the type to be the perfect gentleman. You get all bent out of shape by pretty girls." Angelina shrugged out of the chambray shirt she was wearing to the tank top underneath. "I bet you get all tongue tied with Randy."
"Randy is hell bent on being as audacious and outrageous as she can. No one can control her, not even her father," Damien replied jerking his eyes away from the soft curves presented by the white tank top. Another flush worked its way across his face.
She caught his eyes moving away from her again. "Do you like what you see?"
His aquamarine eyes shot to hers. His mouth twitched. "I'm not going to answer that."
Angelina pushed away from the car and walked over to him. She stared up at him for a moment. "You do, don't you?"
Damien looked down at her. Her silver eyes were glinting with mischief. "Are you always this forward to men you don't know?"
"Are you always so perfect?" she countered, leaning forwards.
He took a step back. "And how old are you?"
"Twenty. The same age as Randy."
"What is it with girls in your age group?"
A puzzled look came over her face. "What does that mean?"
"Randy Maxwell, Veronica Yuy, and Carin Barton are all hoydens that can't resist coming onto guys. You're acting just like they do."
"I like the way I am. Don't you?"
Damien frowned. "This conversation isn't getting anywhere."
"Ang, let the poor man go," David sighed as he came out of the office. He draped an arm over her shoulder. "I think you've shocked him enough for one day."
She pouted. "I was only talking to him."
A dry smile crossed David's lips. "And flirting with him. He's not like Jonathon or Chris, Ang. Bold women are not his forte."
"Thanks," Damien remarked in a droll tone.
"I didn't mean anything by it, Winner. Just that girls like Randy and Ang here are not your type." David ruffled her hair affectionately. "There's another car for you to look at, Ang. Get going."
"Yes, boss," she said reluctantly. She flashed Damien a brilliant smile. "I hope to see more of you, Damien." She winked as well before she sauntered off, swinging her hips.
Damien averted his eyes from her and looked back at David. "Is she always like that?"
"A flirt? Yes. She's been like that since, oh, I would say, fourteen, fifteen. She's tried on Chris, Jonathon, and me, but to us, her father made sure she was off limits. And we stayed away, although, Jonathon would flirt back from time to time. There's even a story he said what she did to catch his interest one time, but I have no idea what it is." David looked back at Damien. "She's a handful. Always has been and probably always will be."
"Her father didn't rein any of this in?"
"Nope. How could he? She's his only child and he indulges her every wish for the most part. Guys have been the only place he's put his foot down." David sighed and raked his hand through his hair. "So, what do you think about Veronica?"
"You mean her being pregnant? I feel bad for her, but she did put herself at risk for it. Vaughn is as smitten with her as he was before." He shook his head. "What do you think about it?"
"I feel bad for Ver too. She did put herself at risk for it, but it's happened and there's not much she can do. But I think your brother will be good for her. He'll be able to understand what she's feeling better than any of us ever will. Besides, Veronica will make out. She always does in the end."
"The things some women do."
David shrugged. "Women are strange. I'm married and half the time, I don't even think I get my own wife." He cast his eyes in the direction of the garage. "I take it you mean Angelina?"
"Angelina. Sounds more like a name you would call an innocent girl. I think she's far from that," Damien snorted.
A grin worked its way across David's face. "She got to you, didn't she?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have that look."
"What look?"
"Like you've been struck by lightening, but your wishing it would strike again for a better look and feel."
Damien's mouth fell open. "She's not my type!"
"But she does interest you. She may not have to be your type to get under your skin," David smirked.
"She's too wild for me, "Damien replied as he climbed into his car. He looked up at David. "Maxwell, I don't need a woman right now anyway. I have too much work to do with my assistant being away. Which means I have to go back to the office now, if I want to go home for dinner. Send me the bill when you get the chance. I'll see you on Sunday." He started the car and drove out of the lot.
David placed his hands behind his head and stared thoughtfully in the direction that Damien had gone. "Assistant's away, huh?" His eyes slid back to the garage. "He's interested. A guy who can't look at Ang directly is always interested. This could be an interesting visit."
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Angelina wiped her face clean with her shirt. She leaned against the car she was looking at. She smiled to herself. "The perfect gentleman. He's definitely going to be a challenge." "And it helps that he's great looking too. I wonder what I could do to turn on some impure thoughts in his mind."
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Damien sat in his office, staring at the monitor. He was still thinking of Angelina. He growled in frustration. "Damn woman, can't get any work done now." He raked both of his hands through his thick platinum hair. "Women like her are trouble with a capital T. All they do is twist you into knots." "She was attractive, I'll give her that." He thought of the flawless skin with the peachy glow to her cheeks, the full pink lips, and thick sable lashes over the most intriguing set of silver eyes. "And that body. Allah couldn't have created a better one with all those lush…" He smacked his forehead. "What are you thinking? Get your mind off of her, Winner! She's wrong for you!" he muttered furiously as he immersed himself in his work once again.
A/N: Well, what do you think? You like? Please tell me! XOXO!!
