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The Perfect Temptation, Part 2

"Tell me about him?"

"About who?"

"About Damien Winner."

Randy arched her brows at Angelina on the other side of the Wrangler. "Why do you ask?"

"I want to know," Angelina replied as she tapped idly on the bottle of washer fluid.

Randy shrugged her shoulders and looked back down at the air filter she was fixing. "He's the same age as Jonathon, a few months younger. He's a workaholic and too serious for his own good. He very sweet though and he has a killer smile when he's not being serious." She looked back up at the other girl and smirked. "And he has this cute nervous gesture. He starts to stutter and blush like crazy. Vaughn still does that too."

"He was blushing the other day when I met him." Angelina took the used air filter from the raven-haired girl. "And his brother, Vaughn still does too? Interesting."

"Don't get any ideas about Vaughn. Veronica Yuy will have your head and you know her well enough to know that I'm not kidding." Randy put a clean filter in and secured it. She glanced back up at Angelina. "She's already bitched at me for kissing him when we were kids."

"You said it was only practice, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but Ver is too much Yuy and not enough Peacecraft. She flies off the handle at anything, especially if it concerns me. She didn't take too kindly to Vaughn and I kissing, even if we were only kids."

"So, is that all you can tell me about Damien?"

"He hasn't dated in a while. Not since he graduated from college last year. He doesn't have the time since his dad is starting to relinquish more of his control of the company to Vaughn and him. Oh, and he prefers quiet brunettes."

A smirk crossed Angelina's face. "I'll have to change that."

Randy rolled her eyes. "You're going to be sorely disappointed."

"No, I won't be. I'll just be myself." A gleam settled in her silver eyes.

Randy chuckled. "You're going to scare the hell out of him by being yourself. I scare him by being myself."

"You frighten men on purpose, brat," Jonathon said as he came into the garage. He grinned at Angelina. "You scare men too, red."

"You know I hate that detestable nickname," she said as she propped her hands on her hips, but she was smiling broadly.

"I know you do," he smirked as he came over and hugged her. He set her down on the ground again. "You look all grown up, Angie. Last time I saw you in person, you were eighteen."

"And over a vid phone," Angelina added with a wicked grin.

Randy looked back and forth between the two of them. "I think I'm better off not knowing what either one of you are talking about." She glanced back at her brother. "So, where's your wife?"

"Inside with mom, learning how to cook so she doesn't kill me with it." He laughed and shook his head. "I cook better than she does."

"Better not let Leigh hear that," Randy warned with a smirk of her own.

"You finally married her." Angelina broke out into a genuine smile.

"Yeah, I finally married her. We drive each other crazy, but we wouldn't know what to do without the other if we were apart." He sighed and grinned again, thinking of his wife.

"About damn time too. When you weren't flirting with me, all you could think and talk about was her." She poked him in the chest with one finger.

"It was harmless flirting. You could be a lot more fun than she was sometimes."

"Especially with words."

Randy shook her head. "I don't even want to know, but you better not flirt with her with Leigh around, she'll take that katana of hers to you."

"I know, but she loves me too much to actually kill me," Jonathon replied sending his sister a knowing smile. "So, what are we having for our Sunday dinner?"

"Mom's making roast chicken and grilled beef. But she has to do it inside because dad is still fixing it," Randy answered as she wiped her hands on the back of her cutoffs. "Victoria is also helping since she can cook better than Leigh."

"Has she heard from Chris lately?"

"No, but you know how he is. She's mad at him for being away for almost a month. It's the middle of July and if he misses her birthday, there'll be hell to pay. He figures he won't call until he's sure she won't try to reach through the phone and choke the life out of him."

"Sounds like her," Jonathon mused. He sent Angelina another grin and a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you guys inside."

Angelina smiled at his retreating back. "Too bad my dad made me off limits to any of your brothers."

"Your dad would have never let you date any of them, save David. And my dad made sure all three of them knew you were off limits at all times," Randy said as she shut the hood of her Jeep. A smirk lit her lips again. "So, what are you going to do with Damien?"

"I won't tell you that. That's my little secret," Angelina returned with a smirk of her own.

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Damien walked past the second garage. He could see Randy and that Angelina sitting on the ground, looking at Randy's motorcycle. His eyes traced over the skin exposed by Angelina's dark gray halter top. He sped up his walking, but not before they both stood up. "A red headed version of Randy, just what we need," he muttered under his breath as he noticed they were both the same height and of similar build.

Angelina grinned as she noticed how Damien started walking faster. "Hi, Damien!" she called out.

Damien halted and glanced at her briefly over his shoulder. "Angelina. Randy." He turned away again and raced through the gate as fast as he could walk.

Randy snickered behind her hand. "This could really get interesting."

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Damien couldn't avoid her looks throughout dinner. He had been the object in many women's sights because of his family's money. This girl was not looking at him at all in the same way. She was staring at him with blatant interest and he knew instantly it wasn't his money on her mind. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat next to Jonathon.

Jonathon glanced at him. "What's going on between you and Angie?"

Damien turned to look at Jonathon. "Nothing, I met her on Friday since she was the one who fixed my car."

Jonathon snuck a look over in Angelina's direction. She was looking straight at Damien. He looked back at the blond. "She likes you. A lot." He grinned.

"She's wrong for me."

"Every woman is wrong for you. You need to date a woman who has some spunk in her as well as a good…mind."

"You paused there," Damien noted as he regarded Jonathon warily.

Jonathon shrugged his shoulders and grinned the way only a Maxwell could. "What did you think I meant by it?" he asked lazily.

"A million things that I don't want to know."

"Sure you do."

"I don't."

"You want to know about how she caught my interest one time?"

"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me anyway."

Jonathon got out of his chair. "Let's go somewhere else." He glanced at Leigh, who was talking to Victoria, while holding onto Rhys. "Its something I would rather not have my wife hear."

"Now, I know I don't want to know," Damien sighed as he followed Jonathon inside the house. He shut the study door behind him.

Jonathon sat down on the couch as Damien leaned against the door. "Well, it was two years ago, I had to make a phone call to Howard since I was checking out how business was doing. Angie answered the phone. I was blown away at how old she looked and how pretty she was since the last time I saw her, she was sixteen." He grinned again. "She told me that her father wasn't home."

"Are you going to get to the point of all this?" Damien asked impatiently.

"I'm getting there, Winner. For someone who doesn't want to hear this, you sure look eager to know." He leaned his head back on the cushions. "Well, I started flirting with her and she started flirting back. It was harmless really, until she did something that I wouldn't even expect her to do."

"And what's that?" Damien asked in a bored tone, but the way it sounded belied his innate curiosity.

"What's the one way you can't touch a woman and still have a hell of a time?"

"I wouldn't know."

"You're too boring, Winner. At least guess. She made me break out into a sweat."

Damien's mouth twitched. "I really wouldn't know."

Jonathon sighed exasperatedly. "You're no fun, but I'll tell you anyway."

"And what did she do to make you break out into a cold sweat?" Damien questioned again.

A wicked grin crossed Jonathon's lips. "Hot phone sex."

Damien felt his stomach drop and his mouth parted in shock. "She...You…"

"Engaged in about a half hour to forty five minutes of it. I must say for her being sixteen, she had a very creative mind even now it still amazes me because I more than sure she's still a virgin."

"And is this why you had to tell me in private?"

"Leigh would take a stake to me if she ever found out. It was one of our off periods, but I would still rather her not know. But it was quite entertaining."

"I bet."

"Oh come on, Damien. You would like it too if she went and started in on you." Jonathon tilted his head thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, I think you do like that idea. You have that look."

"What look?"

"That interested look."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

"Don't get defensive, but you do have that look. And I bet if she was to do that with you, you would like it very, very much. It would spice up your life for sure."

Damien's mouth tightened into a thin line. "I wouldn't. Now, if that's all, I'm going back outside."

"I wouldn't underestimate her, Damien. She knows how to get under your skin without you even knowing how she did it." Jonathon stood up and laced his fingers behind his head. "I'm just forewarning you since I think you're already hooked."

"I wouldn't bet on that," Damien said as he opened the door and left the room. "Me, interested? Not likely," he muttered under his breath.

Jonathon shook his head. "He's sunk and he doesn't even know it. Poor sucker." His cobalt eyes however, were gleaming with suppressed laughter.

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"So, here you are?"

Damien froze when he heard her voice. He glanced over at her as he lay in the hammock. She was kneeling beside it, smiling innocently. "Angelina."

"You've avoided me the entire evening," she pouted as she leaned forwards.

His eyes went to the pert rosy pink lips. He shot his eyes to her. "I wasn't avoiding you."

"Yes, you were." She stood and looked around before sliding into the hammock next to him.

Damien started as her body touched his. He started to sit up, but she pushed him back down with both hands. "What are you doing?" The way she was leaning over him was giving him almost an unrestricted view of her cleavage and the feel of her hands were sending shockwaves throughout his system.

"What do you think I'm doing? Better yet, what would you want me to be doing?" Angelina asked boldly as she smirked.

A blush crossed his face.

"Exactly how I thought you would react to this."

"I'm leaving," he said as he tried to get up again. She pushed him back and leaned over him. He stared up into the silvery eyes above his. "Angelina, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I think you know what I'm doing.  You're not that innocent."

"No, I'm not, but I'm not Jonathon."

"No, you're not. But you're even better. I can shock you."

"There's nothing you can do that would shock me."

"Oh, I know of one way," she said as she tapped nail on his chest. "Want to hear it?"

Damien aquamarine eyes widened. "No."

"That came too quickly." She regarded him with a thoughtful expression before it turned into a particularly evil smile that one would think that only a Maxwell would make. "How about the hottest sex of your life without even touching?" She leaned close to his ear. "I promise it'll be good." "I got you, Winner."

Damien shook his head negatively, but part of his mind had something else to say. "Yes! NO! Oh yes!"

"The time is now, Winner, let's get started and I'll just blow your mind away."

"Allah please forgive me."

A/N: I know another cliff hanger, but you know you love them! Until next time! XOXO!!