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The Perfect Temptation, Part 5

Damien rubbed his temples as his migraine pounded away inside his head. It was Friday afternoon. Vaughn had gone in to work, so he stayed home. He didn't get them very often, but when he did, they were debilitating. He lay on the couch in the family room with his eyes closed. "Of all weeks to get this, I had to get it this week," he moaned. The week had been hard. Having to look at Angelina for the rest of the week had played havoc with his mind control. The copper haired vixen had teased him, verbally, whenever she had come into his office. She was subtle about it too, but he would catch her meaning. Plus, looking at her everyday in the professional, yet sexy looking suits, made his mind swim with thoughts far from pure. He found his eyes constantly drawn to her silk encased legs, traveling upwards until they disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. "Crap," he muttered as he opened his eyes again. "Thinking of her will not help me get over this," he groaned again. This time, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting his aching mind relax. "Hopefully sleep will make it go away some," he murmured as he settled himself more comfortably on the soft couch.

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Angelina walked up the steps of the Winner household. Vaughn had given her papers that Damien had to look at. She adjusted the strap of her purse before she knocked on the door. Her sandaled foot tapped faintly on the slate floored porch before the door opened, revealing a man more than twice her size. She gave him a bright, polite smile. "Hello, my name is Angelina. I'm here to drop off some paperwork for Damien."

Rashid eyed the copper haired girl in front of him. "Come in Miss…"

"Baker…Angelina Baker. I'm his assistant and Vaughn gave me some papers for him to look at," she replied as the door closed behind her. She had been in this house, once as a little girl. She had a vague memory of the monstrous foyer with the marble tiled floor. "And you are?"

"Rashid, Miss Baker. Young Master Damien is in the family room, sleeping," he replied as he led her down the hall towards the back of the house.

"Sleeping?"

"Master Damien suffers from migraines and sleeping is the best way for him to get rid of them."

"I see," Angelina replied as she followed him to the back of the house. Bright sunlight hit her in the face as they stepped into a windowed room with sheer curtains.

"He's on the couch, miss, so if you need anything, please come get me. I will be out in the yard, tending to the fig trees," Rashid instructed as he bowed slightly and left.

"Thank you," she replied as she watched him disappear through one of the diaphanous curtains. She looked over towards the couch and found who she was looking for. His tanned arm was across his eyes, blocking out the brightness of the room. He was wearing khaki colored cargo shorts with a warm blue t-shirt. His feet were bare. She smiled and set the papers down on the table along with her purse. She unknotted the soft yellow cardigan from around her neck and left it there too. It left her in the matching tank and a short silk skirt of the same color with painted orange red roses. She knelt down by the side of the couch. She smirked when she noticed the smile gracing his lips. "I wonder what he's dreaming about?"

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 Damien was lost within his dream. Here, he couldn't help but imagine her there. She was lurking about his subconscious for a week. That copper hair of hers was trailing over her shoulder in a wanton mass as she leaned over him. He could smell that fresh lime scent, almost like she was really there. He could feel her soft creamy skin under his hands as they slid up her arms to curve around her slender neck, bringing back down to his level. The lushly lashed silver gray eyes closing as his mouth met hers. Her lips were moist and pliant against his. He could feel the silkiness of her hair as he slid one hand through it, twining the thick strands about his fingertips. His other hand was sliding down the smooth expanse of her back, left bare by her golden halter-top, before coming to rest on the small of her back. He could feel the warmth of her skin as her short clad legs shifted against his. His grin became wider.

Angelina arched a brow as the smile on his face turned into a wicked smirk. "That's another side of him I haven't seen before." She leaned over him even more, bracing her hands on either side of his head. She gently lifted up the arm covering his eyes, so she could have a better look at his face. His brows and his lashes were several shades darker than his platinum locks. The bone structure was finer, more exotic of that of the Maxwells.' He had a stubborn looking chin. It made her smile since she was all too familiar with his stubbornness. His smirking lips were full. "I would love to know what those lips feel like. It makes me curious on how he kisses, mouth open or closed?" she mused as she let her thumb make a pass against them. His breath made her skin damp. A shock raced up her arm and down her back.

He felt something brush against his mouth, but he didn't wake up. He didn't want to since in his dream, he was leisurely exploring Angelina's mouth with his tongue and her arms were wrapped about his neck. His one hand was inching down over her short clad bottom, until it was pressing her against him fully. She squirmed, teasing him with the soft press of her breasts against his chest and the movement of her hips. He rolled her underneath him, her knees coming to rest against his hips. He left her mouth to trail down her neck, nibbling and sucking her flesh against his teeth. His hands were sliding up her sides to press against the plump outer curves of her breasts. A whimper vibrated against his lips, making him smile as he went lower. She tasted like the key lime pie that Vaughn loved, the one that Randy just happened to make. He absently licked his lips.

Her brows arched even more and a grin crossed her mouth. "So, it's that kind of dream, is it? Maybe I should make it a reality instead of a fantasy," she murmured, devilry lurking in her eyes. She leaned forwards and pressed her lips against his. They were warm, just like she thought they'd be.

Damien felt lips against his again. He kissed back, loving the feel of her tongue sliding over his.

When he started kissing her back, she pulled her torso over his, and slid her arms around his neck. Her lips parted as their tongues met, slipping and sliding over each other. She felt his arms wrap around her back, his fingers dancing along her spine. It made her nerve endings tingle and her heart rate escalate. Suddenly she found herself pulled completely on top of him and his hands sliding over the material of her skirt until they covered her rear end. A pleased whimper rose from her lips.

The dream was almost too good to be real. He could feel the heat of her skin through the material. A whimper vibrated against his lips as he pulled her on top of his frame again. This time he trailed them under her chin, nipping gently. "Angelina," he whispered, "I want you."

Her eyes nearly popped open at that statement, but she had no other time to react when Vaughn slammed into the room.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Damien's eyes popped open and found his lips locked with hers. Her eyes stared into his. They were wide eyed, as he was sure his were. He pushed her off and sat up, only to have his head throb painfully. "What?"

Vaughn threw his hands up in the air and looked up towards the ceiling. "Just my luck! Something must have happened up there and said, today is the day that we're going to fuck with your life, Vaughn Winner! Great! Just fucking great!" he shouted as he pointed at them.

Angelina sat in a heap on the floor, still dazed from Damien's kiss. She turned her eyes towards him. "Does ow have any meaning to you?"

Damien glared at her for a moment. He looked back at his brother. His ears were ringing. "Could you tone it down some, my head feels like it's going to come off," he snapped. "What the hell are you so pissed about?"

"A number of things!" Vaughn shot back in response as he shoved his hand through his hair again. It was in hopeless disarray as some blond locks stuck straight up in the air. "This is so not my day. First I get challenged to a race with Bobby, in which I kick his ass. Then I get into a fistfight with him. I get a split lip and some hefty bruises. Then Randy tries to take care of me, holding me down by sitting on my chest. I'm shirtless by the way. And Veronica walks in, blows up at Randy and me. Now she won't talk to me or even look at me. I've tried calling her, but Victoria answers and tells me to go jump in the bay. And to top it off, I come home and find you necking with her!"

"I didn't like it!" Damien protested.

"You were the one having the pornographic dream," Angelina replied from her position on the floor. "I think you liked it very much because you did say you wanted me."

Vaughn rolled his eyes. "For the love of Allah, Damien, just admit you want her and be done with it! You were kissing her! I can even feel the vibes coming off of you and all you can do is deny."


Damien's face turned bright red. "Dreams have no relevance," he sputtered as he glared at her and his brother. "You shouldn't have gotten into a fight with Bobby in the first place, Vaughn. While standing by Veronica is commendable, you shouldn't get too involved like getting into fights with Bobby over her. She got herself into this mess."

Vaughn glared at his brother. "Don't you start sounding like Quatrina! I get enough crap from her about how Veronica is a tainted woman and that I shouldn't chase after a girl like her. But you know what, I'm in love with her and I couldn't care less what our sister or you say about it!"

Damien stood up, even though it made the pounding in his head worse. He confronted his younger brother. "She's pregnant out of wedlock. There are repercussions. Are you prepared for the heat that comes with being with her, knowing the reputation that she's had?"

"I am prepared. You don't have to tell me what kind of reputation she's had!"

"Are you going to be able to look at that child she carries, knowing that it belongs to someone else?"

Vaughn's eyes narrowed to mere slits. "Yes."

Damien narrowed his eyes back. "Then I hope you know what you're doing. You seem to fall for the women who like to live fast and loose. Randy wasn't much better than Veronica."

"What do you mean by "Randy wasn't much better?" Vaughn snarled.

"Because, you idiot, I saw what happened between you two just after your sixteenth birthday. In the hot tub."

"How did you…"

"How did I? I came home that night because I didn't want to wait for morning to come home. I came home that night and just happened to hear the music and I peek in to see what's going on, I see you and Randy…making out no less."


Vaughn's face colored from the collar of his shirt all the way to his hairline. "You saw that?"

"What the hell were you two thinking? If our father had caught you, he would beat the crap out of you for necking with her in the first place, then you would've dealt with Duo, and he would've killed you for touching her like you were!" Damien snapped. His brain was still buzzing.

"You were necking with Randy? I didn't know that," Angelina commented as she stood up from the floor. "And you two never dated?"

Vaughn's mouth tightened. "No. We didn't." He closed his eyes. "That night was a mistake and we both knew it. We drank too much for one and we had been practicing kissing on each other since we were fourteen. Neither of us meant for it to go that far, but it did." His eyes opened and centered on his brother again. "And you sure as hell, better not mention this to anyone. I don't want to be a dead man before I turn twenty-one. And one more thing, until you can get your own love life fixed, keep your opinions about mine to yourself." With that he spun on his heel and slammed out of the room.

Damien's ears clanged. He put his hands on either side of his head. "Dammit," he muttered. It felt like it was going to come off at any second. "Fucking migraine." He turned his eyes back towards Angelina, who was standing next to the couch still. "And the reason you were kissing me was?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. You were smirking the entire time I was watching you. Plus, you licked your lips a couple of times too, while you were still smirking," she replied as she held her hands behind her back. "And I wanted to kiss you to find out exactly what you were dreaming about. I got a pretty good idea."

Hot color flooded his features. "It doesn't mean I…"

"Want to hop into bed with me?"

"Exactly."

"But you want me."

"I say things in my sleep that I don't mean."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying." His brain continued to feel like it was coming apart.

"You are. You just don't want to admit that the "perfect" gentleman, Damien Winner, has porno dreams about a girl he professes to dislike more than anything because she's the wrong kind of girl and you don't want distractions," Angelina answered in a syrupy voice.

His face got redder. She had come closer to the truth. Hell, what was he kidding, she was telling the truth. Damien wasn't going to admit it though. "Girls like you always get dreamed about. You're the type that men fool around with, but don't marry. I don't need that kind of woman in my life."

Twin spots of color dotted her cheeks at the blatant insult of her morality. "I have morals, thank you very much. I've also retained my virginity too, in case you were wondering," she gritted out with her chin titled up high. "I just like to act like I have that kind of fun and there is no harm in shameless flirting and sexual innuendos."

"Only if you don't want to be taken seriously. Learn some tact and maybe some foolish guy will have the unfortunate mistake of falling in love with you."

His remark made her furious. "You bastard."

He was stunned by the fury he heard in her voice. Those silver eyes of hers were flashing and her hands were fisted at her sides. It seemed to him, that he had struck a nerve. He wasn't sure that he liked that. He took a deep breath. "I didn't mean that last comment like it sounded. I have a headache and I don't think clearly on what I'm saying."

"That's bullshit. You meant it, headache or not. You think that I've always been like this? That I've always been what you see in front of you? Hell no! There's a lot more to me then what you see. If you did, you'd be shocked at what you found," Angelina hissed as she turned away from him. "Vaughn knows more about each and every one of us, including me, then we care to let people know. There's a lot more then meets the eye and you know it. But I forget, you're not empathic, so you only see what you want to see, and you would deny everything you felt because you don't want to be in the wrong."

"You're right, I don't like being wrong, but nor do I like women who throw themselves at me. I've had too much of that to last me two lifetimes."

"They wanted you for your money. I don't throw myself at you for your money. That's not my incentive."

"Then what is your incentive?"

"Just you."

He arched a brow at her. "Just me?"

"Is that hard to believe?"

"Yes."

"Didn't that ex-girlfriend of yours, Claudia want you like that?"

A painful look crossed his face. "I'm not going to talk about it."

Angelina cocked her head to one side. "That look of pain doesn't look like it belongs with your migraine," she commented quietly.

"Just drop it."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to talk about her."

"How long did you date her for?"

"Will you stop?"

"Then answer me."

"Five years."

She let out a low whistle. "That's a long time. What happened?"

"It's none of your business, Angelina, so drop it!"

She studied him a bit more. Pain was flickering in the depths of his eyes, which was not wholly from the migraine he had. He was hiding something about his ex and apparently, it hurt him very badly. "Fine, but it doesn't mean I'll stop pursuing you."

"It won't get you anywhere," Damien replied as he sat down on the opposite couch, cradling his head between his hands. "I don't have time for women. I have a business to run. And I don't have time for you, so stop throwing yourself at me."

"No."

"No?"

"That's what I said. You need the distraction and I like to think that you enjoy having me around because I make you forget what you're doing. I make you feel something and that's why you fight it. You don't want to feel a thing," she said as she picked up her purse and sweater. She looked down at his bowed head. The blond locks curled over his enmeshed fingers. "You can look at the papers I brought over for you when you feel better," she said as she went over to him. She paused and pressed a kiss on top of his head where his hands were. "I hope you do feel better, Damien," she said softly as she left the room.

Damien looked up and stared at her retreating figure. Her lips left a warm impression on the back of his hand. The scent of her perfume swirled around him. He glanced down at the papers on the table, but closed his eyes. "Claudia." His eyes popped open as his heart twisted at the mere thought of her. Then he thought of Angelina. She was making him feel something. She made him feel anger, frustration, and most of all, desire. Want. Need. She was creating something inside of him that he couldn't control and in the deepest, darkest part of his soul, he craved what she was feeding him. But it was hard to separate the two. Claudia who had held his heart for so long and Angelina, who, not in so many words, expressed her desire to claim it. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he leaned back against the couch, confused and in even more pain than before.

She drove Hilde's Tahoe down to the beach. Slipping off her shoes, she walked along the water's edge. Angelina knew she'd shocked him by her declaration. She was in it more for him. She liked him very much because he fought it so badly. A frown then tinged her lips. "Then what did this Claudia do to him to make him feel that way about girls?" she mused as water continued to splash against her ankles as she continued to be lost in thought.

A/N: I know it took me awhile, but here it is. I hope you all are enjoying this story so far, so stay tuned for more coming soon! XOXO!!