In Bed with the Devil Page 2

  She made sure she swayed her hips as she climbed and bent forward slightly so he would be sure to notice her very short shorts. She’d worn them deliberately, along with the halter top that left very little to the imagination. It had taken her nearly two days to come up with the perfect outfit, but it had been worth the time.

  The shorts clung to her and were cut high enough to show the bottom of her butt. Tacky but effective. Her sandals had a spiked heel that was practically a weapon, but they made her legs look long—a serious trick for someone as short as her.

  The halter was so low-cut that she’d had to hold it in place with double-sided tape. She had fresh highlights, sultry makeup and long, dangling earrings that almost touched her nearly bare shoulders.

  If the guys back at her science lab could see her now, they would probably implode from shock. Around them she only wore tailored suits and lab jackets. But for the next month she was dressing as a sex kitten and she planned to enjoy every minute of it.

  She deliberately sped up at the end of the hall, then stopped suddenly. Jack ran into her. He reached out to steady himself or maybe her. She’d planned that he would, so she turned and held in a grin as the palm of his hand landed exactly on her left breast.

  He stiffened and pulled back so fast he almost fell. Meri tried to decide if she minded seeing him in a crumpled heap on the polished hardwood floor.

  “Sorry,” he muttered.

  “Jack,” she purred. “Are you coming on to me? I have to say, that’s not very subtle. I would have expected better.”

  “I’m not coming on to you.”

  “Really?” She put her hands on her hips as she faced him. “Why not? Aren’t I your type?”

  He frowned. “What the hell is this all about?”

  “So many things. I’m not sure where to start.”

  “Try at the beginning. It usually works for me.”

  The beginning? Where was that? At conception, where some quirk of the Palmer gene pool had decided to produce a child with an exceptional IQ? Or later, when Meri had first realized she was never going to fit in anywhere? Or perhaps that long-ago-but-never-forgotten-afternoon when the man she loved had so cruelly rejected her?

  “We’re spending the month together,” she told him. “I thought we could have more fun if we played. I know you like to play, Jack.”

  He swore under his breath. “This isn’t like you, Meri.”

  “How can you be sure? It’s been a long time. I’ve grown up.” She turned slowly. “Don’t you like the changes?”

  “You look great. You know that. So what’s the point?”

  The point was she wanted him desperate. She wanted him panting, begging, pleading. Then she would give in and walk away. It was her plan—it had always been her plan.

  “I’m not going to sleep with you,” he said flatly. “You’re Hunter’s sister. I gave him my word I’d look after you. That means taking care of you, not sleeping with you.”

  She’d meant to keep her temper. Honestly she’d even written it on her to-do list. But it was simply impossible.

  “Take care of me? Is that what you call disappearing two seconds after Hunter’s funeral? All of you left—all of his friends. I expected it of them but not of you. Hunter told me you would always be there for me no matter what. But you weren’t. You were gone. I was seventeen, Jack. My father was a basket case, I was a total social outcast with no friends and you disappeared. Because that was easier than facing your responsibility.”

  He put down his luggage. “Is that why you’re here? To tell me off?”

  He had no idea, she thought, still furious and wishing she could breathe fire and burn him into a little stick figure, like in the cartoons.

  “That’s only part of the fun.”

  “Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

  “No, it wouldn’t.” Nothing would change the fact that he’d abandoned her, just like everyone else she’d ever loved.

  “Meri, I know we have some history. But if we’re stuck here for a month, we need to find a way to get along.”

  “Be friends, you mean?” she said, remembering how he’d said he would always be her friend, right after rejecting her.

  “If you’d like.”

  She took a deep breath, then released it. “No, Jack. We’ll never be friends. We’ll be lovers and nothing else.”

  Two

  The next morning Meri woke up feeling much better about everything. After leaving out food for Jack, she’d escaped to her room, where she’d had a bath and a good cry. Some of her tears had been about her brother, but a lot of them had been for herself. For the geek she’d been and the losses she’d suffered.

  After Hunter had died, their father had totally lost it. He’d been less than useless to her. Within a year he’d started dating nineteen-year-olds, and in the nine years since, his girlfriends had stayed depressingly young.

  She’d been on her own and she’d survived. Wasn’t that what mattered? That she’d managed to get the help she’d needed to move forward and thrive?

  She turned on her clock’s radio and rocked her hips to the disco music that blasted into the room. She was sorry she’d missed the disco years—the music had such a driving beat. Of course, she was a total spaz on the dance floor, but what she lacked in style and grace she made up for in enthusiasm.

  After brushing out her hair, she braided it, then dressed in a sports bra, tank top and another pair of skimpy shorts. Ankle socks and athletic shoes completed her outfit.

  Humming “We Are Family” under her breath, she left her room and prepared to implement the next part of her plan for revenge.

  Jack was in the kitchen. She walked up to him and smiled.

  “Morning,” she said, reaching past him for the pot of coffee. She made sure she leaned against him rather than going around. “How did you sleep?”

  His dark eyes flickered slightly, but his expression never changed. “Fine.”

  “Good. Me, too.”

  She poured the coffee, then took a sip, looking at him over the mug.

  “So,” she said. “A whole month. That’s a long time. Whatever will we do with it?”

  “Not what you have planned.”

  She allowed herself a slight smile. “I remember you saying that before. Did you always repeat yourself? I remember you being a whole lot more articulate. Of course, I was younger then, and one looks at one’s elders with the idealism of youth.”

  He nearly choked on his coffee. “Elders?”

  “Time has been passing, Jack. You’re, what, nearly forty?”

  “I’m thirty-two and you know it.”

  “Oh, right. Thirty-two. Time has been a challenge for you, hasn’t it?”

  She enjoyed baiting him too much, she thought, knowing she was being totally evil and unable to help herself. The truth was, Jack looked amazing. Fit, sexy—a man in his prime. The good news was that sleeping with him wouldn’t be a hardship.

  “You gave up on seducing me?” he asked.

  “Not at all. But this is fun, too.”

  “I’m not sleeping with you.”

  She glanced around the kitchen, then looked back at him. “I’m sorry, did you say something? I wasn’t listening.”

  “You’re a pain in the ass.”

  “But it’s a darned nice ass, isn’t it?” She turned to show him, patted the curve, then faced front again. “Okay, go get changed. I’ll take you to the nearest gym. You can get a thirty-day membership. Then we’ll work out together.”

  “There’s no equipment here?”

  She smiled. “I guess Hunter didn’t think of everything after all. It’s a good thing I’m around.”

  He stared at her. “You think you’re in charge?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He put down his mug, then moved close and stared into her eyes. “Be careful, Meri. You’re playing a game you don’t know how to win. I’m out of your league and we both know it.”

  A challenge? Was he crazy? She
always won and she would this time. Although there was something about the way he looked at her that made her shiver. Something that told her he was not a man to be toyed with.

  But he was just a man, she reminded herself. The sooner she got him into bed, the quicker she could get on with her life.

  Jack followed Meri into the large gym overlooking the lake. The facility was light and clean, with only a few people working out. Probably because it was midday, he thought as he took in the new equipment and mentally planned his workout.

  Back in Dallas, he worked out in his private gym, built to his specifications. But this would do for now.

  “So we can circuit-train together,” she said brightly, standing close and gazing up at him with a teasing smile. “I’m great at spotting.”

  She was trying to push his buttons. He was determined not to react, regardless of what she said or did. Meri was playing a game that could be dangerous to her. He might not have taken care of her the way he should have, but he had looked out for her. That wasn’t going to stop just because she was determined to prove a point.

  “Want to warm up with some cardio first?” she asked. “We can race. I’ll even give you a head start.”

  “I’m not going to need it,” he told her as he headed over to the treadmills, not bothering to see if she followed.

  “That’s what you think.”

  She stepped onto the machine next to his and set it for a brisk warm-up pace. He did the same, not bothering to look at her speed.

  “You didn’t used to exercise,” he said conversationally a few minutes later as he broke into a jog.

  Meri punched a few buttons on her treadmill and matched his speed. “I know. I was much more into food than anything else. Not surprising—food was my only friend.”

  “We were friends,” he said before he could stop himself. He’d liked Meri—she was Hunter’s little sister. She’d been like family to him.

  “Food was the only friend I could depend on,” she said as she cranked up her treadmill again. She was breathing a little harder but barely breaking a sweat. “It didn’t disappear when I needed it most.”

  No point in defending himself. She was right—he’d taken off right after Hunter’s funeral. He’d been too devastated by loss and guilt to stick around. A few months later he’d realized he needed to make sure Meri was all right. So he’d hired a P.I. to check in on her every few months. The quarterly reports had given him the basics about her life but nothing specific. Later, when he’d started his own company, he’d gotten his people to keep tabs on her and he’d learned a lot more about her. He’d learned that she’d grown up into a hell of a woman. Obviously she hadn’t needed him around, taking care of things.

  “The downside of food as a friend,” she continued, “is that there’s an ugly side effect. Still, I couldn’t seem to stop eating. Then one day I made some new friends and I stopped needing the food so much.” She grinned. “Okay, friends and some serious therapy.”

  “You were in therapy?” The reports hadn’t mentioned that.

  “For a couple of years. I worked through my issues. I’m too smart and weird to ever be completely normal, but these days I know how to pass.”

  “You’re not weird,” he said, knowing better than to challenge her brain. Meri had always been on the high side of brilliant.

  “A lot you know,” she said. “But I like who I am now. I accept the good points and the bad.”

  There were plenty of good points, he thought, doing his best not to look at her trim body. She had plenty of curves, all in the right places.

  They continued to jog next to each other. After another five minutes, Meri increased the speed again and went into a full-out run. Jack’s competitive side kicked in. He increased not only the speed but the incline.

  “You think you’re so tough,” she muttered, her breath coming fast and hard now.

  “You’ll never win this battle,” he told her. “I have long legs and more muscle mass.”

  “That just means more weight to haul around.”

  She ran a couple more minutes, then hit the stop button and straddled the tread. After wiping her face and gulping water, she went back onto the treadmill but at a much slower pace. He ran a few more minutes—because he could—then started his cooldown.

  “You’re in shape,” he told her as they walked over to the weight room.

  “I know.” She smiled. “I’m a wild woman with the free weights. This is where you really get to show off, what with having more upper-body strength. But pound for pound, I’m actually lifting nearly as much as you. Want me to make a graph?”

  He grinned. “No, thanks. I can see your excuses without visual aids.”

  “Reality is never an excuse,” she told him as she collected several weights, then walked over to a bench. She wiped her hands on the towel she’d brought.

  “I can’t be too sweaty,” she said. “If my hands are slick, it gets dangerous. About a year ago, I nearly dropped a weight on my face. Not a good thing.”

  “You should be more careful,” he said.

  “You think? I paid a lot of money for my new nose. You never said anything. Do you like it?”

  He’d known about the surgery. She’d had it when she was twenty. He supposed the smaller nose made her a little prettier, but it wasn’t that big a change.

  “It’s fine,” he said.

  She laughed. “Be careful. You’ll turn my head with all that praise. My nose was huge and now it’s just regular.”

  “You worry too much about being like everybody else. Average is not a goal.”

  She looked at him. “I haven’t had enough coffee for you to be philosophizing. Besides, you don’t know anything about normal. You were born rich and you’re still rich.”

  “You’re no different.”

  “True, but we’re not talking about me. As a guy, you have different standards to live up or down to. If you have money, then you can be a total loser and you’ll still get the girl. But for me it was different. Hence the surgeries.”

  “You had more than one?” he asked, frowning slightly. He knew only about her nose.

  She sat up and leaned toward him. “Breasts,” she said in a mock whisper. “I had breast implants.”

  His gaze involuntarily dropped to her chest. Then he jerked his head to the right and focused on the weight bench next to him.

  “Why?” he asked, determined not to think about her body and especially not her breasts, which were suddenly more interesting than he wanted them to be.

  “After I lost weight, I discovered I had the chest of a twelve-year-old-boy. I was totally flat. It was depressing. So I got implants. I went for a jumbo B—which seemed about right for my newly skinny self.”

  She stood and turned sideways in front of the mirror. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think I should have just gone for it and ordered the centerfold breasts. What do you think?”

  He told himself not to look, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. Against his will, his head turned and his gaze settled on her chest. Meri raised her tank top to show off her sports bra.

  “Are they okay, Jack?”

  A guy walking by did a double take. “They’re great, honey.”

  She dropped her shirt and smiled. “Thanks.”

  Jack glanced at the guy and instantly wanted to kill him. It would be fast and relatively painless for the bastard. A quick twist of the neck and he would fall lifeless to the ground.

  Meri dropped her shirt. “I love being a girl.”

  “You’re still playing me. I’m going to ignore you.”

  “I’m not sure you can,” she teased. “But you can try. Let’s change the subject. We can talk about you. Men love to talk about themselves.”

  He grabbed a couple of weights and sat on a bench. “Or we could focus on our workout.”

  “I don’t think so.” She lay on her back and did chest presses. “What have you been up to for the last ten years? I know you went into the military
.”

  “Army,” he said between reps.

  “I heard it was Special Forces.”

  “That, too.”

  “I also heard you left and started your own company dealing with corporations that want to expand into the dangerous parts of the world.”

  Apparently he wasn’t the only one who had done some research.

  “It’s impressive,” she said. “You’ve grown that company into quite the business.”

  “I’m doing okay.” Five hundred million in billing in the past year. His accountants kept begging him to go public. They told him he could make a fortune. But he already had more than he needed, and going public meant giving up control.

  “Are you married?” she asked.

  He looked over at her. She’d shifted positions and was now doing bicep curls. Her honey-tanned skin was slick with sweat, her face flushed, her expression intense. She was totally focused on what she was doing.

  Would she be like that in bed? Giving a hundred percent, really going for it?

  The thought came from nowhere and he quickly pushed it away. Meri could never be more than Hunter’s baby sister. She could dance around naked and beg him to take her—they were never going there.

  “Jack? You gonna answer the question?”

  Which was? Oh, yeah. “No, I’m not married.”

  “You’re not gay, are you? Hunter always wondered.”

  He ignored her and the question. If he didn’t react, she would get tired of her game and move on to something else.

  She sighed. “Okay, that was funny only to me. So there’s no wife, but is there someone significant?”

  “No.”

  “Ever been anyone?”

  “There have been plenty.”

  She looked at him. “You know what I mean. A relationship where you’re exchanging more than bodily fluids. Have you ever been in love?”

  “No,” he said flatly. Women tried to get close and he didn’t let them.

  “Me, either,” she said with a sigh. “Which is deeply tragic. I want to be in love. I’ve been close. I thought I was in love, but now I’m not so sure. I have trust and commitment issues. It’s from losing my mom when I was young and then losing Hunter. Isn’t it interesting that knowing what the problem is doesn’t mean I can fix it?”