Seducing Megan: Prossers Bay Series Novella by Unknown Page B

If you’ll excuse me, I might leave the rest of the party to their business.”
    She took her drink out to the large deck and began chatting with other guests who were outside, enjoying the balmy evening. Jordan thought it odd, but he still had the CEO to contend with.
    “I must say I was very surprised by what you have here, Jordan. I saw the brochures, but I had to see for myself. Everything’s not always what it seems. But when you have a bit of money to splash around, most things are accessible.”
    He was watching Megan as he spoke, obviously trying for some sort of innuendo that Megan could be bought. Jordan would have liked to give the man a thump or two, but Megan proved immensely capable of handling the creep.
    “Everything is exactly as we advertise, Mr. Sainsbury. I’m sure you’ll find that we run a very classy establishment, and I look forward to taking care of your beautiful wife. Speaking of which, I might see if there’s anything else she might like to do while she’s here. Please excuse me.”
    Sainsbury stared after Megan, as all the men did. He could see no panty line, and her pert backside rubbed against the fabric in a tantalizing shimmy that Jordan wished was reserved only for himself. He was a hypocrite, because he was just as guilty in lusting after her. Besides, it was his fault for pressuring her into being here.
    “Another drink, anyone?”
    Their eyes focused back on Jordan, and he knew he’d hit on the right suggestion. There was now a distinct shortage of women and, business trip or not, they were all planning on having a good time. An endless supply of alcohol apparently seemed like a good start.
    He wanted, needed, to be with Megan, but as long as these men were here he was the host and he couldn’t leave them.
    Chelsea was directing the waiter and she gave him a small grin. He was clearly not as discreet as he was hoping to be. Oh, hell, Amanda had just entered and, unlike Megan, she encouraged the hungry stares of the group of men hovering around Sainsbury.
    She threw back her newly bleached blonde hair and strutted across the room to where they all stood. Her tight red dress was far too short, her body far too tanned. It seemed as if she had been availing herself of all the spa treatments she could. Jordan still had no date for when she would leave. Partly his fault, he acknowledged, since he hadn’t made time to talk to her much over the last few days. He made a decision to do so at the earliest chance tomorrow.
    As the night wore on the room, or rather the men, got rowdier and Jordan was over the CEO and his crassness. The men were merely following his lead, but Amanda was spurring him on with fresh drinks and a lot of very close contact. He didn’t personally care, and Amanda was at least keeping the group entertained, even if she hadn’t been invited. He was almost gritting his teeth as he listened to Sainsbury brag for the hundredth time about his business, his houses and his cars.
    Jordan kept a lookout for Loretta, hoping that she wasn’t going to take offense. If the business he could bring to Haven hadn’t been so lucrative, Jordan would have hauled Sainsbury’s rather large body outside and told him what a complete asshole he was.
    Jordan was also struggling with his client’s condescending attitude toward everyone in the room, and especially the staff. The man was a creep, and his wife must have thought so too. Loretta, who had come inside with Megan to sample the New Zealand cheeses, gave him a wilting look every now and again, but Sainsbury merely tilted his glass at her and ordered Amanda to get him a fresh drink.
    Sainsbury was still glancing Megan’s way every chance he got, and anyone could certainly see the calculation in his eyes. Maybe the dress was giving the wrong impression, but the man was vile and Jordan didn’t think he needed anything other than his own ego to assume that he could sleep with any woman in his sight.
    The tension in the room became