Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series) by JW Phillips Page B

that couch?”

    I laughed. Oh babe, if I told you all of that you would be
running for the nearest exit. “I slept on
it last night. Want to massage out the crick it left me with?” I
wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and kneaded my fingers
into it.

    A ghost of a smile darted across those
luscious, lickable lips of hers, before she composed that
professional journalist face. She took a seat and glanced up to see
that I had moved directly in front of her. I placed my groin in
line with her face. She unconsciously licked her lips.

    I tilted my head and judged her
expression. I was getting to her. Her eyes were fixed on my obvious
semi-erection as a pale rosy-pinkness crept up her neck and across
her cheeks. I pushed my fingers through my messy blond locks and
sunk down on the couch across from her. I stretched out my long
legs in front of me as I reclined, making sure my foot tapped
against hers. I propped my elbows on the back of the couch. Her
cheeks flame as she started to fumble in her purse until she pulled
out a digital recorder. She wouldn’t look at me.

    “ Stand up, Cherry,” I said
making sure I rolled each letter of her name off of my tongue. She
didn’t move. “Now, Mrs. Black.” I wanted her to look at me, but in
all honesty, I simply wanted to look at her.

    She stood without thinking and started
fidgeting with her ill-fitting blazer. I would fix those nervous
jitters. I crock my finger and motioned for her to come closer. She
bent at the waist and brought her face within inches of me. Her
eyes caught mine and halted me still. They were downcast and the
depth of sadness in them was mind-blowing. Only one other person
had pulled at that part of me, the part that wanted to make someone
happy at any cost. I couldn’t bring that other sweet lady
happiness. Maybe, if I brought a few moments of bliss to Cherry it
would make up for a small portion of my sins.

    “ Green, the color of
fertility, nature, money, envy, and lust,” I said then scraped my
tongue along my top teeth. Please
smile.

    “ What, Sir?” She asked,
still leaning over me. I was dying to actually touch
her.

    “ Your eyes. They’re green.
They match the caramel tones in your hair.”

    She stood up and combed her hands
through her thick mane of hair. Something about that statement
bothered her.

    “ Turn around,” I said and
cupped my own chin, trailing a long index finger over my lips. She
stared at me and then fell back onto the couch.

    “ I’m here for an interview,
not a modeling gig.” She slid a pen out of the top of a notepad and
opened it. She still had a spark in her. I wanted to show her the
tremendous value and power she held within herself. She was after
all extremely beautiful. She was older than me, but could hold her
own against any woman. Yes, she was
affecting me. A true submissive, one who needed to learn her
value.

    I had to rein in my thoughts and
remind myself why she was there.

    She finally raised her
eyes, but not her head. I pictured her naked at my feet giving me
that same heart-stopping stare. Fuck, get
your mind off of her and onto this god-awful interview.

    “ Do you prefer blonds?” She
blurted out before she even had her recorder set up. But it caused
her to hold her head up.

    I bit my tongue not to laugh. That
question meant something deeper to her than my preference in hair
color. “Your first question is about hair color?”

    “ Just curious.” She
blinked, her eyes appeared even more lost. I couldn’t stand the
fact I had put that look on that exquisite face.

    “ No, I don’t. I think blond
is highly overrated. My personal favorite is red.” Awe damn, she quit looking at me again. She had tucked that beautiful face against her
shoulder. “But a close second is brown. There is something about a
brunette. They are dark and mysterious.”

    That smile I had been hoping for
slowly ran across her face. She hit the record button on the
digital recorder and pulled out a set of