Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Page A

greater financial success but to not trust them. She didn’t think Marie meant Pierre but perhaps this guy Lukon.
    Her phone buzzed for the third time. It was Pierre wanting to see if she was okay and worried that they hadn’t heard from her.
    She texted back quickly.
    She told him that she was fine and that she was still with the client. She added that she might be later than she thought and to tell Antoine.
    Immediately Pierre texted back.
    Who is the client?
    Something told her that Pierre was not going to be happy about this situation. Maybe the clients wouldn’t be available and she could suggest meeting at another time?
    She pulled the phone numbers of the other two clients from her files she brought and called them. Luckily for her they were not available.
    “I’m so sorry, Vincent, apparently neither homeowner is available right now. We’ll have to schedule something for another day.” She began to gather her files and place them back into the case.
    “Well, I brought you out here very early, the least I can do is buy you lunch. It’s nearly twelve, and I know a great place just a few blocks from here. What do you say, Mikayla?” he asked her, staring into her eyes with that same expression that gave her the creeps.
    “I’m sorry, but I have a date I need to get back for.”
    His expression changed in an instant.
    “A date? I thought you said you had an appointment?”
    She placed the strap of the bag on her shoulder and looked at him.
    “It’s really none of your business,” she replied, trying to remain calm. This was not going well.
    He was in her space before she had time to place her attaché case in front of her to block him from pressing against her.
    He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him.
    “You’re a beautiful young woman. I think we’d be good together, especially in bed.”
    She was shocked at his statement. Sure, the man was good looking, but what an arrogant jerk. She recalled techniques from her kickboxing lessons and waited to see if she would need them.
    “Release my shoulders, Vincent. You’re out of line.”
    “That’s what you think,” he replied then grabbed her hair and covered her mouth, kissing her hard. She struggled to be free from his hold and maneuvered her leg as he pressed a hand under her dress squeezing her ass. She allowed him to cop a feel, and he loosened his hold enough for her to make her move. One swift kick to his balls, he released her mouth and she grabbed for his jewels. As he bent slightly over she gave him an upper cut to his jaw and took her boxing stance. Thank God for kickboxing lessons.
    Vincent didn’t give up so easily.
    “You bitch! I know you’re fucking Bently. I’m better than he is. You should be with me not him.”
    She was shocked.
    “You’re an asshole. Go to hell!” she yelled, unsure on whether or not she should tell him she wasn’t fucking Pierre yet but planned on it very soon. She was furious, and as she turned to leave, he grabbed her shoulder to pull her back. She swung, hard and straight up into his face.
    Her hand stung as she shook it and cried out, but with one look up into Vincent’s face and his very bloody, hopefully broken nose, she took off down the street.
    She was so angry she nearly tripped as she kept looking behind her, hoping he didn’t attempt to continue and push her and then hoping he did because she was furious and had a few more good punches left in her. Her hands were shaking, but she continued to walk until she came to the side street that led toward an open set of restaurants and bars.
    She needed to remain calm. She handled that situation fine, and he surely wouldn’t try to mess with her again. What in the world was his problem? Did he seriously think that she would sleep with him? What the hell? She thought about what he said and about how he thought that she was having sex with Pierre. What made Vincent think that she would have sex with him, too? Did he think she was after Pierre’s