Forged Of Steele Bundle Part 71

Cameron glanced around at what were fast becoming familiar surroundings as he talked on the phone to his friend Morgan Steele. "Vanessa knows I'm here," he said slowly after taking a sip of his wine.

"Umm, and how did she take it?"

"Like we both knew she would. Let's just say I'm not her favorite person right now."

Morgan's chuckle vibrated over the mobile phone. "I hate to tell you but you've never been her favorite person. You've always been her least-liked person."

Cameron couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Morgan, for being so brutally honest."

"That's what friends are for."

After a brief pause and another sip of wine, Cameron said, "I want you to help me understand something, Morgan."

"Okay, I'll try."

"Why does Vanessa take my actions three years ago as a personal affront? You and your brothers, as well as her sisters, were able to get over it. What's holding her back from doing the same? Is there something I'm missing here? Something you can share with me?"

"No, there's nothing I know about. The only reason I can come up with is the fact that the Steele Corporation was founded by my father and my uncle, Vanessa's father. And, as you know, her father died a few years ago. They were very close."

"You think she feels I was trying to take away his legacy?"

For a moment Morgan didn't respond and then he said, "At one time that thought did occur to me, but now I'm inclined to think there might be another reason altogether."

"And what reason is that?"

"Vanessa hasn't had a man she's ever gotten serious about, although I do recall her having a couple of boyfriends while she was in college. But there's never been anyone special, no one she's brought home for the family to meet. Now that I think of it, I believe her coldness toward you and men in general might be linked to what might have happened to her one summer."

Cameron paused with his winegla.s.s halfway to his lips. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "What happened?"

"I don't really know. None of us do, although I'd bet my money that her best friend Sienna Bradford knows. Right after my uncle died, Vanessa took some time off from her job and went to Europe for a few weeks to get away. We were worried about her and thought the trip would be a good idea. Vanessa, Taylor and Cheyenne were close to their father and took his death hard, but I think Vanessa took it the hardest. Like her mom, she felt there was something they could have done to make him stop smoking years ago."

"A smoker will only quit when he's ready."

"I know that, but still, it was hard on her. The couple of times she called home from London she seemed to be doing okay, and I'd heard through the grapevine that she'd met someone, some guy who was also vacationing over there. I'd even heard from Cheyenne-or should I say overheard when she and Taylor were deep in conversation one day-that Vanessa fancied herself in love with him. But we all figured she only a.s.sumed it was love because she was going through a vulnerable period in her life, and she would come to her senses before doing anything stupid like bringing home a husband. Anyway, the next thing we know, she returns home and to this day she hasn't mentioned him. None of us even knows his name. The only thing I can figure is that she discovered the guy was playing her, and she cared more for him than he did for her. Most likely that's why she's keeping you at arm's length, to protect her heart. She's not sure she can trust you and probably feels that you're trying to take over her life."

In a way he was, Cameron silently agreed. That was definitely his intent. He wanted her life to become ingrained in his, but he didn't see that as a negative. He could only see positives, so why couldn't she?

"I suggest you use another approach," Morgan continued. "All of us discovered real early that strong-arm tactics don't work well for Vanessa. I've told you that before."

Morgan had had told him that before, but Cameron was used to doing things his way. Now it seemed that his way wasn't working. "So what do you suggest?" he asked. told him that before, but Cameron was used to doing things his way. Now it seemed that his way wasn't working. "So what do you suggest?" he asked.

"You're going to have to revamp and do a sneak attack."

That comment had Cameron laughing. "Like the one you used with Lena?"

"Yeah, like the one I used with Lena. Laugh all you want but I got my woman, didn't I?"

"Need I remind you that it wasn't exactly smooth sailing for you, Morgan?"

"No, you don't have to remind me, but I was still able to make it work."

Cameron had to agree, since Morgan and Lena had been married a little over a month now. Morgan had also kicked off his campaign for a seat on the city council in Charlotte. "A sneak attack, huh?" he asked.

"Yes. A sneak attack. Let her think that whatever will happen between you two is only for the moment, nothing permanent. If you go into it promising tomorrows, she won't believe you. Women expect us to have commitment phobia, so let her think what you're proposing isn't for the long haul, although you know it really is. Vanessa won't consider a long-term relationship with a man, but she might be interested in a short-term affair if she was in control and calling the shots."

Cameron shook his head. Most of the women he knew would jump at the chance of having a permanent relationship with him, given the size of his bank account. "So you think if I use that approach it will work?"

"Yes. Try it and see. Let her a.s.sume it's nothing more than a fling and when it's over, you'll go your way and she'll go hers. Your job is to pull out the Cody charm and get her so taken with you that she won't want to go anywhere."

Cameron rubbed his chin as he pondered Morgan's advice. Then he said, "You do know this is your cousin's fate you're plotting, don't you?"

Morgan chuckled. "Yes, but my brothers and I trust you to do the right thing by her."

Cameron grinned. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"You're welcome. But if I'm wrong, Cameron, you'll have us to deal with. Understood?"

"Yes, Morgan. I understand completely."

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Vanessa resigned herself to the inevitable, taking the time to read the article on Cameron. Helen had put away the items she'd picked up at the market and had placed Ebony Ebony on the table in full view. on the table in full view.

It didn't help matters that Cameron's picture-in living, vibrant color-was on the cover. Nor that the photographer's close-up sent a fluttery feeling all through her insides and had blood rushing through her veins. Cameron had been caught in a rare moment with a smile curving the corners of his lips. She would rather not admit that he looked so s.e.xy that she had stared at the cover for too long before turning it facedown.

Vanessa sighed as she turned it faceup, and once again his picture sent tingly sensations all over her skin. One thing she'd discovered since that day three years ago was that Cameron was what fantasies were made of. She of all people should know, since he was a nightly invader into her dreams.

Deciding to get it over with, she opened the magazine and immediately flipped to page thirty-nine. Ignoring another picture of him-this one showing him entering the doors of one of the many corporations he'd taken away from someone-she began reading.

A short while later Vanessa pushed away from the table as she closed the magazine. Okay, she would be the first to admit it was a well-written article. As head of the public relations department at the Steele Corporation, she understood the importance of projecting a positive image, as well as a beneficial relationship with the public, and the article had definitely done that.

It showed a side of Cameron few probably got to see-his compa.s.sionate side. His philanthropic actions included establishing numerous foundations to help those less fortunate. Most of them Vanessa hadn't known about, but some, such as the Katrina Relief Fund, she was aware of; he had solicited her cousins' involvement in that particular project. Under Cameron's leadership and direction, several construction companies had rebuilt homes in New Orleans so the evacuees could return and reestablish their lives. According to the article, Cameron, acting as pilot, had gotten his private jet into the stricken city of New Orleans to provide aid and relief long before the federal government had arrived.

One thing the article hadn't focused on was how many companies Cody Enterprises had taken over in the past years, and how many people had lost their jobs because of those takeovers. There was no doubt in her mind that he was a man who liked being in total control, and he would handle any of his personal relationships the same way he handled his business.

Even when kissing her earlier today, he hadn't taken anything slowly. He had seen an opportunity and seized it. He had seen what he wanted and gone after it. With him there would be no compromise. It would be all or nothing, and only on his terms.

She walked around the house, pulling down the blinds. When she walked into the living room she couldn't help but stare at the roses. No doubt there was a purpose behind Cameron sending them. He probably a.s.sumed that this was the first step in breaking down her defenses, and that the next time he saw her she would be easier to bend his way. If that's what he thought, he definitely had another think coming.

She glanced out the window, realizing how much she'd missed spending any time on the beach today. Suddenly, the stubborn streak within her decided not to let Cameron's presence keep her from enjoying her time here. Tomorrow she would get up, pack a lunch and spend the day on the beach. She'd meant what she'd said when she'd told Cameron she wanted to be left alone.

Now she would see how good he was at following orders.

Chapter 5.

The man wasn't good at following orders, Vanessa concluded the very next morning when she opened the front door to find Cameron standing there. Evidently he hadn't taken her seriously.

"What do you want, Cameron? I thought I told you to stay away from me," she said glaring at him.

"You did and I recall telling you that I wouldn't."

He leaned against the bamboo post, seemingly completely at ease. She watched him slip his hands into the pockets of his shorts and wished he hadn't done that. It drew her attention to what he was wearing-a muscle shirt and a pair of denim shorts that emphasized his masculine physique. She touched her stomach when her inner muscles became achy, and released a moan.

"Are you okay?"

Her glare deepened. "No, I'm not okay. I don't like being hara.s.sed."

"And you think that's what I'm doing? Hara.s.sing you?"

"Yes."

"Then I need to use another approach."

"What you need to do is turn around, go back to your place and leave me alone."

He shook his head. "I can't do that. We need to talk."

Vanessa rolled her eyes. "We have nothing to talk about since I have nothing to say to you."

"But I have something to say to you. I'd like to offer you a business proposition."

Her eyes widened slightly before returning to angry slits. "A business proposition?"

"Yes. One where you'll be in full control and calling all the shots."

Before Vanessa's mind could take in what he had said and dissect what he meant, he added, "I think I need to clear something up right now, Vanessa, something you might have a.s.sumed. I'm not interested in a committed relationship...with anyone."

Now, that really threw her. Not that she was surprised he wasn't interested in a committed relationship, since most single men weren't. But it did leave her curious as to why he had been hot on her tail for the last three years. Or was it just as she'd thought? To him it had been a challenge, nothing more than a game he'd had every intention of winning.

Evidently he read the question in her eyes because he responded by saying, "The reason I've been pursuing you with such single-minded determination is that I think you're a very desirable woman and I want you. It's as simple as that."

She crossed her arms over her chest. Nothing with Cameron was ever simple. "So you bought a house just to be near me for a couple of weeks because you want want me?" me?"

"Yeah, and in a bad way. Three years' worth of wanting to be exact. I've dreamed of having you in my bed every night, and I figured it was time to turn my dreams into reality."

Although she wished it was otherwise, his words were having a naughty effect on her. Sensations, warm and tingly, began flowing all through her veins, and the salty air from the nearby ocean was getting replaced with his scent, a pungent fragrance that was all man.

"It won't happen," she said with conviction.

"What won't happen?"

"Me, you, together that way."

"I think it will, because you're a very pa.s.sionate woman, although it appears you keep all that pa.s.sion hidden. I would love to tap into it."

Hidden pa.s.sion that he wanted to tap into? She wondered what kind of alcohol he'd been drinking this morning. "Look, I have no idea what you're talking about." She decided not to tell him that she'd been told by one man just how pa.s.sionless she was.

"Then let me break everything down for you. Let me make my offer. One that you can accept or reject."

"And if I reject it?"

"Then I promise to leave you alone for the remainder of your stay here as you've requested. In fact, I'll make arrangements to fly back to the States. But I'm hoping that you will accept it."

"And if I do?"

"If you do, I will take you on the s.e.xual adventure of your life. Entertain old fantasies and create new ones. I plan to take us both over the edge, and when it's over, you'll go your way and I'll go mine, and I promise not to bother you again."

"Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that. My offer is that for the remainder of your days here, I will become your s.e.x mate while we indulge in all sorts of wild and wicked play time."

Vanessa felt her stomach fluttering again. Now she wished she'd had a taste of whatever alcohol he had consumed that morning. She needed it. What he was proposing-although similar in nature to what Sienna had suggested-was crazy, absolutely ludicrous, outright insane. Still, his words refused to stop swimming around in her mind, and, as he stood there on her front porch in the sunlight, looking more handsome than any man had a right to look, she was tempted. Boy, was she tempted.

Pulling on her last bit of control, she said, "And what makes you think I want a s.e.x mate?"

He took a step closer. "Your kiss. A man can tell a lot from a woman's kiss. Hunger, wariness, pain. I tasted all three. You want me as much as I want you. Being honest with yourself and admitting it is the first step. I can see it even now in your eyes, the heat, the yearning, the need."

He reached out and took her hand in his. Before she could pull it back, he rubbed his thumb across the underside of her wrist "Feel it here," he said of her pulse. "Your pa.s.sion points. They're beating like crazy and drumming out a message you've ignored too long."

She pulled her hand back. "It's all in your mind," she said, then moistened her lips when they suddenly felt dry.

"I don't think so and I'm willing to prove you wrong."

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't want you proving anything."

"Don't you? Let's move on to your wariness. I tasted that, too. You want me, but you don't fully trust me. You're confused about where I'm coming from and, more importantly, where I'm going when it's over. I think I've made it clear what I want out of a relationship with you. And it's not wedding bells. But then I'm sure you feel the same way."

Before she could respond he continued, "And last but not least, I tasted pain, which is why you probably find it hard to trust me or any other man. But that's okay. I plan to take the pain away and replace it with pleasure of the most intense kind. After me you won't even remember your last fling."

Vanessa studied Cameron carefully. She gazed back into the intense eyes staring at her and felt another tug of her inner muscles. They were getting achier by the minute. Four years was a long time and her body was letting her know it. What Cameron had said wasn't helping matters. He wanted her for a s.e.x mate. He wanted to tap into what he claimed was her hidden pa.s.sion.

"Think about my proposition, Vanessa, and if you're interested in what I'm proposing, meet me on the beach at noon. Like I said, I'll let you set the parameters and call the shots. Turning over total control to anyone isn't easy for me, but I'll do it because I want you that bad. I'll take you on any terms."

She swallowed the tightness in her throat. "And what happens after you've had me? What if you get tired of me after the first time?" She couldn't forget that Harlan had done exactly that.

Cameron's soft chuckle caressed her skin. "Trust me, that's not possible. I doubt I'll be tired of you after the first thousand years. But how long the affair lasts will be up to you, and I promise to adhere to your time frame."