Outrageous Proposal Part 1

Outrageous Proposal.

Sienna Valentine.

To all of my return fans, thanks for coming back and I hope to continue to entertain you.

To all of my new fans, thanks for giving this book a chance. If you enjoy it, I've attached a few of my other novels at the end as a bonus. Hopefully you'll give them a chance as well, and I can continue to write for you in the future as well!.

1.

Harrison.

"Ugh... b.l.o.o.d.y Christ."

The words dropped out of Harrison's mouth before he was aware of anything else except the pain. A cloudy hangover headache tumbled around his skull, pulsing, making his brain feel three times too big and about ten degrees too hot. He groaned and rolled over. The soothing cool of satin sheets beneath his bare, hot skin was a welcome sensation.

He kept his eyes clenched shut and tried to trick himself back to sleep, but it was no use; once he was awake, it was over, especially after he had drank as hard as he had the night before. Harrison sighed and opened his eyes. On the ceiling, reflections from the ocean water outside danced lightly, dim ribbons that would get brighter with the morning sun.

He heard a gentle moan next to him and turned to see his bed companion, still hard asleep against the white smooth pillow. She was gorgeous, thin, her skin a flawless golden tan. As shiny as her hair was, she probably never did it herself, she was too rich and dainty for that. As he watched the gentle rise and fall of her bare back and bony shoulders, Harrison thought with a half-smile: What was she called again? Tiffany? Theresa? Ah, well. She had been fun enough the night before, eager and willing to suck his c.o.c.k and spend the whole night f.u.c.king and drinking.

Not that it was hard for him to find those qualities, of course. That was the whole reason he even stayed on this island.

A tide of pain rushed through his head and Harrison groaned again, finally in too much pain to ignore it. He stumbled naked out of bed and into the penthouse suite bathroom. The woman's toiletries and extensive make-up supplies were scattered like chaotic stars across the black marble countertop, and among it all Harrison found a white bottle of ibuprofen. He quickly downed as many as he safely could, then closed the bathroom door to trap in the steam for the piping hot shower he was about to take.

He hadn't been under the steaming stream a few minutes before he saw a flesh-colored silhouette moving behind the frosted gla.s.s of the shower doors. One popped open, and the sleepy head of what's-her-name popped in. Her eyes were still tired and droopy, ringed black from the makeup she hadn't bothered to take off the night before. There was a lazy, l.u.s.tful smile on her full lips as she looked Harrison's naked body up and down.

His c.o.c.k wasted no time springing to life. "Morning, love. See something you like?" He stroked himself twice as he smiled meaningfully at her.

The young woman licked her lips, needing no more invitation than that. "Mmm, something I like a lot."

"The water's just right," said Harrison, reaching out a wet hand to brush along her breast and erect nipple.

The headache very quickly became a secondary priority. Besides, didn't o.r.g.a.s.ms help them? He was sure he had read that somewhere, and used it on a woman once or twice before as well. That at least made him a charitable cad, if a cad regardless.

The woman slipped into the shower with him, pressing her naked flesh up against Harrison's. Her skin was still warm from the bedsheets, and Harrison slipped his hands all along it as she breathed heavily against his neck. He attacked her mouth with a ravenous kiss just as his hands reached up to squeeze both of her big, beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her responding touch felt like magic as they skimmed over the lines of his muscular chest and arms. His c.o.c.k, rubbing up against her wet, tight belly, was so hard it hurt.

But she knew exactly what he wanted. She pulled away from his mouth and kissed her way down his neck, chest, and abs, slowly dropping to her knees on the shower floor. Without any ceremony, she wrapped her hot lips around the pulsing head of his nine-inch c.o.c.k and swallowed half of it down her throat. Harrison exhaled audibly and tangled both his hands in her hair.

"f.u.c.k yes, baby," he rasped. She hummed around his shaft in response.

When Harrison looked down, he saw the delicious view of her beautiful mouth stuffed with his c.o.c.k, as well as her own delicate hand flitting between her legs, getting herself off at the same time. It was almost too much. She was far, far dirtier than he remembered from the night before, but he wasn't about to complain. Instead, he figured he would find out just how dirty she was.

Tightening the grasp he had on her hair, Harrison began to f.u.c.k her face, holding her head tightly in his hands as he pushed his hips towards her. She only seemed to get more turned on by this, whimpering against the skin of his c.o.c.k, sucking harder against it with every back-stroke.

He wasn't going to last long at this rate. She was just too d.a.m.n good at what she was doing.

"I never want to take my c.o.c.k out of your throat," he told her in a breathy groan.

She sounded like she was getting close to her own o.r.g.a.s.m, and his dirty talk only seemed to make it worse. One hand on her c.l.i.t, the other wrapped around his legs and a.s.s to hold herself steady, she took him as deep as she could before starting to gag. Only then did she pull back slightly, her saliva lubricating everything as it spilled over the head of his c.o.c.k and around the edge of her lips.

That was it. Her talented mouth pushed him to the brink, and he came with a hard growl. Yanking his rigid c.o.c.k out of her mouth at the last second, he watched in o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss as it spurted all over her face and t.i.ts. The woman's o.r.g.a.s.m followed his immediately, manicured nails gripping painfully into his leg as she shuddered. Harrison put his c.o.c.k head back into her moaning mouth just a bit as she did, and smiled when she greedily sucked at it, waves of ecstasy still shaking her beautiful body.

"You're something else, you know that?" he said to her. "Better clean yourself up."

She sighed with a contented smile, and took his offered hand to stand up in the shower stream and rinse his c.u.m off of her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, pressing her body into his. "How about we don't leave the room today?" she said in a throaty voice. "I can make you c.u.m as many times as you can get there."

Harrison did his best not to sigh and roll his eyes. They always wanted him to stay, no matter how many times he told them the night before that he wouldn't. He really did try to be the least-douchiest version of himself possible, up front and honest about his expectations. But even at this resort, a place set aside for uninhibited and unattached hedonism, he still found the same trappings of the regular world: people who didn't want to listen when they didn't like what they heard.

"Afraid that's not going to work for me, love," he said. "I've told you, today isn't my day off."

She gave him an exaggerated, pouty frown that some bloke at some point had found attractive, he was sure, but one that did nothing to change his own feelings about her. The little girl act got old quickly. He didn't have time for it. "Are you sure you can't stay?" She nuzzled her face into the side of his.

"I'm sure," he said with a gentle smile. "Maybe I'll catch up with you later tonight." He was lying, but he was good at it, so she only grinned happily and kissed him in response.

He made quick work of the shower after that, getting the smell of sweat and her p.u.s.s.y off his skin. After he stepped out, he carefully picked through the maelstrom of fabric and bedding that was the penthouse suite to find the clothing he had come in with the night before: board shorts, undershirt, b.u.t.ton-up, boxer-briefs, sandals.

Through the haze of his memory, he did recall that the night had been wild, but apparently it had been wilder than he remembered, judging by the state of the room. He tried to recall exactly what bar he had met the woman in, and whether it had been he or she who decided they should start hitting the Sambuca. There seemed to be too many bras floating around the room, and in different sizes. Harrison hoped he remembered what that was all about later, because there certainly wasn't another set of un-bound t.i.ts in the room. At least one partner had snuck off before the morning.

She stood in the bathroom doorway in a silk kimono, the robe half-open to tease her luscious body, watching him get dressed. "Maybe dinner?" she tried, as he pulled the second of his sandals on.

Harrison looked over and gave her a half-smile. "We'll see about that. I've got quite a bit on my plate today with work, but thank you again for the smashing evening." He stood and gave her a peck on the cheek, laying one hand gently on her hip. Before she could turn it into a real embrace, he pulled away and left the penthouse. It wasn't until the door closed behind him that he finally let out the sigh he'd been holding back.

She was probably going to be trouble, whatever her name was. He should have known better than to drink Sambuca. He always did stupid s.h.i.t whenever he drank Sambuca. For starters, his finely-tuned ability to detect crazy p.u.s.s.y flew right out the window, and he wound up in the suite of women who would crush his whole vibe for however many days they were supposed to be at the resort.

He decided he would bribe the rest of the staff to make sure he never went for the Sambuca again, no matter what. It would be worth the small fortune it would cost him.

Truthfully, though, he was sure some of them would probably do it simply for the pleasure of denying him something and potentially watching him beg for it. All without the fear of later reprisal for holding it back.

Harrison made his way down the hotel hallway towards the north bank of lifts. It was early enough that most of the guests were still sleeping off their own wild nights and creeping hangovers. In fact, this time of day was probably the quietest the resort ever got. All he could hear was the gentle roar of the ocean tide coming from the open windows at the end of the hallway, and the soft voiceless Muzak playing from hidden speakers overhead. The curtains fluttered in the sea breeze, and suddenly all he could think about was grabbing coffee and getting out in to the fresh ocean air, a certain cure for what was left of his headache.

The lift chimed and he stepped inside the empty car to head down to the first floor lobby. Leaning against the gold bannister, he pulled his phone from his pocket. The battery was nearly dead, but he pulled up his emails anyway, to make sure there were no second-tier emergency alerts from maintenance. After a few spam messages, and more than a few messages from women, he spotted one that made his heart stop.

From: George Moore.

Re: the Future.

Harrison, Your mother and I are very pleased to hear your news, though I do wish this had been done over a more personal mode of communication. I've decided to put off the acquisition meetings and stop by the resort instead to have a sit down about your new plans. We will see you in a few days.

Harrison blinked, and read the email again. He waited patiently for something to wake him up from his nightmare, but nothing did.

"Um, terribly sorry, can you repeat that?" he said to his phone, as if it would reply. What was his father talking about? What plans, what news? His father hadn't visited Bali in five years, and that was exactly the way Harrison liked it.

Panicking he pulled up the "sent" emails from his folder. Waiting there at the top of the feed was the original email his father had been replying to, t.i.tled "the Future". A black dread filled Harrison's gut as he opened it up and slowly recognized his own stupid Sambuca-poisoned words: Father, I've decided you were right, and I want to run the family business in the proper manner you desire. Tell mother I have found my future wife, and she has shown me the kind of future I want. After the wedding, you and I can sit down and talk about the future of the resort.

Harrison.

2.

Clarice.

Bali.

Clarice could barely believe how gorgeous the little island paradise looked from the windows of the private jet. It was like a glowing emerald jewel rising from the crystal sea. The sun sparkled on the water so bright that it was like being in a dream. Less than twelve hours ago she had been waiting on a curb in New York in the dark early morning twilight. Now here she was on the other side of the world, cruising high over coral reefs and lush volcanic islands.

Trudy hadn't been kidding when she said this was going to be the trip of a lifetime.

"See? She's not even nervous, now," said Liz from the seat next to Clarice's. "Champagne fixes everything." She patted Clarice's knee with a giggle and gave her a wink.

"I was distracted," said Clarice, as she turned from the window with a mock angry look. "By the gorgeous view all of you are missing, by the way."

"But the champagne didn't hurt, right?" laughed Liz as she sipped at her own gla.s.s of bubbly. The girls had been drinking it nonstop, all the way across the glittering blue expanse of the Pacific. Initially in the first-cla.s.s commercial cabin that had brought them from New York, and now again, in this small but lavish cruiser meant to take them to their secluded resort. Even though it was so much smaller, the interior of the cabin felt like being inside of a tiny, plush pearl, all cozy and luxurious.

Clarice had to shrug. The morning buzz was nice. "Touche. We are on vacation, I suppose."

"To be honest, the only view I'm interested in is the view of some beautiful shirtless bros on the beach," said Sophie from across the narrow aisle. She rapped some knuckles on her window. "Plus, it's just ocean out here on my side. I can't see s.h.i.t."

"Thanks for this, ladies," said Clarice with a sigh and a smile. Muscles loosened throughout her body. "Sorry I fought you so hard, but now I think this was a really good idea."

"Of course, it was my idea," said Trudy from next to Sophie. Trudy was closer to Clarice than any of the girls, and she leaned forward to meet her best friend's eyes with a witty smirk. "I know what my girl needs, and girl, you need this."

The girls had refused to let Clarice partic.i.p.ate in any of the planning of the trip. Having known them since high school, she knew there was no point in trying to stop any of them individually - never mind when they all ganged up - and so she tried her best to go with the flow, despite the anxiety in her muscles that just wouldn't fully fly away.

But it was just a matter of time, she hoped. "Who doesn't need some time on a beach?" she mused.

"Oh, it's not just that!" said Sophie in a sing-song voice as she flipped through a leftover magazine. She let out a little squeak when Trudy elbowed her in the shoulder and shushed her.

Clarice narrowed her eyes at all three of them. Liz only averted her eyes and tried not to burst into a smile, but she was too buzzed to pull it off.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Clarice. The way the girls had been giggling amongst each other since they picked her up bright and early this morning, she knew they were up to something. They'd been friends for far too long for shenanigans like that to work. Clarice thought it was adorable that any of them thought they could hide anything from one another anymore.

But knowing something was up and getting it out of them, well, those were two different challenges. This whole trip had been one big mystery. Trudy had only told Clarice when to schedule her vacation with work, and refused to tell her anything more or let her help with the plans. "You need this," Trudy had said, her hands on Clarice's shoulders, when Clarice had tried to protest all the unnecessary mystery. "Just trust me."

"Nothing!" said Sophie, her eyes bright and smiling with the secret. "Only that maybe... they will have... taco carts on the beach? Wouldn't that be great?"

"Taco carts?" said Clarice with a scoff. "In Indonesia?"

"Hey, this is a global civilization we're living in," said Trudy. "I'm sure the Balinese are very cultured on the ways of tacos, enchiladas..."

"Literally none of you are fooling me, you know. I know you're up to something and I'm going to figure out what the deal is with you b.i.t.c.hes," said Clarice, narrowing her eyes and pointing her finger slowly at all three of them. "Just you wait."

The girls pursed their lips and exchanged glances, giggles bursting like air bubbles through their closed mouths. Soon all four of them started laughing, too buzzed and high from the travel excitement to contain it. Trudy waved the nice blonde stewardess over for another round of champagne and together they clinked their gla.s.ses together.

"To vacation," said Clarice.

"To the future," added Trudy.

"To hot men!" said Sophie.

"h.e.l.l, I'm just here for the booze," said Liz with a laugh.

It was a short van ride from the tiny local airport, used mostly by private planes, to the resort that Trudy had found for the trip. The ride itself was stunning as the van wound around the island's outer curves, hugging the beach where perfect palm trees swayed in the warm Pacific wind. Beautiful tanned bodies mingled in the glittering white sands.

This side of the island was almost nothing but resorts and hotels of varying quality, but it was hard to imagine any spot would be bad in this paradise. The sun shone down in beaming rays that Clarice found hard not to smile into.

"This place is going to be amazing," Trudy said to the girls, turning around from the pa.s.senger seat. "The resort purchased the parcels of land around the buildings so that it's extra private, plus it preserves the ecology for hikes and such. And we won't be sharing our beach with anybody who isn't at our resort."

Liz whistled softly, watching the green jungle race by her window. "It does sound pretty fancy."

"Worth every penny," said Sophie. "They have stores, restaurants, a full-service spa, I can't wait. Ugh. We've been working so hard on the October issue that I haven't even had time to get a manicure." She frowned at her nails.

"We all need this," said Clarice, and she meant it. "I haven't been on a vacation since..." Since she broke up with Tanner, she was going to say, but she didn't want to say his stupid name. That it constantly repeated in her head like a tragic Greek chorus was already bad enough. "Well, it's been a while."

"This is going to be a new beginning for all of us, ladies," said Trudy with a triumphant and full sigh from the front seat. "A reset b.u.t.ton on the last s.h.i.tty year."

"Amen," said Liz. "I am determined to go one full school year without getting puked on, starting now."

"Your job sounds so gross," said Sophie with a squished nose.

Liz opened her mouth to argue, but she shrugged instead. "Nah, you're right, it is gross."

Listening to them banter made Clarice extra happy. It seemed like it had been forever since they had all been together on a trip like this. Every minute that pa.s.sed made her realize how badly she really needed the recharge.

Trudy wasn't kidding about the privacy of the resort, Clarice discovered. The van had to be led through a patrolled security gate before heading slowly down a smooth paved boulevard, lined with highly manicured foliage and symmetrically planted palm trees. The flowers in bloom were unlike anything Clarice had ever seen, and she could already smell them from the vehicle's open windows. Sea birds cawed in the distance, and somewhere on the wind, the smell of smoking spiced meat flowed.

Stepping out of the van at the resort lobby was like sensory overload. Warm sunshine and wind, the sound of the ocean, the smell of the fresh island, all of it combined to instantly light up the faces of all four women while they stood together in a gaggle, watching handsome young bellhops collect and organize their luggage. The soft fabric of Clarice's sundress spun around her legs, as if the place was welcoming her with a warm, sunny embrace.