Chapter 1

Damon Walter needed a woman.

Not just any woman, though. He needed a babe. Luxuriously blonde. Definitely sultry.

Naturally beautiful. And the blowsier the better.

It wouldn't hurt if she wore a sexy bikini either, he thought with a ghost smile. But he wasn't going to keep on dreaming, he needed one as soon as possible.

He called an almost familiar line, a close by girl would be good anyways.

"Stella's Escort service," A voice said on the other end of the line.

Damon grinned. If the other woman who came was as promising as the voice on the phone, he would be out of here by sundown.

"I'd like the service on one of your escorts this afternoon."

"Certainly sir," the voice spoke again. "Whatever your heart desires."

What his heart desired was to be five thousand miles away from his father's long island mansion, but he knew that wasn't what the woman on the phone had in mind. Still, she could be helping him get there, so he gave the receptionist an idea of the sort of escort he wanted.

"A flagrant sort of woman?" She said doubtfully when he finished.

"In your face," Damon agreed cheerfully. "Over the top. Definitely not subtle. You know what I mean?"

"Uh, well," the receptionist said, though she still sounded a little doubtful. Then her business sense won. "I'm sure we have just the woman. I'll send her right out."

Damon gave her the address

"I'm in the caretaker's cottage behind the main house. There's a party going on by the pool, but it's perfectly alright if she comes straight up the main drive and walks past them."

Damon looked out at the group of partiers on the patio behind the main house —particularly at his stubborn, strait-laced father, who was carrying a footstool for Julie, his pregnant young wife — and flexed his shoulders in anticipation. The weight of his confinement eased slightly. He'll soon let go of this anticipation.

"Yes sir. I'll tell her. And I'm sure she would do just what you want her to, Mr. Walter," the receptionist assured him.

"Sure" Damon agreed with a sign of satisfaction in his voice "I'm sure she will,"

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It was actually close to forty-five minutes before he heard the knock on the cottage door. The knock he had been waiting for. It was a short rap. Brisk and nonsense. Not especially sultry. But then it was totally impossible to sound sultry in a knock. Damon slapped himself mentally.

Maybe the gardener had stopped her when she came up the drive, suspecting she was lost. She would hardly look like one of those guests coming to his stepmother's baby shower! Damon grinned again and finished stuffing the last gear into a duffel, he'd better be ready to leave before his father threw him out.

If he'd been able to drive, he'd have been gone long before this. But a car accident following one of the sharpest arguments with his father a month ago left him with a cast on the bus leg that limited his ability to move around. It had given his father the chance he wanted — to nail Damon down until he could lift him into working for Walter's international.

Not in your life, Damon thought now, as he thought every time the subject came up. There would be six feet of snow in hell first.

He hauled himself out of his chair to answer the door, thinking that if, in fact, old Thomas the gardener had stopped the lady, it would be much better.

He would be one more person shocked at Damon's disrespectful behavior. But Damon didn't care, he didn't give a flying fuck. To be honest, though, Damon doubted it. After thirty years in the employment of the Walter family, Thomas was the least shocked by anything anybody did.

It didn't matter anyways. It was his father he wanted to shock, his father he wanted to anger, not the long suffering Thomas. It was even too bad he would horrify all those women fawning and fluttering around his gorgeous stepmother, but that was just tough.

Damon was used to being the subject of titters and gossip. He'd cultivated it once he found out how it infuriated his old man. And if people didn't have anything better to do than fret about other people's problems, it wasn't his business.

Glancing occasionally at the window he waited for the escort. He heard a knock.

He jumped to open it.

He gritted his teeth.

She wasn't a babe.

She wasn't even blonde – or not very. Her hair was brown, but not dark, a deep honey color, long pulled back into a french plait. She wasn't blousy at all. She didn't look sultry,either. Her eyes were the only commendable thing he saw that amazed him, now.

Still, she looked no more than a high school girl. But she had nice curves, he'll give her that.

If this was what Stella escort services, called "sultry", they should be banned for illegal services.

Damon looked past her to see if anyone had noticed her come in. But none of the guests were interested in anything other than his stepmother's baby shower.

But — Damin smiled proudly to himself— his father noticed.

His old man looked curious. He stood apart from the woman, his body was turned towards the group sitting around the table where his wife was still opening gifts.

His Dad wasn't interested in those. His attention was towards the cottage.

Good.

It would have been better though if she was blowsy and sultry, but at least she was a woman. That alone could rile his old man up.

Putting in his best bad boy smirk.

"It's about time," He said to her. "but at least you got here." His voice gave nothing but anticipation.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Damon didn't have time for that. He was too eager.

"Come and show me what's under that innocent look darling," Saying this he hauled her in his arms and kissed her.

While all this was going on, the cottage door was open.

Looking above her ear he saw his father's jaw drop. His eyes literally bugged. If he'd been closer he could bet his Dad's eyes were rolling.

He wanted to cheer himself up so bad. Instead he made use of the opportunity. Wrapping his arms around her waist, she turned out to be more tempting than he'd expected. He slid his tongue through her parted lips as he gripped her ass and grinded his body against hers.

At first it was a stiff and unwilling body. A body that matched the hard girl attitude she was forming.

She changed. She melted like ice into the kiss. She moaned softly which turned Damon on fire. Damon was surprised at the sudden change but he was happy, his wish was getting fulfilled.

And then, she bit him!