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We were only inches away from hundreds of people, but the dark glass concealed us and made me feel reckless. He tries to turn the topic and Upon meeting Eva, Gideon has a singular goal and a very straight forward approach: Instead, I hopped up to sit directly in front of his chair. Get it out. Or else I was just starving.
Does she give him a swift kick which he so rightly deserves? Also she was the one who said that she did not want a relationship,only sex. So does she give him a chance to make up??? She runs. Gideon runs after her and apologizes again. This goes on again and again and again But really their idiocy crosses the normal level the night Eva tells Gideon about the sexual abuse she had to endure when she was a child. Then she becomes upset to see pity and horror in his eyes,not lust. Really,she has just told the man who may not recognize it yet but in reality loves her fiercely,that she had been a victim of sexual abuse for 4 years and what was he supposed to do???
Jump her. Well to stop her from leaving,Gideon does exactly that. Still,at night when Gideon has another of his terrifying,somehow sexually related nightmare it might be that he too was a victim of sexual abuse ,Eva asks him to tell her about that. He tries to turn the topic and This time Gideon lets her go. Eva too does not approach him. First,she thinks to herself feeling hurt -- "He does not want to share his past with me. Well,that's a deal breaker for me. She has not tried to approach me.
I'll try and let her go.. Well it goes on and on and on like this Eva runs,Gideon comes after her and they have sex and make up and then something else occurs,Eva runs, By the end I was literally banging my head! Well that's all View all 69 comments. To give credit where credit is due, Sylvia Day is not E. Her grammar is good, she varies her sentence structures and, although her propensity for purple prose is at times off-putting, she's a competent wordsmith. That being said, I would not want to imply there was anything remotely literary about this book.
There isn't. Which is a shame, because someone should start writing literary er I decided to read Bared To You because it was sold as a well-written version of Fifty Shades of Grey. Which is a shame, because someone should start writing literary erotica again. It was certainly gratifying to discover that at least this heroine wasn't a year old virgin who'd never masturbated.
However, like FSOG, it casts improbably young people in improbably mature situations. Eva is 22, a recent graduate who has landed a job at an ad agency in Manhattan with little to recommend her. She lives in an apartment with a wine fridge and a bi-sexual roommate who tucks bottles of Cristal on ice for her as a favour. Gideon Cross is a year old billionaire who seems to own half of Manhattan.
I have to admit to being puzzled by the choice of age of the characters, both in this novel and in 50 Shades, until I realized that there is no way the litany of contrived conflicts in the plot would work with even marginally mature grown-ups.
It takes characters with hair-trigger reactions, non-existent impulse control and an expectation that your lover comes to you without a past to make the plot move forward. Just like 50 Shades, the story jerks spasmodically along from emo moment to sex scene to emo moment like pawns doggedly inching their way across a chessboard of adolescent over-reactions. The sex is interestingly written. He's either going down on her repeatedly, or gasping out lovelorn remarks like 'your cunt's so tight'.
Well, she's I'm not sure how this goes down with the mommy consumers of mommy porn. Does it remind them to redouble their kegel exercise efforts, or do they resign themselves to saving their pennies for a vaginoplasty?
Still, I'm unsure whether it's the sex that is supposed to get you off or the conspicuous consumption. The book is littered with brand names. An ever-present materialism thrums like drone through the whole novel and is eerily reminiscent of Bret Easton Ellis's psychopaths obsession with brand names. Along with the consumerism is an unvarying textual obeisance to the buff, ripped, perfect body.
No one in this novel has any flaws. No one is plump, no one is bony, no one has acne, no one has visible scars. No one has a single physical shortcoming. It's a world of Calvin Klein ad models, toned and photogenicly sheened in odorless sweat, fucking on the immaculately decorated set of a feature piece for Vogue.
Their perfect bodies might be read as an ironic juxtaposition to their myriad emotional scars. But probably not. It has the heavy taint of soap opera about it: There is a supporting cast of the mildly villainous and the long-sufferingly loyal to provide that friction: Puppets to adorn the rococo melodrama. Don't mistake me. There is actually a very compelling and rather serious plot beneath the glutinous and facile emo soup. Perhaps I'm just not the right sort of woman to read these types of books.
I don't need my fiction strewn with glossy images of super-rich lifestyles, impossibly sculpted bodies, decorated with brand products, or have my fictional mental traumas used to such transparently sensational plot-driven ends.
The explicit sex doesn't compensate for the number of times I rolled my eyes while reading this. I miss reading stories about adults. Finally, I am quickly recognizing the blatantly mercenary strategy for publishers to manipulate readers into buying into a whole series by shoddily and abruptly ending the first book. Both this book and FSOG used this strategy. It is a supreme comment on how publishers - even the big ones like Random House and Penguin - have become nothing more than Mall-Chain discount sellers.
No wonder they are quickly loosing their legitimacy as arbiters of good fiction. View all 29 comments. Fell short of my expectations. I really wanted to like this book. The first few chapters held promise for me. I felt as though it was well written and had good dialogue. I assumed it would be everything I was searching for in my next read but, for me, it fell short. My biggest issues were being unable to connect with Gideon at all, and I didn't find that the characters ever came alive.
I never felt that the book expla Fell short of my expectations. I never felt that the book explained what made Eva so different in Gideon's eyes or why he had an immediate obsession with her. They used sex instead of talking through their horrific issues, and it seemed to fix everything and nothing at the same time. I don't mind a steamy read -- but I have to be emotionally connected to a story in order to appreciate it, and with this book, I just wasn't.
I know there is a sequel, which obviously will explain more of Gideon's character, but I just hate finishing an entire book feeling as though I don't know one of the lead characters. Book Stats: Fairly weak and unconvincing. Tormented and damaged. Alpha hero. Skimmed the surface of an in-depth storyline. Well-written and expressive. First person: Left open for more story.
View all 53 comments. This is a sophisticated, provocative, titillating, highly erotic, sexually driven read and is extremely well done. The title fits the book in more ways than one. It not only applies to the sexual nature of the book, but how Eva and Gideon give of themselves to one each other in body, mind, heart and soul. Eva is a smart, self-assured woman who finds herself drawn to the charismatic, enigmatic Gideon.
Their relationship is initially based solely on sex, but their connection is so po 5 Big Stars! Their relationship is initially based solely on sex, but their connection is so powerful, that they are overwhelmed with the need to be with one another. Most times their dates, rendezvous, encounters…whatever, result in some very primal raw sex.
The two of them are insatiable, especially Gideon, who takes it to a level with Eva that leaves her completely undone. Gideon is all about giving pleasure and then saving his for last. The misting fan could not compete with his exuberant bouts of sex, yet, none of this ever felt dirty, but necessary for the two of them.
Much of this has to do with the fact that Eva and Gideon are tormented from past trauma and this is a form of healing for them. So, as the book came to its conclusion the story of Eva and Gideon did not. I was satisfied enough that I could leave them for a while, but I need to know how this all plays out, and that my friends will remain to be seen…hopefully in October!
In the meantime I can't recommend this book enough, you will run the gambit of emotions while you join Eva and Gideon on their quest to find themselves and each other. This is my Gideon I know he doesn't have blue eyes, but the rest Just my thoughts on this matter!
There is no doubt that EL James is a gifted author, but Sylvia Day is a talented, skilled writer and has written an exceptional book.
So, if I had to choose between the two…Bared to You Crossfire by Brandon Flowers http: Hermosos y perfectos los dos, pero ambos esconden pasados abusivos. Gideon Cross, dark-haired, blue-eyed, 28, owner of half NY!?! Beautiful and perfect both, but both hide abusive pasts. When they know each other they have the feeling of belonging, but their past will not be easy. In what they will not have any problem is in the sex because they have a tremendous chemistry.
The name of the book not only has to do with physical nudity which exists in excess in the book but how Eva presents herself to Gideon and teaches him everything that she is and tells him about her past.
It's an erotic book, but with an interesting story. Hot, passionate and totally addictive read. The chemistry between Eva and Gideon, explodes on the page. They are made for each other. They're not perfect, as they have their own issues to deal with. But as they work themselves through it, you'll be taken on an emotional ride like no other. Wow, what a ride! Gideon If you want a great story with a lot of heat, you can't go wrong with this book.
Loved it! View all 54 comments. Aug 23, Jessica Edwards rated it liked it Shelves: What to say? Bared to you centers around Eva Tramell, a twenty four year old woman who is a survivor of childhood sexual abuse.
Eva finds it extremely hard at times to overcome this past, but she is drawn to young, billionaire Gideon Cross as soon as she meets him. It is later revealed in the book that Gideon is also a childhood sexual abuse survivor. The two must find a way to heal each other in order to move on from their pasts and establish a healthy romantic relationship.
I used to love What to say? I used to love reading books about hot men who are playboys, but if I'm being honest, it now bores me because this kind of story is being repeated all the time. I've actually had enough! Like I want something different for once! Not the same thing being repeated multiple freaking times! Can you tell I'm frustrated with this!? In this book, when I saw that a sex scene was coming up, I skipped all the pages and sighed to myself saying, 'Yup, another one.
And with this series I thought after Entwined with you The men in these series really have a problem, like how many times do you need to get laid I don't know maybe I'm just not in the mood to read this kind of genre anymore View all 5 comments. In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You.
As far as I can judge, Bared to You is a sensitive topic because it's already related to Fifty. Frankly, it's not my intention to start a turmoil by writing a negative review. When I'm reviewing a book I want to be able to write about my feelings. I want to be honest, and a review should always reflect my emotions why I didn't like a book. Naturally it's the same the other way In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You.
Naturally it's the same the other way round. With that said, I'm trying to write my reviews in an open and respectable manner.
I know this is not always possible--sometimes we get out of line. We all know that tastes and opinions tend to differ. And that's all right--that's the beauty of books. Bared to You did not work at all for me for numerous reasons.
My rating would have been very low and I'll be honest when I'm gonna say that my review would have been the opposite of flattering. Even though I'm happy for those readers who loved the book, I demand that you respect my point of view as well when I say this was a bad book for me.
Needless to say that I don't get the hype. Funny thing is while reading Bared to You I never got the Fifty vibes. Bared to You is a different book but I didn't like it all the same. Personally, I think the book benefits in a major way of the fact that many readers have rec'd it to Fifty devotees. Again, it's all right and it's nothing that will compromise my reading life in a severe way. Anyone who is seriously interested to know why the story didn't work for me may send me a message, and I will outline my issues.
Kristen Ashley has written something very beautiful. I borrowed it from her book Golden Trail: We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone. You get a good one, you may even find what you need. Anyway, I'm off to the next one. Bared to You was kindly provided by NetGalley.
View all 68 comments. Oh well, it is what it is, right? Here are my thoughts about Bared to You. While I agree, the writing was much more polished, I was surprised at how similar the stories are and how unremarkable this one is overall. And sadly, as in the Fifty books, Eva, the heroine in this story, has completely emasculated him, in my opinion. Another issue I have with this story is a sex scene towards the end that just didn't add up. To avoid spoilers I won't go into details, but will just say it was too soon, too wrong for their circumstances, and not sexy considering said circumstances.
Unfortunately, I found Bared to You to be so similar to Fifty Shades of Grey that rather than enjoy this story, I kept being distracted and annoyed by the similarities. The bottom line: The most disappointing part of this story is that I know what Sylvia Day is capable of, and it's better than this. It's almost as though she and her friends were sitting around bashing Fifty and someone dared her to write the same story, but better.
Well, it's the same story, just not 'better. I can't empathize the anal rape of a boy and its effect on the man. I am not an expert, but I have personal experience with abuse. The abused all come out different, react differently and are affected, differ Warning: The abused all come out different, react differently and are affected, differently.
That said, what cajones of this author to deal with such issues. Eva Trammell is an extremely jealous woman who has abuse issues and finds herself deeply, sexually attracted to Gideon Cross in an elemental and, purely, raw way. Of course, Eva must fight this, as this kind of behavior is borderline the same behavior of the tormentor from her past, who abused her. But homegirl doesn't hold out long, and soon Eva and Cross are going at it.
But wait, not to forget that in some way which, annoyingly, is never revealed Gideon is as much a survivor of raw abuse as Eva, and his trauma affects him in his sleep, which makes it dangerous for Eva to sleep with him. Enough issues for you yet? How about this? These two are convinced they love each other, but the minute Eva gets deeper into Cross's life, his past affairs and his society, she runs or breaks down at the first sign of trouble.
And every time this happens, there's the chase, except the one time when we get the sense that Gideon Cross has something hidden that makes him too ashamed of himself to keep his pursuit.
Further, add in secondary characters of a similarly traumatized gay best friend who takes out his frustrations in orgies, the techy, stalker mom and her filthy rich I-know-everything husband.
There's more, and there's not. The story ends with no resolution or epiphanies I wanted Going to therapy is mentioned but never highlighted.
It is just Eva and her equally-issued paramour still hanging on to each other, survivors of mental destruction. Hence, therapy, decision-making and some much needed interventions! Potential headnod for the possible redemption in character development and plot direction that could be taken just from the abuse and reparation aspect alone. Maybe not LOL Update: June view spoiler [, I tried the second book. Still, no dice. This series is not for me.
To each his or her own. View all 23 comments. Feb 13, Clumsy Storyteller rated it it was ok Shelves: Re-read it recently and couldn't believe that this was one of my favorites 2 years ago. View all 38 comments. I need that for this couple! Coming October is the second installment and I can hardly wait.
Deeper in You. View all 37 comments. Bared to you book 1. Follow them through sky-high ups and rock-bottom lows as their relationship is tested with demons from their pasts, envy, jealousy, secrets and lies.
Yet their biggest obstacles will always come from within. Books in the Crossfire series must be read in order: Book 1: Bared to You Book 2: Reflected in You Book 3: Entwined with You Book 4: Captivated by You Book 5: One with You Bared to you book 1 , follows Gideon and Eva from their first meeting.
Upon meeting Eva, Gideon has a singular goal and a very straight forward approach: Their budding romance is electrifying, beautifully depicted with plenty of sinfully steamy sex scenes. But they are wounded souls with much to overcome; vindictive villains, surprises and shockers. Their against-all-odds love was just as spellbinding to read this third time around.
Book 1 does not have a cliff-hanger ending, instead is leads you right to book 2 for the continuation of their saga. Gideon Cross is my ultimate hero. His combination of larger-than life personality and uncanny good looks; enigmatic and elusive; intense and in-control; broken and flawed; ruthless and unyielding, yet when it came to his Eva vulnerable, relentless and human. He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.
I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking. Unforgettable, intense, ruthless, enigmatic, dominant and captivating. Like it or not, but Eva Tramell is everything Gideon needed. Five words to describe Eva: Endearing, needy, tenacious, smart and fragile. In my humble opinion likely to become one of the best love stories of all times! Would I re-read this series: Would I read future books by this author: View all 73 comments.
This Review is a Warning Label and a Rave! I was going to edit this to tone down the snark factor, but it still felt right the next day, so I am keeping it. Note to those who hate erotica, are disgusted by the Fifty series, think Fifty was a psychopath because he was possessive, This Review is a Warning Label and a Rave! Please do not read this book. You will likely find all kinds of things to dislike about this book as well and will trash it in your reviews also.
So again, I would like to encourage you not to read it in the first place really tempted to add the word, "duh" here. Even if this book becomes sooooo popular that you feel "compelled" to read it because of the "hype".
Even then. Don't do it. Trust me. I know, I know But stay calm. Control yourself. Don't let your twitchy finger hit that one-click just yet! You know, I'm trying to help you avoid that thing you did with Fifty when you read it and HATED it- exactly the way you knew you were going to when you read the other reviews that described, in detail, all the kinds of things you would hate about it ahead of time You know?
So let me be clear: My warning is for the readers who made the decision to read the Fifty series based on 5-star reviews and popularity who moved out of their genre, taste or reading level to do that. Then they trashed it. Trashing a book because it is out of your taste range and deals with subject matter you would normally find toxic or unappealing is redonk behavior.
Okay, that said, let's move on the raving portion of our program: As I mentioned, Bared to You is amazing, gripping, and sexy. It is clearly a nod to Fifty and distills that series which was hugely flawed as it was written by an amateur, neophyte author and re-works it into a polished, well-paced, engaging story with a similar, but unique storyline.
The writing here is excellent. Not because it's poetic or lush or any of that, but because it is clean and efficient and didn't get in my way, ever.
The story and characters are the stars of the show. They are riveting. The narrative is about two very flawed, emotionally scarred people, both victims of childhood sexual abuse and explores their process of working out the emotional and relational "issues" that arise as they participate in this highly-charged, sexual relationship with one another.
The characters feel co-dependent at times and things get pretty intense and cra-cra several times. If you need your characters to be good boys and girls, to remain emotionally stable throughout the narrative and to never pose a risk to the other at any time or ever engage in unstable behavior, stay away. That said, the characters do not tie each other up he may tell her to hold onto something and not let go a few times, but he never binds her and they do not physically punish one another well, except the mighty slap.
Just sayin'. Can't wait for the next book! As reviewed for: People were going crazy over it! I was hooked in the first chapter. Eva Tramell, a 24 year old new graduate has moved to New York City with her best friend, Cary a bisexual man to be closer to her mom and stepfather. She has a new job in the Crossfire Building at an advertising agency. The day before she starts her new job, she stops Update: The day before she starts her new job, she stops by the office and literally crashes into Gideon Cross, who at years old, is a billionaire business mogul, owner of the building she works in and the most gorgeous man Eva has ever laid eyes on.
It borders on unhealthy and crosses over that line a time or two.
He has women that he sleeps with and women that are his friends and never the twain shall meet. Eva is not opposed to a friends with benefits arrangement, but wants a little more than a business transaction. So begins the chase. Eva tries to hold out, but Gideon uses every one of his considerable resources to win her over. This borders on stalking which really bothers Eva because her mother is already ignoring the boundaries Eva has set in her life.
Eventually Gideon wins her over. But both Eva and Gideon have serious issues to overcome. But both Gideon and Eva become quickly and fiercely devoted to one other.
But they are both aware of their own flaws and try hard to work on them. There is serious family drama on both sides and both characters make major relationship mistakes. Eva works hard at not running when things become difficult and admits to being very jealous and possessive and even uses it to try to warn Gideon away in the beginning. This book was just incredible. The sex was so hot and the relationship was so juicy that I just had to know what was coming next!
Definite recommended read. Initial assessment: This book was so hot. There was so much emotional angst, I felt it physically. I can't wait for the sequel. I know a lot of people are comparing this to Ifty Shades, but I like the heroine in this book more. A lot more. She stronger, sexual and a little broken, but so is Gideon. I thought view spoiler [ when the rape almost happened in Gideon's sleep, it could be weirdly cathartic for them. I get why not, but still, I thought the author was going there.
View all 36 comments. I should have known better; I tried to read this months ago and almost threw my kindle across the room where, oh where is my "wallbanger by proxy" paperback when I need it?!
To be kind, let me just say the "similarities" to FSOG were just too much for me. Well, since then, even more FSOG rip-offs sorry, homages have been released, and I've made the mistake of reading those too. I've got so many young, hot, gazillionaire dominants, wussy, clumsy "oh I'm not beautiful" heroines, messed up roommates male, female, straight and otherwise fucked up parents, traumatic childhoods, impossibly successful careers, spankings, cunnilingus, drenched slits, beautiful cocks, and endless bouts of shower sex running around in my head I can't keep ANY of these fucking books straight anymore.
The biggest thing this subgenre had going for it, and the reason I was sure it would eventually go the way of other "of the moment" books, was that they are all being written by unknown first-time authors. Self-pubs, too. These silly books won't be here 2 years from now, I figured. There's still hope for us. Of course, the writing is better - more polished, and you can tell that someone who can actually write has done this - but the story is the same. Same, same, SAME.
So much the same that for anyone who has read that stupid book that started it all it is jarring. What's even worse is that about a third of the way through the book it veers away from the FSOG checklist and becomes sort of it's own story. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long, and what is even more disappointing is that it becomes almost an "opposite" FSOG. It's like the author took the that book, then deliberately made her book opposite. But she won't KNOW she is. Yeah, yeah, that's it!
No one will know! The first thought is self-explanatory. The second is probably going to get me in trouble. I can't help it. That's what really has a bug up my ass. If you want to have a go at the trope, be my guest.
But don't try to feed me a line of hooey about how you published yours first. Now, that takes us right back to when we visited last April for a few minutes. Tell us what happened? Yeah, well I think it struck a chord with readers and it struck that chord because it was personal to me. It was written just for myself, with only myself in mind. Had I written it for a traditional publisher, there are some elements in there that they might have toned down or not included so it could be considered as commercial as they need.
I think readers responded to the rawness, though. There really is no way to respond to that. If people take the time to look at when things are released, how long it takes to write a book, things like that. They would understand it would be impossible. Anyone who reads romance knows that there are particular tropes that are common and these two books do share some of those tropes. If someone has only read these two books, then I understand how they could get them mixed up but once they start reading more and more romance books, they will find that there are a lot of tortured millionaire heroes, a lot of heroines who have just graduated from college Personal to you in that you figured you could build a better widget, you mean.
Oh, and I love this one: C'mon, lady. Don't think your self-pub was out yet. That's just sloppy. I call bullshit. And her answers make me think she thinks I'm not smart enough to figure out she's bullshitting me. Whoa, sorry about that. My brain hurts from re-reading that sentence.
Ok, now I'm just really pissed off. I will NOT be reading any more of this series. I am SO disappointed in her. Rant over. View all 46 comments.
DNFed half way through. When the hero takes the heroine to his love shack hotel room filled with love toys where he's had many women in the past, I decided this book wasn't for me. There's no emotional connection between the hero and heroine, just sex and more sex. Also the writing seems disjointed and stilted at times.
Had a hard time following. Seems way too much like Fifty Shades and makes me think the author jumped on the Fifty Shades bandwagon. View all 22 comments. I'm deducting the star I added for the erotic encounter that I mistakenly thought was original because I've just read the scene in Fifty Shades Darker that, um, "inspired" Ms Day the copycat.
Touted as the 50SOG for the more discriminating romance reader, I say Ms Day probably shouldn't believe her own PR. Eva and Gideon are the glitterati of Manhattan, impossibly wealthy and beautiful.
Sadly, they fight and have jealous snits, generally behaving like high schoolers in a tediously predictable pattern. The make up sex is frequent and over the top. Their love is the greatest most neediest emo love ever, so special that Gideon can't even say "I love you" because it's just not enough to convey the depth of his all-consuming passion. Greatest most specialist love evah. But no Do I think the author used childhood sexual abuse as a cheap shortcut to make her characters more sympathetic?
Why yes, yes I do. I'm tempted to give one additional star for chapter 16 in which they briefly behave and converse like adults but in the next chapter those darn kids go back to breaking up and making up.
Chapter 16 also boasts the only truly inventive and original erotic encounter in the book. Very hot and imaginative so I tacked on the extra star for a sex scene I won't soon forget. I haven't read 50 and don't plan to. I have read enough to know that this book is a blatant knockoff. I can't imagine this book setting the world on fire the way a book written by an outsider to the world of NY publishing has.
I wish they'd all move outside the box and dare to be different. It would be more productive than making fun of that Brit who did set the world on fire. View all 28 comments. No one. There are a handful of authors that can get a 5 part series commitment from me here's looking at you Leigh Bardugo;Brandon Sanderson; S. Abby , sadly, Sylvia Day is not one of them. Ergo, I'm DNFing this baby.
Gideon and Eva are the epitome of everything I dislike about rich angsty book characters. Shallow and immature with no redeeming factors. Aaaannd, I'm out. View all 11 comments. I know Bared to You is closely compared to Fifty Shades of Grey, and even I was having some sort of deja vu at first because of how similar these two book were to each other. For one, Gideon Cross is times more Mr.
Can you work late tonight? Is that timeline usual? But to be fair, the RFP provides a lot more information than it asks for in return. Par for the course when dealing with Cross Industries. I thought I was the only one. No news can be good news. Besides research vodka and stay late. Mark activated the speaker and kept working. I forgot. A snort came clearly across the line. Does she like Chinese? He grinned.
I watched them interact and felt awe and a dash of envy. Their relationship was so beautifully functional that it was a joy to spend time with them.
Where does it go? Maybe that helps. I could win money betting on how much she can eat. I knew you had a bit of a wild streak. Mark saved me. And what do you know about wild women anyway? They like our perspective. I wanted to see if hetero sex lived up to the hype. Steven shrugged. Mark insisted on calling me a cab. Steven bumped shoulders with Mark. I put the toilet seat down.
Hanging baskets of ferns and lilies fragranced the air and a smoky glass security entrance was sandblasted with Cross Industries in a bold, masculine font. We were buzzed in, and then asked to wait a moment. Mark looked at me with twinkling eyes as the receptionist reached for the door handle. I made sure to smile brightly as I stepped inside. My abrupt stop bottlenecked the threshold and Mark ran into my back, sending me stumbling forward.
The air left my lungs in a rush, followed immediately by every bit of common sense I possessed. Even through the layers of clothing between us, his biceps were like stone beneath my palms, his stomach a hard slab of muscle against my own. When he sucked in a sharp breath, my nipples tightened, stimulated by the expansion of his chest. Oh no. I was cursed. It was a memorable one.
He was dressed in black again, with both his shirt and tie in a soft gray. As always, he looked too good. What would it be like to be that amazing looking? There was no way he could go anywhere without causing a disturbance. Reaching out, Mark steadied me and eased me back gently. Okay then. I admired how cool Mark remained under pressure—pressure exerted by Cross, who easily dominated the meeting. What would entice you to try Kingsman, Eva?
He was just so. Cross, but if you must know, I think sexy luxury on a budget will appeal to the largest demographic. Rising to my feet, I led the way to the door. I was hyperaware of Cross walking beside me. The way he moved, with animal grace and arrogant economy, was a major turn-on. Cross stayed with me all the way to the bank of elevators. He said a few things to Mark about sports, I think, but I was too focused on the way I was reacting to him to care about the small talk.
I inhaled sharply. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. He reached out to steady me, but I held him at bay with an uplifted hand. Dear God. The ding that signaled the approaching elevator made me jump, I was strung so tight. Never been so scorchingly attracted to another human being. I stepped into the elevator and faced him. He smiled. Should I make dinner reservations for you and Steven? Pure Food and Wine at seven, if they can squeeze us in.
If not, surprise us. I skirted the four of them as quietly as possible and slid into my cubicle. I called Pure Food and Wine and begged for a table for two. Have fun! Asking for your boss in particular? Gideon Cross owns it. My eyes closed. Gideon Cross. I thought the name suited him.
It was as sexy and elegantly masculine as the man himself. Probably dozens of people to handle it. I really like it. I really like Mark. Travis says about calculated risks? When your shrink tells you to take some, you should take some. You can deal with it. You and Cross are both adults. Think of the stamina. I hate feeling like a vagina with legs. But there has to be a better way to tell a woman you want to take her to bed.
Let him lust after you until he has blue balls. Serves him right. Cary could always do that. The converted warehouse Parker Smith used as his studio was a brick-faced building in a formerly industrial area of Brooklyn presently struggling to revitalize. Cary and I sat in aluminum bleachers, watching a half dozen combatants on the mats below. Even with padding, that had to sting. Krav Maga is brutal. He always does.
He was a good instructor. Patient and thorough, and he explained things in an easy-to-understand way. His studio was in a rough neighborhood, but I thought it suited what he was teaching. The good ones always get snatched up quick. Mark walked me through the process of collecting information for an RFP, and he told me a little more about Cross Industries and Gideon Cross, pointing out that he and Cross were the same age.
It was just such a rush being near him. Plus he was a hell of a lot of fun to look at. I had nothing nearly as exciting planned for the weekend. Excusing myself, I rushed over to catch it.
How are you? Stanton always sounded like old money to me—cultured, entitled, and arrogant. Is everything okay? Is Mom all right? Your mother is wonderful, as always.
I was grateful to him for a lot of things, actually, but it was sometimes hard to balance that against my feelings of disloyalty. Excuse me a moment. I look forward to seeing you.
Then he slid behind the wheel and drove me downtown. Stanton came in shortly after my arrival, looking dapper and distinguished. His hair was pure white, his face lined but still very handsome. His eyes were the color of worn blue denim, and they were sharp with intelligence.
I stood as he approached, and he bent to kiss my cheek. But my gray eyes came from my dad. Men like Gideon Cross. I picked up my fork and started in on a chicken, cranberry, walnut, and feta salad.
It was delicious, and I was hungry. It took some time to calm her down and to assure her that I could make arrangements for you to pursue your interests in a safe manner. The casualness of his reply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill. My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it.
It had nothing to do with saving me money. But it also gives her peace of mind. To spy on her grown daughter? Is she still seeing Dr. He coddled her. Indulged her. Spoiled her. And allowed her obsession with my safety to run wild. She feels guilty for not protecting you. We need to give her a little latitude. How could my mom invade my privacy like that? Why would she? She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her.
This will be much more convenient for you. I make my own decisions. And you. You need to eat. Clancy drove me back up to midtown, while I stewed in the backseat. She was so emotional and fragile, and she loved me to the point of being crazy about it.
As Clancy pulled away from the curb, I stood on the crowded sidewalk and looked up and down the busy street for either a drugstore where I could get some chocolate or a cellular store where I could pick up a new phone. I needed work to distract me from my crazy-ass family. I appreciated the added time the stop gave me to enjoy the comfort of dark chocolate and caramel melting over my tongue.
The doors slid apart and revealed Gideon Cross talking with two other gentlemen. When was I going to become immune? He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me.
Just my crappy luck. Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him. They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Cross, and then back again. I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up. The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion. After dealing with Stanton, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around. Cross caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze.
Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel. Seeing him from behind was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. I wanted him to be as pissy as I was. His shirt and tie were both the same rich cerulean as his irises. I expect most women are. His ease and unconcern aggravated me further.
Glad we got that cleared up. I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth, then lifted to his own. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened. He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride.
The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently. Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me, her eyes wide, as we passed at a brisk pace. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. He was even yummier in just the vest. How strong his shoulders were. He gestured toward a black leather sofa.
The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down. He dropped me on my butt, then sat next to me. He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. So what do you want—exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced? And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Still, the dismay won out. Why even call it a fuck? My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree.
His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human. Flesh and blood. I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach. Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least. You want me to blur that line. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him. Everything outside that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. God, he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him.
I wanted him. But he was no good for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back.
I had almost no room to breathe. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks.
I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. He pushed away from the door.
I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking.
He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down. Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet.
I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Someone was behind him. I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like. And I was late getting back to work. Leave me alone. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. We reached the door at the same time, and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me. He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I jerked my chin away. I want you so badly it hurts.
In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine. Cross stood with me. I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross.
I heard him speak behind me. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away. He stood calmly and hit the call button. Tell me when, then. I shivered. Take a couple days to think. I had a late lunch with Mr. I just barely got back myself. My kickass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago. But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly long lunch, I considered it penance and answered. It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart. Thank you.
Petersen say about you tracing my phone? Petersen knows I worry about you. Is your boss treating you well? The good ones always are. I loved it when she was happy.
I wished she were happy more often. And I know Cary will love it. My mother was rarely distracted for long. I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch.
Still taste you. Nothing is coming to mind. But I do have some friendly advice. Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god. Fuck her until neither of you can walk. Dark and Dangerous for sure. In the interim, tell me what you do like. I have a date with my vibrator.
Plus, I was having fun with him. What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B. Good night, Gideon. Grudgingly, I thought of Gideon Cross, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine. He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point. I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle. Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured.
Classes will resume a week from Monday. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could buy. Your driver has the schedule. See you then. Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night?
Spill it, Eva. You looked stressed. How did you two meet? In an old-school way. He seemed great, and he obviously digs you. Is he studying photography? But forget about Trey for a minute.
Get it out. Never even crossed my mind. And meet with Dr. Turn it over to her shrink. Do you still love it? Come on, Eva. What happened? I wanted his take on it all. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip. What are you thinking? Just tell him what you want. What did I want?
Aside from the obvious? Boil it down. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that. Come here often? What are you drinking?
Like to dance? Do you work around here? I get it. Hit a bar. His clothes—black jeans and turtleneck—were more upscale, which intrigued me. What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us.
I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising. Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I did. The line to get in was long, extending down the street and around the corner. We were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. Enjoy your evening. Hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new hunk in my life.
Paired with black leather pants and spiked wristlets, it made him look sexy and wild. I tried to think of a way I could help. Two guys stopped by our table. I glanced at Cary, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive.
Nice to meet you. I seriously thought about it. I watched them all go, my heart racing. My gaze slid over him. I loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though I knew it was only an illusion. He was a hard man in a lot of ways. That he wanted to skip past the getting-to-know-you stage and jump straight into bed?
So damn sexy. Is that a general like of the overall package? Or just the clothes? Only the sweater?
I looked away. It was a lot easier talking about masturbation over the phone. Doing it while squirming under that piercing blue stare was mortifying. I glared at him, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. I own this club, Eva. A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. Two Stoli Elit and cranberries. Can I get you anything else?
My nerves tingled. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside me abruptly became too much to contain. Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I wrenched away, gasping. Gideon followed, nuzzling the side of my face, his lips brushing over my ear. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between us so that he faced me directly.
Your credit card popped and your drinks were recorded. And Cary Taylor is listed on the rental agreement for your apartment. No way. My cell phone. My credit card. My fucking apartment. Between my mother and Gideon, I felt claustrophobic. I pounded it, draining the tumbler.
My stomach churned for a moment, then settled. He took my glass and set it aside, then warmed my chilled hands with his. Yes, it is. My mom stalks me, too, and she sees a shrink. Do you have a shrink? I could hear the blood rushing past my eardrums. Not for what you used it for! That has to violate some kind of privacy law. Is that so fucking hard for people to do nowadays? And he was crazy rich, which made even old, bald, and paunchy guys attractive.
His gaze darted over my face. Because of me? I arranged it. So why do it? Why not wait until Monday lunch? A problem? I knew that was a lot of the appeal for him. Clearly, those were a sticking point with him. You separate it from friendship, work. Okay, here are my thoughts.
My job is priority number one and my personal life— as a single woman—is a close second. Have it with me. I shoved his shoulder. As bizarre as this conversation must be for him, Gideon was taking it seriously.
I feel devalued. A sizzling, predatory glimmer sparked in his eyes as I bared my weakness for him. I need an equal exchange in my sexual relationships. Or to have the upper hand. Tell me how to get around it. What was that for? And incite. In self-defense, I tugged my hand back to my lap.
All right? His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful. His hands slid down to cup the backs of my thighs.
Squeezing gently, he tugged me just a little bit closer. His tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive I could almost feel the caress on my skin. An unwelcome ache developed in my chest and I rubbed at it. Because I wanted him enough to take a calculated risk and break my own rules. I took comfort in knowing he was breaking some of his own, too. After a long, hot shower, I made my way into the living room and found Cary on the couch with his netbook, looking fresh and alert.
He pointed at a box on the end table. As I studied the gift, I found it very apt. I was in uncharted territory that was both exciting and scary. I glanced at Cary, who eyed the bottle dubiously. It tasted like sickly sweet cough syrup.
My stomach quivered in distaste for a moment and then heated. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shoved the cork back into the empty bottle.
I already felt a little steadier. On the back Gideon had written Call me in bold slashing penmanship and jotted down a number. I took the card, curling my hand around it. His gift was proof that he was thinking about me. His tenacity and focus were seductive. There was no denying I was in trouble where Gideon was concerned. I craved the way I felt when he touched me, and I loved the way he responded when I touched him back.
No strings, no expectations, no responsibilities. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was ten thirty. Of the goddess persuasion. The doorman smiled as we stepped outside—me in heeled sandals and a maxi dress, and Cary in hip-hugging jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Will you need a cab today? She enjoyed it so much I plan to make it a tradition. Crossing the entrance threshold was like taking a vacation on the far side of the world. Every arched doorway was framed by lushly vibrant striped silks, while jeweled pillows decorated elegant chaises and oversized armchairs.
Small decorative fountains added the sounds of running water, while stringed instrumental music was piped into the room via cleverly hidden speakers. Stanton, have you met Gideon Cross? He knew damn well my mom went nuts over any news about my romantic—and not-so-romantic, as the case may be— relationships. My mother, who sat in the chair on the other side of me, leaned forward with her usual girlish excitement over a rich, handsome man.
How could you not tell me something like that? Clearly the latter won out with you. By the time my massage appointment came around, I was in desperate need of one.
I stretched out on the table and closed my eyes, preparing to take a catnap to get through the long night ahead. I loved dressing up and looking pretty as much as the next girl, but charity functions were a lot of work. I sighed. Who was I fooling? Taking a deep breath, I consciously relaxed. I made a mental note to call my dad when I got home and thought about how to send a thank-you note to Gideon for the hangover cure.
I supposed I could e-mail him using the contact info on his business card, but that lacked class. Why not? The door opened and the masseuse came in. You ready? But I was getting there. I used the time alone to call Gideon. How did he have my name and number in his contact list?
Call the desk, Eva. Somewhat dazed, I went to the intercom and talked to the front desk, letting them know I was expecting him, and while I was talking, he walked into the lobby. A few moments after that, he was at my door. It was then that I remembered I was dressed in only a thigh-length silk robe, and my face and hair were styled for the dinner.
What kind of impression would he get from my appearance? I tightened the belt of my robe before I let him in. Gideon stood in the hallway for a long moment, his gaze raking me from my head down to my French-manicured toes.
I was equally stunned by his appearance. The way he looked in worn jeans and a T-shirt made me want to undress him with my teeth. Thanks to you. You look beautiful, Eva. Way too vulnerable.
I checked, knowing your mother would be there. There was a dangerous purr to his voice that sent a shiver through me. I could feel the warmth of his big, hard body and smell the richly masculine scent of his skin.
I was falling under his spell, deeper with every minute that passed. His tongue did that slow, savoring licking that made me long to feel him doing the same between my legs. My hands went to his hair, sliding through it, tugging.
When he wrapped his arms around me, I arched, curving into his hands. Oh, God. My gaze darted frantically to the clock on the cable box. His other hand continued to plump my breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive. Plush and pink. So soft. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around him. How long has it been since the last time you were fucked? I had my thesis, then job hunting and moving. I was near mindless with the need for an orgasm. Gideon was breathing hard, too.
For me. His hand at my breast moved to my cheek and brushed over it. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I pumped it into you.
In that moment he owned me. And he knew it. Searing pleasure pulsed through me. Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I thought I heard him speak hoarsely, but I lost the words when he hooked one of my legs over the back of the couch and covered my cleft with his mouth. Then his tongue speared into me and I bit my lip to bite back a scream. I came a second time, my body quaking violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around his decadent licking.
His growl vibrated through me. I was boneless as he straightened my leg and still breathless when he pressed kisses up my belly to my breasts.
He licked each of my nipples, then hauled me up with his arms banded around my back. I hung lax and pliable in his grip while he took my mouth with suppressed violence, bruising my lips and betraying how close to the edge he was.
He closed my robe, then stood, staring down at me. I caught you. I missed my father. Now his home in Oceanside was the entire country away. But you need to make sure you have some downtime, too. Go out, be young, have fun. But not too much fun. Cary and I went clubbing, and I woke up with a mean hangover. As much as I miss SoCal, Manhattan is really awesome.
Beautiful, charming, and obsessivecompulsive. I thought my dad might still love my mom. That was one of the reasons I never told him about what happened to me. What are your plans for the rest of the weekend? Sleeping in late, hanging out in my pajamas all day, maybe some movies and food delivery of some sort. Be careful at work, okay? I worry about you, too. Bye, baby. You just got a new one when you moved. Be good.
I sat for a few moments in the ensuing silence, feeling like everything was right in my world, which never lasted long. I brooded on that for minute; then Cary cranked up Hinder on his bedroom stereo and that kicked my butt into gear. I hurried to my room to get ready for a night with Gideon.
Dressed in his new Brioni tux, he was both debonair and dashing, and certain to attract attention. It hung on one shoulder, cut diagonally across my cleavage, had ruching to the hip, and then split at my right upper thigh all the way down my leg. Otherwise, the back was bared to just above the crack of my butt in a racy V-cut. In his own way, Cary could give Gideon a run for his money.
The intercom buzzed and I jumped, making me realize how nervous I was. I looked at Cary.