Forcing Her Hand

FORCING HER HAND DANGEROUS GAMES BOOK 2 SINISTRE ANGE Copyright © 2012 by Golden Angel All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover art: Furious Fotog Editing: Personal Touch Editing * * * CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 About the Author Sinistre Ange’s Books 1 Allison sat, looking in her mirror as she waited for Roger to pick her up. This would be their fifth date since Todd had left town almost a month and a half ago. Seeing her perfectly coiffed hair, the delicate shading of makeup that made her hazel eyes look larger than they really were and brought out her cheekbones, and the sweet pink bow of her lips, she felt nothing but sick of herself. Sick of her life. Sick of romance without passion. Although, could it really be termed romance when there was no passion? She wanted to like Roger so much. He was exactly the kind of upstanding young man her parents wanted her to be with. Solid, reliable, from impeccably good breeding, but he just didn’t do it for her. At first, things had seemed so promising. While he didn’t have the same kind of charismatic power behind him Todd did, there was certainly something there—a hint of an alpha male underneath his social mask, something dangerous hidden behind his well-mannered actions and admiring eyes—but they’d been dating for weeks, and nothing had come of it. “Are you still pouting in there?” Diana, Allison’s roommate, poked her head into Allison’s room and rolled her eyes. Allison turned to face the pretty Asian girl; for someone so petite, she was like a force of nature, a slightly terrifying one, like a tsunami. Definitely used to getting her way. “I’m not pouting,” Allison said. “I’m just…” “Why don’t you just dump him?” That was Diana, blunt and to the point. The slender girl bounced into Allison’s room and flopped down on the bed, her face serious but unconcerned. Despite the fact her parents ran in pretty much the same social circle as Allison’s, Diana was indifferent to the expected behaviors Allison lived by. While she would behave when she was in situations with her family’s friends, when she was on her own, she pretty much did what she wanted. Although Allison was trying to be more like Diana, envying her friend’s freedom, without Todd, it had become an uphill battle all the way. “I really don’t have a good reason to.” It made her feel guilty as if she was using him, but it was true. “And I do have fun with him. I like him, there’s just no spark, no excitement. But who says I’m going to find that with someone else? I just have to accept what is and could do a lot worse than Roger.” “Very true.” Diana leaned back on Allison’s bed on her elbows. Allison could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra under her tight purple t-shirt. Of course, Diana often went without a bra, an option not open to Allison with her 34D breasts, not for all day every day, at least. While hers were plenty perky after a while, it just put a strain on them, and they ached. “I just have to forget Todd.” Allison stood abruptly and smoothed down the silky skirt of her blue dress. Knee-length and demurely ladylike, the v-neckline only gave a hint of cleavage. “He’s gone and made it clear he wasn’t going to be coming back for me. There’s no use pining over him. He wasn’t even my boyfriend.” “That’s a lot of sex with someone who wasn’t your boyfriend.” Allison glared, but all she got was a wink back from one of Diana’s exquisite almond-shaped eyes. At least she could talk about this stuff with Diana. Her only other close girlfriend, Chrissy, was as snobbish and self-involved as Allison used to be and would have a complete lack of understanding for Allison and Todd’s relationship—if it could be called that. Allison had no idea what else to call it. Sure, she’d admitted—confessed, really—to Todd, she wanted someone to blackmail her into fulfilling her wildest fantasies. That way, she wouldn’t have to feel guilty about the things she was doing, it would be out of her control. And yes, he’d taken advantage of that and given her so much more excitement and sexual satisfaction than she’d ever thought possible. But there was more to it than that, she swore there was. At least, there had been on her side. Apparently not on his, she thought bitterly for the umpteenth time. She was halfway through the summer and should be looking forward to her senior year of college. She should be happy about dating someone as sweetly wonderful as Roger and should be proud of herself for her job. In fact, tonight, Roger was taking her out to celebrate. In the time she’d been working, she’d already been promoted from a receptionist to the Human Resources department as their administrative assistant. She’d been doing half of the work, anyway, helping them out while they searched for the right candidate, answering phones, inventorying and ordering supplies, and providing the upkeep and schedule for the conference rooms. After a couple of weeks, the head of HR had asked if she wanted the job, and Allison had accepted gratefully. The front desk really wasn’t enough to keep her busy, and she’d been dreading when they finally filled the position, and she was left cooling her heels and waiting for the phone to ring. Slowing down for even a minute inevitably led to thoughts about Todd. She should be thinking about Roger, the sweetly supportive guy who she was dating, who was thrilled she was working—unlike her