Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1) by Autumn Raynne

close up. His eyes were hazel-like, a bit like Harrison’s. His hair was a very dark shade of brown, cut short and nicely styled. No gray or silver to his hair at all. He was nicely tanned. He was very tall like Harrison, about six-foot-four-inches, with nice, broad shoulders, but Harrison had more well-toned arms. On one hand, he wore a platinum pinky ring much like the ring Reese had tried to give Harrison for Christmas last year. No wedding ring. No tan line where a wedding ring should be. That was an excellent sign.
    “Pleased to meet you, ladies. I’m Clayton. Can I get you ladies a drink?”
    “Vodka tonic for us both,” Reese answered and shyly smiled at him. He sat down next to her.
    “So what are two beautiful girls like yourselves doing out tonight?”
    “Just catching up. Girls night, you know,” Ashley replied.
    God, he was so good looking. He was suave. He had a debonair air about him. He wore casual, but obviously expensive, pants and a dark-colored shirt. He was very polished in a way that appealed to Reese tremendously.
    Sipping their drinks, Clayton moved in a bit closer to Reese. “So tell me about yourself, beautiful.”
    Several drinks later, Reese found herself getting quite intoxicated. Ashley had all but passed out, leading to Clayton having the limo driver take her back to her hotel. Clayton persuaded Reese to stay with him and continue their conversation in a quiet, dark booth.
    “So, Reese, you used to model? Why did you ever quit?”
    Clayton pressed himself closer to her. Reese nodded. “I just… I just knew that I couldn’t model forever… so I wanted to do something I was good at.” Reese pulled back slightly from his strong, muscular arm, which was pressing into the side of her breast. She was getting drunker by the minute and trying desperately to focus her mental energy on making words come out of her mouth.
    “You’re not married, are you?” Reese had already asked him that question earlier, but in her inebriated state she had forgotten the answer.
    Clayton smiled, looking deep into her blue eyes. “No, I’m not. Wow, you must have really gotten burned by some married guy. That’s the third time you’ve asked me.”
    Reese smiled weakly. He kept her locked in his hypnotic gaze. She knew he was trying to seduce her, but in her weakened state, she found him hard to resist.
    “What do you do?” Reese asked, trying hard to maintain focus.
    Clayton laughed. “You have definitely had enough to drink.” He reached over and took her glass away. “Another question you’ve asked already, but to answer you again, I am a software developer.”
    Reese nodded. Her head kept waving back and forth slightly.
    “Oh, honey… here, drink this water. We need to sober you up.” Clayton handed her a glass of ice water.
    Reese sipped gratefully and tried to keep her mind straight.
    “Did you drive yourself here, or did you come with your friend?” Clayton inquired, seeing that Reese was in no condition to drive.
    “No. We came together in Ashley’s limo.” Reese looked around, wondering how she would get home.
    “Where do you live? I can give you a ride, beautiful.” Clayton helped her get her jacket on.
    “I live a few blocks up from here, I think.” She giggled a bit. “On North Michigan. A penthouse…”
    Clayton whistled. “Wow. You must be quite successful, Reese. How about you give me the address and I will just put it in my GPS?”
    Reese nodded. Clayton helped her stand up as she wobbled on her five-inch heels.
    They walked out to Clayton’s car, which was a black Porsche. He eased Reese into the seat.
    “Wow. This is a really nice car,” she said as they sped away from the curb.
    “Yep. It’s a 911 Turbo S. It was a gift to myself when I got my latest promotion.”
    As they zipped along, Clayton ran his hand up her bare thigh. Reese moaned softly. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s hands on her.
    When they reached her building, Reese was already