Scandalous (5 page)

Over the years, Simone had valiantly shielded herself from her insecurities, forcing herself to excel. By eighteen, she'd amassed trophies in track and field, tennis and swimming. She'd skipped grades on three separate occasions, had always remained at the top of her classes,
and now had the opportunity to graduate a semester early if she could secure an internship to satisfy the requirements for a political science major. Simone was an achiever, a planner and a stickler for being prepared. Which was what she had to be when she made her call.

Simone pushed herself up off the bed, deciding to take a jog around the track and try to organize her thoughts in preparation for her phone call to Justin Montgomery. When she returned from her run she would finish putting together her package containing her cover letter, résumé, and letters of recommendation from her professors. She knew her head would be clearer when she returned. Physical activity had a way of smoothing out the rough edges for Simone. Whenever she had a difficult test or a presentation to make or was struggling through a personal dilemma, she would run or swim. The ultimate result was that her head was always clearer and she had more perspective. For the moment she would put her myriad thoughts and emotions on hold and wait to unleash them on the track.

 

Her tight thighs and calves expanded and contracted as her sneakered feet pounded against the gravel track. Her arms pumped. Her thick ponytail swung defiantly against the wind. Her slender frame cut an alluring silhouette against the lush green background.

As Simone jogged, the rush of adrenaline pumped through her veins and the clean spring air filled her lungs, clearing her head and crystallizing her thoughts. It was at the moment she rounded the track for the third time that she realized just how she would use her inheritance.

 

David nearly busted a gut trying to contain himself when Lucus Stone dropped Vaughn Hamilton's name as
his next assignment. To say he'd take great pleasure in getting the goods on that bitch was an understatement. He never thought he'd have the opportunity to make her pay for what she'd done to him. Now he had his chance.

He slammed the door of his red Mustang convertible and started whistling a tuneless song. The engine roared to life and David started to laugh, a deep, dark, dangerous laugh that built to a crescendo as he pulled into D.C. traffic and headed for his office in Georgetown. Shortly after, he pulled into the small parking lot and headed for the building that was sandwiched between a real estate office and a women's boutique.

He trotted up the three flights of stairs to his office. Tossing his suit jacket onto the wooden chair, he crossed the small room to the locked file cabinet. Selecting the key from his ring, he opened the grey metal file drawer and quickly found the file he needed.

David smiled as he flipped the Lucas Stone file open and made several notations on the back sheets. He closed the folder and leaned back in his chair, staring at the letters emblazoned on his open door.
David Cain, Political Consultant.
A man for hire, he thought.

He put his feet up on his wooden desk, ruminating about the road he'd traveled to get to where he was. He'd been detoured; there was no question about it. David had been groomed for a life of law and politics. He'd focused all his ambitions on achieving the life of power and prestige that he craved.

Graduating at the top of his law class at George Washington Univer-sity, he'd easily landed a cushy job with McPhearson, Ekhardt, one of the leading law firms in the District of Columbia. He was headed for great things, until his focus became misdirected when he set his sights on the
young attorney Vaughn Hamilton. She was magnificent, everything that he had ever desired in a woman. She was ambitious and intelligent, she was competitive, and most of all, she had the right connections.

He looked at the black-and-white photo of her smiling face in the newspaper. She'd remained virtually the same. The years had been good to her. There was only the subtle change around her eyes. More mature? More worldly? He couldn't be sure. David, however,
had
changed, at least physically. His body had filled out, and he'd maintained it vigorously. The result was broad, muscular shoulders and biceps. His thighs were thick and they rippled with power. He was no longer the smooth-faced young attorney-on-the-rise. His square chin was covered in a smooth, finely tapered beard that lent maturity and a sense of mystery to his face. Gone was the full-blown natural hair and in its place was a very short, tapered cut. Yes, on sight, David Cain was a different man. But inside, the burning desire to have what he knew he deserved remained the same.

A picture of Vaughn as she'd looked on that last day flashed before him. Even now, after so many years, his groin still grew rigid at the very thought of her. That weakness infuriated him. It had cost him his career. He spun around in his chair to face the soft rays of sunshine coming through the tinted windowpane. The movement only served to aggravate the tension between his legs.

If it wasn't for her and her stuck-up, virtuous, holier-than-thou attitude, he could have
been
a Lucus Stone instead of a hired hand. She thought she was better than him, above his advances. What she really was was a frigid bitch who needed a man to teach her a good lesson.

Now he had the opportunity to pay her back in spades. It was one job he would truly enjoy. He closed his eyes
and laced his fingers behind his head. Visions of the voluptuous Vaughn Hamilton flashed before him. He twisted uncomfortably in his seat. Now for a plan, he thought.

I
t was almost business as usual when Vaughn floated into her office on Monday morning. Almost, because there was a definite feeling of electric energy in the air that hadn't been present when she'd left on Friday. She'd spent yet another glorious weekend with Justin, and until this very moment, work was the farthest thing from her mind.

The phones were ringing off the hook, staff members were racing around, and when she reached her office, she saw through her open doorway that there were enough phone messages and faxes to start a small avalanche.

“Ugh,” she said out loud, and stepped into the artsy office.

“You ain't seen nothing yet,” Crystal said from her favorite overstuffed chair behind the door.

Vaughn jumped in surprise. “Darn it, Crystal, if you don't stop doing that, you're going to give me a heart attack!”

“Puh-leese,” Crystal tossed off, rising from her throne. “I've been sitting in this same damn spot every morning for the past four years. You need to stop.” Crystal sucked her teeth in dismissal of Vaughn's complaint.

“Yeah,” Vaughn huffed, hanging up her teal Burberry trenchcoat on the cherrywood coat rack. “And every morning for the past four years you've been scaring me out of my pantyhose!” She rolled her eyes hard at Crystal and tried not to laugh.

Crystal boldly ignored her. “Girl, get over it. We have work to do.” She strutted over to the desk and deposited a stack of letters and folders. “Every newspaper in the tri-state area wants an interview. We gotta get busy.”

Vaughn smiled as she watched Crystal flip through her notepad. Under neath that down-home-girl facade lay the mind of a brilliant strategic planner and a heart of gold. Vaughn wouldn't trade Crystal in for a whole staff full of Yale grads. The girl was awesome. But between friends, Crystal was just plain ole' Chris from the projects. Vaughn and Crystal were physically opposite in every respect. Where Vaughn was dark, slender, and tall, Crystal was fair, with skin the color of sautéed butter and eyes that shimmered like the blue-green Caribbean. She had wide hips and the kind of high, firm behind women paid money to possess. Her hair, when she decided to wear it out, nearly reached her waist and was blacker than pitch, a result of her distant Trinidad heritage.

When Vaughn and Crystal had first met on their college campus, Vaughn had silently envied Crystal's light tones and Barbie doll hair. It wasn't until years later that Vaughn had discovered that Crystal had her own insecurities about her looks. Crystal, too, had never felt accepted by her peers. She was taunted for “thinking” she was white—boys wanted her only for her looks, and most girls hated her on
sight. In retaliation, Crystal had adopted that wise-talking street-girl persona—to be one of the crowd. It was only with Vaughn that she allowed her depth to shine through. The friendship of Vaughn and Crystal was like a catharsis for both of them, and it had blossomed into more than just friendship over the years.

“So,” Crystal began, once Vaughn was seated. “I've scheduled three news conferences for you. One today, and two on Wednesday, and an interview with Channel 6…” she checked her watch, “in about two hours.” She paced the room as she spoke, only briefly checking the notes she'd committed to memory. “I contacted Lucus Stone's office this morning to see if I could arrange an informal debate. They weren't having me today,” she stated cynically. “But I'll be back at them in a couple of weeks, after we get some heavy press coverage. They'll be ready to talk then.”

Vaughn took it all in as Crystal continued with her agenda, which included luncheons, meetings, and follow-up appointments. But even as she listened, a part of her was totally detached from the conversation. That part was focused on Justin and the glorious two days they'd spent together.

She felt as if she'd been transformed into someone else, and she was scared. There was no doubt about that. Her track record as far as love and romance were concerned was dismal at best. The few serious relationships she'd been involved with had ended disastrously. The traumatic ending of her young love affair with Brian Willis had irrevocably changed her life and made her cautious of relationships. Her liaisons in between had been meaningless until she'd met Paul. She thought he'd be the one, but her brief relationship with Paul Lawrence had been the ultimate in betrayal. Though their relationship had been over for nearly two years, she'd remained wary of would-be suitors.
Every man who'd come into her life had ultimately wanted something other than her; from a political favor, to money, to casual sex, to an appointment on her staff.

She knew that she was taking a big risk with Justin. But for the first time, she was with a man who had his own and didn't need her or her influence to further his own goals. Justin clearly had no political aspirations. He had his own money and a flourishing career. Most of all, he made her feel—God, he made her feel—way deep down in her soul, a place that she didn't know was still living and breathing within her. Just the thought of him made her toes tingle and her pulse pound.

She realized they'd barely known each other a month. Twenty-seven fabulous days, to be exact. She was still overwhelmed. She knew that her emotions were doing an Indy 500, but she couldn't help it and she no longer wanted to. She deserved to be held, to be kissed senseless, to be loved. She needed to start living again. It was long overdue.

“I've never known a nonstop, ‘til you drop schedule could put a smile on your face,” Crystal said, effectively cutting into Vaughn's steamy thoughts. Vaughn's face burned with embarrassment.

“Sorry. I was just thinking. But,” she qualified, raising her index finger, “I heard every word you said.”

“Hmmm. That remains to be seen,” Crystal breathed, unconvinced and very curious. She took a seat opposite Vaughn, crossed her legs, put down her pad, and stared wide-eyed at her boss.

“What?” Vaughn questioned innocently, knowing full well that Crystal was waiting for a scoop.

“Don't what me,” Crystal admonished. “What, or better yet,
who
put that starry look in your eyes and the glow on
your face? If I didn't know better, I'd swear you looked happy.”

Vaughn laughed out loud, albeit a bit nervously, at Crystal's blunt observation. Generally, Vaughn was able to camouflage her true feelings expertly. It was a bit unsettling to discover that where Justin Montgomery was concerned, that practiced skill was disintegrating rapidly.

Vaughn sat back and began shuffling the papers and folders on her desk in an attempt to recover her composure and avoid Crystal's pointed gaze. She cleared her throat.

“Can't I look happy?” she asked lamely, stalling for time.

“Of course you can,” Chris replied gently. “It's just that it's so rare.” She paused. “And it's been so long,” she added softly, her eyes filled with warmth for her friend. Crystal, more than anyone, was aware of the tight reins that Vaughn kept around her heart. Hers was the shoulder Vaughn had cried on after that fiasco with Paul. But Crystal also knew that there was something deep in Vaughn's past, a wound that would not heal, and one that Vaughn had refused to disclose. There was a part of Vaughn's past that she kept entirely out of reach. Crystal stood up and patted Vaughn's busy hands, stilling them. “Listen, I'm not prying. I never have. If you're happy—whatever the reason—I'm happy. If you feel like talking, you know I'm always here.”

Vaughn smiled up at her friend of over fifteen years. “Thanks,” she said softly. “I know.”

“Good.” Then Crystal did a quick switchback to her role as chief of staff. “Once you've gotten that smile off your face, go over your agenda and let me know if there need to be any changes. Not that anything
can
be changed.” She smiled mischievously. “But you know how I like your input.”

Vaughn flashed what could only be termed a sneer. Crystal stuck out her tongue in response.

“I'll be back in an hour.” Crystal headed for the door.

“Could you send Tess in? I need to respond to these letters.”

“I'll send her right in.” Crystal closed the door softly behind her.

As soon as Vaughn was alone, her thoughts drifted back to Justin. She wondered what he was doing right now. Was he thinking of her? Her heart beat a little faster. What was he wearing today? Did he splash on that cologne that made her brain turn to mush?

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. What was happening to her? This daydreaming and fantasizing was so unlike her. She seemed to have become engulfed in a whirlwind, a storm of unimaginable power. She was spinning helplessly. It was a heady, frightening sensation. For the first time in her life, at least since her teens, her emotions seemed to be totally out of her control. She couldn't seem to rein them in and put on the brakes. Although there had been other men in her life, she had always felt some sense of control over her feelings, some sense of reality. Not now. And Justin Montgomery was the eye of her storm.

The light tapping on her door and the ringing of the phone competed for her attention.

“Come in,” she called out, while reaching for her private line.

“Yes. Vaughn Hamilton.”

“Good morning, Vaughn.”

Her stomach did a quick lurch. “Hi, Dad.” She waved Tess inside and motioned for her to sit. “How are you?”

“I'm fine. I thought we could meet for lunch and discuss a few things.”

Vaughn frowned slightly. She didn't like the sound of “discuss a few things.”

“Has something come up, Daddy? Because if it's not urgent, I really have a full schedule today.”

“I believe it would be in your best interest to fit me into your schedule. There are matters that must be dealt with immediately. What time is good for you?” he continued.

Vaughn sighed heavily and clenched her jaw. She knew she'd give in even as she told her father about her agenda. But she at least wanted to make him feel a twinge of guilt for disrupting her day, though she knew he wouldn't.

“How about 2:30?” she said flatly. “I'd really appreciate it if you could come here. It's going to be difficult for me to get away.”

“I'll be there at two,” he replied. “Court reconvenes at three. See you then.” Elliott Hamilton hung up the receiver and looked, once again, at the pages in front of him. He pressed his lips together and slid his glasses from his nose. With his free hand, he rubbed it roughly across his face. He didn't like it; he didn't like it one bit. Vaughn had to be brought under control. Everything rested on appearances. He'd worked too hard to get her to where she was today. He wasn't going to let her ruin it; that's all there was to it. He slapped his hand against his mahogany desk with finality. That's all there was to it.

 

The Chaney Building, which housed Justin's suite of offices, loomed ahead. Moments later, Justin eased his BMW into the underground parking garage and swung into his spot. He looked across the lanes and saw that Sean and Khendra's Lexus LS was also parked in their usual spot. Good, he needed to talk to Sean.

Retrieving his briefcase and his black leather trenchcoat from the backseat, he automatically activated the alarm system and locked the doors. In long, brisk strides, he
crossed the gray and white concrete and entered the elevator that would take him to his offices on the sixteenth floor.

Justin pushed through the heavy, ornately carved wood doors that led to the immense reception area. Although he'd been coming through those same doors for nearly three years, he still had sudden flashes that it was all fantasy. Yet, this was his. He'd worked for it and everything, including every detail in the wood, had his markings. It was all a tribute to his enormous success, both in the courtroom and out. It was as a result of his success that he now had the time and opportunity to pursue other avenues, such as public speaking, advocacy, and writing that book that had been gnawing at him for years. And now, he finally had time for a woman in his life. He smiled unconsciously as visions of Vaughn bloomed ripe. He had the time to devote himself to making this relationship work and not have his work destroy the relationship—as it had between him and Janice.

Years later, it still hurt. Janice had been his first love, and his young heart had been fired with romance and ambition. He'd wanted Janice along for the ride. They'd married, had a child almost immediately, and before Justin had realized what had happened, they were divorced and Janice was gone, along with their infant daughter.

He'd expended his savings, his skills, and all the resources available to him trying to locate his ex-wife and child. They'd virtually disappeared off the face of the earth. Finally, after years of frustration, he'd given up and dove into his work with an incomparable intensity.

For that reason he'd become a devout advocate of children's rights. He truly believed that he could somehow make an impact on legislatures to repeal the laws governing the sealing of adoption and foster care placement records and allow those children to lawfully find their natural
parents. He had been a catalyst in helping to establish several organizations across the country who assisted parents and children in finding each other. It was his hope that although Janice saw no need to have him involved in their daughter's life, his child would somehow find him through the channels now available. That hope was like an eternal flame that burned in his heart. If and when his dream of reuniting with his daughter was realized, he wanted Vaughn to be a part of that ultimate joy.

“Good morning, Mr. Montgomery,” Barbara Crenshaw, his executive assistant, greeted him cheerily. Her soft gray-green eyes warmed at the sight of him.

“Morning, Barb. Any messages?”

“They're on your desk. Do you want coffee or should I send out for breakfast?”

“Coffee will be fine. I want to get my notes together for the staff meeting.”