The Dangerous Seduction

BOOK: The Dangerous Seduction
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The Dangerous Seduction

© 2014 A N Bond.

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© 2014 Maria Fanning.

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ISBN: 978-1-20386-656-4

Digital ISBN: 978-1-62798-657-1

Printed in the United States of America

First Edition

February 2014

 

Chapter 1

 

 

A
GROUP
of fifty-two former employees of McNeil Industries today announced their intention to pursue a civil lawsuit against their former CEO and President, Jack McNeil. A government case against Mr. McNeil for insider trading and fraud was recently dropped due to lack of evidence. However, the former employees are undeterred and are determined to pursue the controversial Texas businessman into the civil courts. Joseph Van Aardt, the attorney responsible for winning the widely publicized Herrera vs. City of Rochester case on behalf of a city sanitation worker, is representing the McNeil Industries Group. He made the following statement on their behalf….

“So that’s him, huh?”

Ryan looks up to see his fiancée, Daisy, leaning over him and peering down at the article.

“Anyone ever tell you it’s rude to read over people’s shoulders?” he says.

She makes a face at him and looks back down at the paper. “He’s hot. You didn’t mention he was hot.”

His eyes track back to the photograph of his soon-to-be-boss, Joseph Van Aardt. He’s standing on the steps of the New York City courthouse, flanked by several former employees of McNeil Industries.

“You think he’s hot?”

“Well duh, Ryan. I might be taken, but I’m not blind. And I’m still allowed to look! That’s not, like, suddenly illegal now you finally put this on my finger.” She dangles her hand in front of his face, fluttering her fingers so the diamond engagement ring catches the beams of sunlight flooding through the kitchen window. “Ooh, look at it, baby,” she sighs. “I’m never going to get tired of looking at it.”

He chuckles and grabs her hand, lacing their fingers together. He doesn’t get the diamond thing, but it’s what she wanted, and even with the crazy price tag, it’s a poor exchange for everything the two of them have been through over the years. She’s watched so many of her friends get married or start a family, while she’s had to put all those dreams on hold so he can chase down his dream of a big law career. He knows he can never pay her back for all that, but at least he can put a giant sparkler on her finger.

She tugs her hand from his and heaves a sigh. “I got to go. Call me when you’re done with your meeting with Elaine. Tell me how it goes.” He nods, watching her snatch up her purse and coat. “See you later, baby!”

He turns his attention back to the newspaper after she’s gone. Joseph Van Aardt’s face looks up at him from the smeared print; he’s holding his hands out to emphasize his point, eyebrows drawn together in righteous indignation. The plaintiffs gaze up at him, their eyes shining in almost supplication. Ryan swallows his mouthful of toast and thinks back to the strange meeting five days ago.

 

 

T
HE
INTERVIEW
process had been rigorous and strange. He’d met with two of Van Aardt’s senior associates, and then a Harvard Law professor had called him on the phone and grilled him for forty-five minutes straight on random points of litigation law.

“Joseph always gets me to talk to the good ones. He trusts my judgment,” the professor told Ryan after the grilling had finished. “You should be proud, son. I’m not going to keep you guessing. Joseph’s instinct was right about you. I’m going to recommend that he meet you in person.”

Naturally, Ryan had been overjoyed, but his happiness was short-lived. Van Aardt’s assistant called the next day with the date and time for him to meet with the man himself—his brother’s wedding day.

He’d been forced to turn down the interview. He and Duane had never really gotten along and they weren’t that close, but it didn’t matter. His family would never forgive him if he skipped out on such an important family occasion to attend a job interview. So he explained to Van Aardt’s incredulous assistant that he would be in Houston for a family wedding on that date and that any other day—seriously, any other day at all—would be fine, but just… not that day.

He attended the wedding and tried to be enthusiastic and happy for his brother on his big day, but he knew he was poor company. He couldn’t stop thinking about what a huge opportunity he was missing out on

the chance to meet Joseph Van Aardt and maybe to even work for him. His friend Tim had been trying to get an interview with Van Aardt for months; he’d seethed with jealousy when Ryan told him that he’d been shortlisted for a position. But the joke was on him now.

He’d sighed irritably as he stood by the bar watching Daisy dance with the bride and his mom, aware the entire time of Duke Grayson, Duane’s high-school best friend and one of his fellow groomsmen, staring at him from the other side of the room. He dropped his beer onto the bar and went to the men’s room. When he came out of the bathroom, Duke was waiting for him. He grabbed at his sleeve and pulled him into a deserted corner.

“You grew up real fine, little Ryan, real fine,” Duke slurred, leaning in to paw at Ryan’s collar and brush grasping, needy fingers across his dress shirt. “You remember? Remember the things we used to do?” His voice poured into Ryan’s ear, his sour drunken breath wafting over Ryan’s face. Duke’s wife and three kids were out on the dance floor, but Duke was here, touching him and forcing him to remember things he never wanted to think of again, things that made his stomach cramp with self-loathing and dread.

Ryan’s phone went off in his pocket and he shoved Duke away roughly, hissing, “Go back to your wife!” He lifted the handset to his ear and was utterly sucker-punched when the voice on the other end of the line answered with “Ryan Paullson? This is Joseph Van Aardt.”

He pushed through the nearest exit into the blissfully quiet parking lot, his heart hammering in his chest and the hand that gripped the phone gone clammy with sweat.

“Mr. Van Aardt?”

“Yes, that’s me,” the voice answered.

He bit his lip, swallowing hard. “Um, hi. I—look, I just want to say that I’m so sorry about today—about not being able to make our meeting. It was just, with my brother’s wedding—”

“Are you in Texas?” Van Aardt interrupted.

“Yes, I’m in Houston.”

“If you can get to the Ritz-Carlton in Dallas before midnight, then there’s a drink waiting for you at the bar.”

He hesitated, not quite taking in the words.

“Ryan, are you there?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. And yes, I’ll be there. Sir.”

There was a pause, a flurry of noise from the other end, Van Aardt covering the phone momentarily to speak to someone before he spoke again. “Glad to hear it, I’ve been wanting to meet with you.”

“I, yeah, likewise. It’d be a great honor to meet with you too.” He bit his lip as the words came out,
a great honor.
Christ, he was such a dork.

“Okay, then. And, Ryan?”

“Yes?”

“If you get pulled over don’t call me in to defend you. I don’t approve of drunk-driving.”

Ryan mentally totted up how much he’d had to drink since that morning—champagne, white wine, and a couple of beers after the dancing started. It wasn’t
that
much and he didn’t feel drunk. In fact, the run-in with Duke Grayson on top of this conversation was fast making him stone-cold sober. He ended the call and went to find Daisy.

It was two minutes to midnight when he pulled up outside the Ritz Carlton. He threw the car keys for his rental to the parking attendant and jogged into the hotel. He immediately spotted Joseph Van Aardt sitting at the bar, immaculately dressed in a suit and tie, and talking to the lone bartender. The bar was otherwise empty, save for one couple sitting in a corner booth, engrossed in conversation. Ryan smoothed down his shirt and attempted to smooth down his hair, willing his stupid heart to calm down and the snakes to quit slithering around in his belly.

The sound of Ryan’s shoes on the marble floor made Van Aardt turn around in his seat and look at him. His gaze was inscrutable and unapologetic as it ran over Ryan, and Ryan froze, waiting for his cue to approach.

In the flesh, Van Aardt was younger than Ryan had anticipated. Sure, he knew the guy was only thirty-four, just two years older than he was, but considering all of Van Aardt’s achievements, he was still expecting someone much older. He knew the bare facts about the man: born in Dallas, studied at Harvard, graduated top of his class at Harvard Law School. He joined Miller and Sachs straight out of law school and rose in the ranks to become the youngest junior partner in the firm’s history. He then surprised everybody by joining the much less prestigious firm of Chase Mackey at the age of thirty. It proved to be a good move. After only three years, he made senior partner and got his name in the lobby, and Chase Mackey (now Chase Mackey Van Aardt) had grown from a middling firm dealing with middling cases to one of the top, if not the top, law firms in New York City.

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