Chapter 47
Dylan surveyed the mansion before pulling into the driveway. Whatever this businessman did, it paid well. It was a new build, flat roofed, with tall angular walls and great sheets of glass for windows. A balcony ran round the top half, giving panoramic views of the rolling countryside surrounding it. He could see the edge of a stable at the back and a swimming pool glistening in the sunshine. What a pad, he thought. More to the point, what potential clients to have. This man’s pockets evidently ran deep. Dylan parked his car at the front and knocked on the wide, wooden door, which had a strip of glass running down the middle. He could make out a slim figure of a woman coming towards it. She pulled the heavy door open and smiled.
‘Hello, you must be Dylan.’
They say first impressions count. Dylan took one look at the woman before him and sensed money, class and sex appeal. He returned the smile and held his hand out.
‘Pleased to meet you, Mrs Tait.’
She shook it and purred, ‘Please, call me Samantha.’
He clocked the huge diamond on her hand. Samantha Tait had long, thick dark hair that tumbled in ringlets past her shoulders. She wore a short, coral sundress with spaghetti straps, showcasing an ample cleavage and long legs, which Dylan’s eyes homed in on like radar.
‘Come through. I was just making coffee.’ She led him through a vast open-plan lounge, all white sofas and glass tables, into the kitchen area, which had glossy white units and was clinically clean. A percolator was boiling with fresh-ground coffee. Samantha click-clacked her way over the tiled floor in sequined mules. ‘How do you like it?’ She stared at him. Dylan paused. ‘Your coffee?’ she added, with a playful grin. Was she flirting with him?
‘Black, no sugar, thanks.’
She turned back to make the drinks. Dylan rested his gaze on her slender figure.
Passing his coffee over she explained, ‘I’m afraid my husband’s had to go away on business, last minute.’ Dylan paused again: would this mean a wasted trip? ‘But don’t worry, I’m sure we can come to some agreement.’ She eyed him up and down, making him a touch uncomfortable. Normally he would relish such an opportunity, but this was different: it was business, not pleasure. Then again, Samantha was extremely attractive and clearly in good shape, judging by her toned body and brown, silky skin. The wedding photographs dotted about the place told him she was much younger than her middle-aged husband. Dylan would put her at early thirties.
‘Could I see your horses?’ he asked, trying to sound as professional as he could.
‘Certainly, this way.’ She then led him out of the patio doors to the rear of the house. The garden stretched back for miles. The stables were newly built and housed three horses.
‘Cleo I’ve had for years,’ she said, pointing to the end stable. A black horse’s head leant out of the door. ‘These two we bought last year. We’ve recently moved from my husband’s home town in Ireland,’ Samantha continued, showing him inside the stable.
Dylan swiftly looked at the two chestnut horses and grasped immediately what thoroughbreds they were. He wanted to get a deal wrapped up quickly.
‘I see. Who trained them?’
‘Harvey Molloy.’ Dylan nodded. Molloy was an arch rival of Sean Fox.
‘They’ve definitely got potential. I can train them to peak performance,’ he stated, facing her. Was that a smile playing round her lips?
‘Yes, I believe peak performance is your forte.’ Her eyes washed over his body and rested on his crotch. Dylan stood still, staring at her. He definitely wasn’t going to make the first move. This was a prospective client, and a rich one at that. Any misunderstandings could prove disastrous. Samantha, however, made things quite clear. She moved closer to him. ‘I head-hunted you.’ He could feel her breath on his face. Still he remained silent. ‘After I read that article, you wetted my appetite. Then that commercial showed me everything I needed to know. I knew you’d fit the bill.’ Dylan’s eyes shifted down, her breasts nestled big and firm in her dress; hard dark nipples poked against the fabric. She spoke seductively. ‘I’d like you to train my horses,’ Dylan’s head jerked up, ‘as long as we can reach an understanding.’ Her tongue ran across her lips. Dylan looked at her. So he was going to have to tend to Samantha as well as the horses.
‘I hear what you’re saying,’ he answered.
‘Good. Shall we go inside and seal the deal?’
‘Let’s,’ he smiled back.
He followed her back inside. She took him upstairs into her bedroom, where French doors opened out onto the balcony. A hot tub was bubbling away outside on the decking. Next to it was a table with champagne in an ice bucket and two accompanying glasses. She’d orchestrated the whole thing, Dylan realised.
‘When is your husband back?’ he asked.
‘Not till tonight,’ she replied. Dylan’s shoulders relaxed. ‘Let’s celebrate with a drink.’ She poured them each a glass of champagne. Dylan joined her out on the balcony and admired the view. Green velvet fields of all shades lay out before him. It was stunning.
‘It’s a beautiful place you’ve got here,’ he remarked, turning to take his glass off her.
‘Yes. My husband designed it. He’s an architect.’ And a very successful one concluded, Dylan.
She threw her head back and downed her champagne. Her eyes levelled with his, challenging. Dylan took a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving her face. She pushed both straps down over her shoulders and slowly pulled her dress fully down to rest on her ankles. She was totally naked, her bronze, silken body was there for the taking.
‘Now your turn, Dylan.’
Dylan gulped and swiftly undressed. Her eyes devoured his muscular, toned torso and jutting erection. She walked to the hot tub and lowered herself onto the ledge of the water. Dylan followed and slid in beside her. Immediately she sat astride him, her breasts pushed hard against his chest. Dylan stroked his hands along her thighs, as her lips plunged onto his. There was no tenderness, just a hard, urgent need. He suspected that middle-aged husband of hers wasn’t meeting the necessary requirements. She crushed her hips impatiently against him. He sunk his swollen shaft into her, making her cry out and ride him up and down in a slow motion. His mouth moved to her nipples grazing his face, and she cried out again as he ran his tongue over them, sucking and tugging each one. Her hands ran through his black curls as he suckled her, then her hips moved backwards and forwards with urgency, and he could feel her tighten against his cock.
