Entanglement: The Sensual Treatments Series

By Lisa Bonham

Kelly:

A sweet surprise or a Mystery Club Night at Malibu Paradise? Whatever it is I will be dressing as super hot as I can for the occasion. My makeup will be perfect to pair with my red Versace dress and Manolo Blahnik stilettos. I want to make sure I have that neat yet rough and elegant edge that pairs so sexy and perfect with Christopher and his successful, bad boy image.

Christopher has gently taken me with this tenderness and unlocked the keys to my once hidden and suppressed raging libido. My thighs become hot just at the thought of his intricate back muscles all the way trailed down to the back of his thighs and calves..

It's coming up to six months now, I'm cushioned in this cloud of bliss…. What will happen next?

Michael

I relish at the anticipation of seeing Kimberly in my thoughts so often in a day. I've been in control most of my life to build my technology empire with people at my whim and eager to help and compound my commercial enterprises around the world.

Money is not important to me anymore. I am one of the top twenty billionaires in America.

LOVE WITH A REAL and INTELLIGENT AND STIMULATING WOMAN IS WHAT I URGENTLY NEED.

REAL LOVE.

The pleasures in life to travel all over the world and share the very few locations that I have not been to wake up entangled with my true love is what I am looking for.

I hope it's not too late….

            I must keep my mind and hope strong even if my body is weak…to focus on the dreams I have in my heart and limitless possibilities we could have with Kimberly by my side….

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Bonham
• Release date: Apr 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215305935

Book preview

Chapter 1

Kelly

I push my chair back from my desk and take a minute to stretch my arms and back. I’ve been sitting in front of my computer all day, and I still have a lot of work to do, but I need to take a break for a few minutes. I ‘m tired, tense, and my eyes are starting to feel strained. I get up and slowly stroll around my office once, stopping at the big windows looking out over the main area of the Caribbean Paradise. It’s still too early for the club to open, but there is a big hustle and bustle everywhere, with people moving tables and chairs, and adding new decorations.

My assistant is watching over and directing everything. I long to be there with her, doing my favorite part of the job, but I can’t. Not yet. I have so much other work to do first, and it’s about time I got back to it. I can’t help but groan when the screensaver turns off and the countless tabs and windows, I have open show me just how much work is still left for the day.

If you were to ask anyone to tell you what they imagine the life of a nightclub owner is like, they’d probably start going on and on about testing new menu items at the bar, holding auditions for live entertainment, coming up with fun, cool ways to decorate the place, and mingling with the guests of the club all night long. True, that is a part of my life, but only a small part of it. Most of my days have always been filled with planning, paperwork, and so, so much admin. Just keeping track of my alcohol stock each week is enough to give me a headache. Worst of all is that even though hanging around in the club late into the night is great, it’s a fairly rare occasion, and always comes at a price.

The club opens in the evenings and closes in the early morning hours, but the rest of the world still operates during regular business hours, including all the businesses I depend on to keep the club running. That means that I can’t just party all night and sleep the day away. Still, I love the Caribbean Paradise, and seeing the place full of people dancing and having a good time each night is worth any amount of tedious admin work I have to plow through. I gulped down the last of the cold coffee my assistant brought me nearly an hour before and jumped back into my work.

I was just finishing sending out the last few salaries for the month when I heard a knock on my office door. I don’t even have enough time to look up before the door opens and Christopher steps in, closing the door behind himself. He smiles at me, and I practically melt. Even after dating him for so long, the mere sight of him has me feeling warm and tingly all over. He is the kindest, sweetest, most considerate man I’ve ever met underneath that gruff bad boy exterior of his. He can be infuriating far too regularly of course, but his stupid puns and otherwise good sense of humor make up for it. He’s also perfectly handsome, from his honey hair and amber eyes to his chiseled body usually covered by a T-shirt and jeans.

Except this time, he isn’t dressed casually at all. He’s wearing a dark gray business suit with dress shoes and a pale blue shirt underneath. The only real hint of color is the blood-red tie. His hair—which he usually wears loose and messy—is neatly combed back and tied into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. I don’t see him dressed like this often since these are his work clothes and he always tries to get out of them as soon as humanly possible.

I flash Christopher a quick smile and turn back to my work. This isn't something I can just immediately drop to chat. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christopher wandering around the office, looking around as if he wasn’t already intimately familiar with the place. When he comes to stand behind me and stares at my screen, it becomes a little too hard to concentrate. I can physically feel his presence even if he isn’t touching me. I push him away, knowing that it isn’t right to have him watching while I’m working with my employees’ private information. He just laughs again and drifts over to the windows to watch the goings-on beneath us.

What are you doing here? I demand once the last salary is paid out and I can check another task off my to-do list. While it isn’t unusual for Christopher to suddenly pop in from time to time, especially since everyone working in security now knows to just let him in unless I’m in a meeting or busy with an audition, he’s never visited me at work this early in the day.

It’s not even one o’clock yet, I say, joining him at the window. Aren’t you supposed to still be at work?

I took the afternoon off, he tells me. I need some time to get things ready for tonight. I just decided to stop by before heading home.

I can’t wait for evening to finally get here. This whole week Christopher’s been hinting at an incredible date he’s been planning, and the day has finally arrived.

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