She knew that she was in trouble. Across the room there stood a man dressed in all black, and looking so damned good looking. Ashton Crest was staring, she knew it, but she couldn't help it. The man that had caught her attention stood at the doorway, talking to the host of the Halloween party. The host, Crystal-Lynn Smites, was dressed in a bright red devil suit, complete with the tail, horns, and a pitchfork. She was a short but elegant woman who was quite the spitfire. No one doubted that she had the temperament of the devil, and can, and did, show it when she had to.
But right now Ashton was more worried about the man. Who was he and where did he come from? Lean, but with muscles in all the right places. He was tall, well over six feet. Wide shoulders, a flat stomach, black hair, light eyes, great thighs and legs drew her interest at once. He had no jewelry except for a gold watch he wore on his left wrist. He had a moustache and he hadn't shaved in a few days, Ashton could tell.
She had left the house that night with the intentions of finding a man willing enough to give her a one-night stand. She knew she deserved it and she couldn't wait to get someone in bed. After two years of fighting, the day before, her husband had finally signed the divorce papers. She felt she had a right to celebrate. And one night of wild sex was just what she wanted. Luke hadn't been all that great in bed, and Ashton vowed from the beginning that she wouldn't cheat on her husband. But, she finally turned to another man. After almost six months of not having sex, she had to. She was going insane!
But after only a week, Luke found out. He had always been a good businessman and Ashton could afford to stay home and do nothing. Ashton admitted that she had been a little sloppy about the affair but she didn't care. She was finally getting what she wanted: wild sex with someone who knew what they were doing.
And man did Evan know! Luke was all about himself in bed, and as long as he came, he couldn't care less about her. Evan was different in all ways. He devoted at least thirty minutes each day to pleasing her on his knees. He loved her taste and getting her off. So did Ashton!
Now, in the middle of the party, she could feel herself getting wet. She rubbed her thighs together in attempt to rub the ache away. She soon found out that it wasn't going to go away that fast. She looked around the room to see if anyone was watching her and found to her dismay no one was. She wanted to be watched by someone! Looking back at the man by the door, she was surprised to see the mysterious man in black watching her.
Making up her mind, she walked towards him with seduction on her mind. He looked her up and down in her sexy maid outfit, and then he met her eyes and smiled seductively. He knew, somehow, what she wanted. And she was a little embarrassed, but she wanted him.
"My name is Ashton. What's yours, handsome?"
"My, my, at what a brave little vixen. Name's Grant, and let me be the first to tell you what an amazing outfit you have there."
Grant, huh? Ashton thought to herself. For some reason, that name suited him well.
"Thank you, Grant, and just what is your outfit supposed to be?"
"Well, I don't usually go to these types of parties, but I just hired Ms. Smites, and she invited me here. She failed to tell me that it was a costume party." He grinned at her with ease while thinking to himself about what might be under the maid outfit, and how soon he would find out. He knew she wanted to fuck him, and he was ready and willing for it. She was a gorgeous woman, and a guy would have to go nuts to turn someone that good-looking away.
"So, Mr. Grant, where are you from?"
