Flung: An Alpha Older Man and Curvy Younger Woman Romance (Seasons of Seduction Book 2) Read online

  Flung

  Seasons of Seduction

  Book 2

  Copyright

  First Edition, June 2019

  Copyright © 2019 by Adele Niles

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  Table of Contents

  Flung

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

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  Emma Brown has ignored everything and everyone around her the last six years, except for college. No men. No Sex. No fun. When she finally graduates she’s left with a pile of debt, two degrees and not a single fun memory to speak of. When bestie Marylin decides it’s time for Emma to finally let loose, neither expect that quiet and curvy Emma will take Spring Break by storm and bring the most wanted Bachelor in South Beach to his knees.

  When the sand storm settles, Emma’s spring fling is anything but over as Colton Cason shows Emma everything that life really has to offer.

  Warning: This steamy spring fling brings the heat of the season with a v-card romance that will make your head spin and have you rooting for the Alpha to take what’s his. Flung is book 2 in the Seasons of Seduction series, but the books can be read in any order. These are safe and steamy short reads with an HEA and no cheating

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  Chapter One

  Emma

  This was entirely too much.

  Marilyn was my friend, for sure. And I knew this was what she did. She always had stories about the extravagant gifts she gave her friends.

  I just never expected to be on the receiving end of one.

  But here I was, sitting on my couch and staring at two plane tickets to Miami.

  “Marilyn, I… I can’t accept this!”

  Marilyn laughed, shaking her head. Her red curls flew around her. She always managed to look like a movie star, even with a simple action like that. “Emma, come on! You just got your masters! We need to do something big to celebrate, and this is it!”

  I sighed heavily. She was right. I hadn’t celebrated getting my masters’ degree yet. It had been a few months since graduation in January, and I was just living my life like nothing had changed.

  But still, this was too much.

  “Marilyn, I… I really appreciate it, but…”

  “Hush.” Marilyn grinned. “We need to go have some fun. You’re one of the most studious, hard-working people I’ve ever met, and I want to see you let loose a little! Okay? I’m not saying you have to go completely crazy, but let’s just go spend spring break on the beach. We’ll dance and drink, and if you want to hook up with a guy, well… go for it!”

  I wasn’t the type for hook-ups. She knew that. She knew I went to class, came home, did my homework, and watched TV until it was time for bed. She knew I’d never called out of work unless I was really sick. She knew I’d never had a boyfriend, never gone clubbing, never gone to work hungover.

  Marilyn knew I was boring.

  And she was still trying to get me to go along with this.

  “Emma.” She sounded almost disappointed this time. “Look… just… come down to Miami with me. Okay? We’ll go to the beach for one day, and if you hate it, we can go to… museums or libraries or whatever it is you like.”

  I did like museums and libraries. Very much.

  That’s why I’d gone to school to be a librarian.

  “I just… I don’t know.” I sighed. “It’s a lot. It’s a lot of pressure to look and act a certain way.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Like… to be skinny and pretty and wear a lot of makeup. And look hot in a bikini. And I’m not any of those things.”

  “Oh, my god, don’t start being self-deprecating now!” Marilyn laughed. “Emma, you’re gorgeous. And you can totally look hot in a bikini. A thick girl like you? Yes, please!”

  God, how had she gotten so good at convincing people to do things?

  I sighed. “All right, but… Seriously, if it’s awful, I don’t want to stay.”

  “That’s fine. If it sucks, we’ll do something else.”

  I smiled a little, biting my lower lip. “Maybe… maybe it’ll be fun, though. Maybe, like… we’ll have fun dancing.”

  “And we’ll have fun drinking!” Marilyn laughed. “And I dunno about you, but I’m getting laid, like, every night that we’re down there!”

  I laughed, shaking my head. That was just like her. Marilyn may have lived in a cheap apartment, but it was only so she could afford her over-the-top lifestyle. She partied hard, and she traveled often, and she loved coming over to my house with expensive bottles of wine and gushing about the new guys she’d met.

  She was fun, in ways that I just wasn’t.

  Maybe this trip would be good for me. Maybe she’d rub off on me a little.

  Or maybe I’d at least have some fun before I started my new job. It was coming up fast. I’d managed to get hired on as a librarian in New York City—not at the central library with the lion statues, but a smaller branch, where I’d be running the teen department.

  It was what I wanted to be doing.

  And it was going to pay well, enough that I could make my stupid loan payments without too much worry.

  That, at least, was a relief.

  I put the envelope with the plane tickets on my coffee table and sighed, leaning back on the couch. “All right, so… if we’re going to spring break in Miami, then what do I need to pack?”

  Marilyn grinned. “A lot of sexy swimsuits. C’mon, get your purse. I’m taking you shopping.”

  Chapter Two

  Colton


  “Look, I really don’t care what it takes to get the fire marshal’s approval. If he needs money, pay him. If we have to move down the beach a little, fine. But we’re having this party, and that’s the end of it.”

  I sighed, taking a sip of my beer as the man on the other end of the line started to stammer. Something about maximum capacity, and other events on the beach the same night.

  I didn’t care.

  “Listen,” I interrupted. “The party is going to happen, on that night, at the time we have scheduled. I don’t care who you have to pay to make that happen, got it?”

  I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked. My assistant, Max, stood behind me. She was tall, her hair cut short, too butch for my tastes.

  And she was really serious. Which, for a personal assistant, worked out well.

  “It’s almost time for your set. You’ve got about five minutes.”

  I gave her a thumbs-up. “Cool. Thanks.” I turned away again, speaking into the phone. “Look. I gotta go. Get me the permits before I call you back, got it?”

  I hung up without letting him argue.

  “These people give me a goddamn headache, Max.”

  She nodded. “Well. It’s time to perform, and I know that always helps. Enjoy it.”

  I would.

  I always did.

  I opened my office door and stepped out into the area behind the bar. It was packed. The whole club was stuffed full of people. The lights were bright, music loud. The pool was full of gorgeous girls in skimpy bikinis.

  This was what I lived for.

  I wove through the crowd toward the stage. The other DJ saw me coming and waved, leaning in toward the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, don’t worry, I may be off for the night, but the party isn’t stopping! I’m about to turn you over to one of the greatest DJs in Miami, so dance like you mean it!”

  The crowd erupted into cheers.

  We switched places.

  I plugged my headphones into the computer and leaned over the mic. “How’s everybody tonight?”

  The crowd went wild again, screaming and cheering.

  I laughed.

  It never got old.

  “I’m DJ Pike, and I’ll get you through the rest of tonight. No going home until they shut us down, right?”

  They managed to scream even louder.

  I grinned. “Let’s kick it off right! Welcome to Spring Break 2019!”

  I started my first track. On the dance floor, people started to move, dancing enthusiastically.

  I didn’t hate the business side of things, but this was definitely what I loved.

  I threw myself into it, mixing tracks together and setting up a series of high-energy songs for people to dance to.

  Until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

  I looked back and saw Max standing behind me.

  She sighed. “You’re needed at the bar.”

  “Why?”

  “A problem. The bartenders are getting nervous and need backup.”

  I sighed heavily. At least they’d tried.

  “All right. I’ll be there in a second.”

  I queued up another few tracks, already good remixes, and followed Max away from the stage.

  Chapter Three

  Emma

  This was awful.

  Marilyn had picked the club. It was apparently one of the hottest in the city.

  I knew it was going to be a rough night as soon as we got in line.

  But the bouncer let us in. I guessed it had more to do with Marilyn being gorgeous than me, but at least we were out of line.

  Not that inside was any better. The place was stuffed with people. There was barely move to walk, much less any place to sit and watch what was happening. The music was loud and the lights bright.

  I was starting to think that I’d made a big mistake.

  Marilyn put her hand on my shoulder and leaned over me, shouting to be heard over the music. “Let’s go to the bar!”

  “Okay,” I shouted back.

  She held on to my shoulder as we worked our way through the masses toward the bar.

  Unsurprisingly, there was an enormous line. I stood a little too close to Marilyn, arms wrapped around myself as I watched. Everyone here was… hot. Really hot. Gorgeous girls in tiny swimsuits danced and played in the pool. All of the guys were well-dressed, attractive. Not my type, but I could see where other women would like them.

  Marilyn tapped my shoulder after a few minutes, trying to get my attention. “Look! You see the lanyards?” She pointed to a pair of gorgeous girls walking past. They were wearing bright orange lanyards, the letters ‘VIP’ glowing under the blacklights scattered around the club.

  I nodded.

  “How do we get them?”

  I shrugged. I wanted to go home already.

  It took a good ten minutes for us to get close to the bar. I watched people move around, getting drinks and then leaving. Except for one guy. He looked like an asshole—khaki shorts, polo shirt, wearing his sunglasses even though we were in a dark nightclub. He was talking to the bartender, gesturing angrily as they spoke.

  Was this guy really trying to pick a fight with the bartender?

  I glanced back at Marilyn. She was watching, too.

  She suddenly nudged me and pointed forward.

  A guy came behind the bar. He was tall, his skin tanned from living in Florida. He was a little scruffy, tattooed, dressed in jeans and a black tank top.

  I hadn’t realized that guys like that were my type.

  But wow. He was definitely my type.

  We got closer to the bar, close enough to start catching bits and pieces of the argument.

  “—more money than some dumb bouncer could ever dream of! I want a VIP pass, and you’re going to get it for me!”

  Yeah, the boy in the polo shirt was definitely an asshole.

  The guy in the black tank raised his eyebrows. “You think this is about money? It’s not. I really don’t give a shit how much money Daddy put in your bank account for your trip. You’re not a VIP. If you didn’t get a pass when they were on sale, there’s not much I can do for you.”

  The boy frowned. “Don’t you know who I am?”

  “Buddy, I don’t care who you are.”

  “I’ll take my friends somewhere else!”

  “Okay, take them somewhere else.”

  The tattooed guy looked at me. Our eyes met.

  He smiled and rolled his eyes.

  I laughed.

  Marilyn leaned over to shout into my ear again. “Whoa, hey! That guy is hot!”

  I nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

  I felt Marilyn straighten up. I didn’t need to look to be sure that she was trying to give him bedroom eyes.

  He chuckled, watching us. The boy was still arguing at him, insisting that he’d ruin the club by taking his friends and leaving.

  I couldn’t imagine that everyone in here was his friend, so it wouldn’t do that much damage.

  The guy in the tank top looked back at the kid, then at me and Marilyn. He pointed to the two of us, his gaze turning to the bartender. “Hey. Get these two ladies VIP passes.”

  “What?!” The kid moved to shove him.

  And in an instant, the guy had him turned around, one arm behind the kid’s back. “And call security. Get this asshole out of here.”

  The bartender made a call over the headset she was wearing. As soon as she’d finished, she unlocked a locked cabinet and removed two of the orange lanyards. “Ladies, here you are,” she said, smiling.

  “Are you serious?” Marilyn asked.

  “Yeah!” The bartender nodded. “What do you want to drink?”

  Marilyn ordered us both appletinis. The bartender nodded and immediately started to make them. As she did, I pulled some cash out of my pocket, sliding a twenty toward her.

  She handed me the glasses but waved away the money. “You’re VIP! Drinks are free!”

  “Really?”
/>   “Yeah!” She laughed, then turned, pointing. “Go around the bar. A bouncer will let you into the VIP lounge.”

  “Thank you!” I laughed, taking the lanyard and putting it on. Marilyn did the same, then took my arm, pulling me back toward the VIP area.

  A bouncer looked at our lanyards, then unclipped the velvet rope blocking off the VIP section from the rest of the club. It was so much quieter here, with room to walk around and a private bar.

  And a pool.

  But all of the people here were gorgeous, beautiful women and really handsome men. The people in the front had been beautiful, too, but these were… like Instagram models.

  I looked back toward the bar. The guy who’d given us the passes was gone.

  I needed to see him again before the night was over.

  When I turned back to her, Marilyn was smiling. “Looking for the guy?”

  “I wanted to say thank you.”

  She laughed. “So did I. I wonder if he’d accept me sucking his dick as a thank you?”

  I laughed and slapped her gently on the shoulder. “Don’t be gross!”

  “What? I mean it! He’s gorgeous!”

  I smiled. “He’s… really handsome.”

  Marilyn gasped. “Girl! You think so? Then go for it! I won’t get in your way!”

  “What? No! A guy like that won’t be into me.”

  “He gave us VIP passes because he couldn’t stop staring at you!”

  I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right. “Whatever. Let’s go over to the balcony so we can see the DJ?”

  Marilyn laughed, but nodded, walking with me to the balcony.

  She gasped. “Hey, is that…?”

  The guy who’d given us the passes was on stage.

  Chapter Four

  Colton

  I had to admit, I hated this part of the night.

  But the stupid games were a crowd-pleaser, so I kept doing them.

  I did appreciate the break midway through my set, anyway. I let the host, a nerdy-looking guy with a great voice, take my place on stage and walked toward the bar.