WIDOW ON THE LOOSE
Twenty years ago Claire Wellington was in love with two men. She chose the wealthier, mild mannered George and lived a privileged and comfortable existence. The three stayed friends, even though Travis Forrester didn't always approve of the way Claire behaved. When his best friend George died he asked Travis to take care of Claire and for two years Travis tried, keeping things on an impersonal level and managing her inheritance.
Even though Travis has loved Claire for the past twenty years, he no longer likes the women she has become. He knew if wouldn't be long before she crashed and burned. When she does, he has to decide if saving Claire is worth losing his heart a second time. Will she accept that she not only needs him to take control but that she craves what he is offering, even if that means she’ll be sitting uncomfortably when her behavior is out of control? Can he help her find the sweet, loving woman she’d been when they met decades earlier? Is she worth the risk?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of light age-play, explicit sexual scenes involving anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
“Okay, Travis. You’ve made me sweat suitably, done your best to shame me, now write the damn check. I have things to do,” she hissed, glaring at him.
“No?” she asked, stunned.
“That’s what I said, Claire. I will not write you a check. You receive a more than adequate monthly allowance to maintain your lifestyle and yet like clockwork you present yourself in my office each month asking for more. It’s going to stop, and I mean right now,” he informed her firmly.
“But it’s my money,” she stammered, her eyes wide and somewhat confused.
“Oh Claire,” Travis sighed. “You’re such a child at times,” he continued, shaking his head. “Yes, it is your money, but in what I consider one of the smartest things your husband ever did, he put it in trust for you.
“George adored you, but he wasn’t entirely blind to your faults, thank God.” Travis explained for the umpteenth time. “A trust means the money is safe, protected and doled out over time so you don’t find yourself in a situation where you can’t afford to live. He appointed me the trustee for two reasons. One, I could be trusted and two, you wouldn’t be able to sway or manipulate me away from my duties.”
“But you’ve given me extra money lots of times,” she exclaimed.
“Yes I have. You were grieving, honey, and I cut you some slack. I see now, after this trip,” he informed her, picking up the stack of bills, “that you are no longer the heartbroken widow and I’ll be damned if I let some loser take advantage of you.”
“It’s none of your business what I do with my money,” she cried, rising and stomping one foot.
“Unfortunately, it is, I write the checks,” he said, unable to hide his smile. Lord she was pissed. He watched her struggle to rein in her temper and then sidle around the desk. Pushing his large executive chair back she plopped down on his lap.
“Please don’t be nasty to me, Travis,” she pleaded. Claire ran her fingers through the touch of silver at his temples. “George trusted you to take care of me,” she pouted, resting her head on his shoulder.
“And that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he assured her, wishing she’d stop wiggling her bottom. “Claire, if I let you continue unchecked, you’ll be broke within ten years. You can’t spend money like water and expect it to last forever. I won’t allow you to fall victim to some guy looking for a cougar.”
“A cougar,” she cried, bolting upright on his knees. “You think I’m old? That someone will only want me for my money?”
“I think you’re perfectly lovely and always have, but you’re almost forty, Claire. It’s time to grow up, baby.”
“I am grown up, and I know my rights,” she insisted angrily, her dark eyes flashing. “I’ll have you replaced as my trustee.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. George’s will was very explicit for just that reason. The only way you’ll get a new trustee is if I die.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she retorted, taking hold of his tie and pulling.
“Careful Claire or you’ll find yourself facing the other way over my knees,” he warned, locking his gaze on her.
“You wouldn’t,” she insisted.
“Don’t count on that, honey. I’ve wanted to blister your ass since the night of your and George’s first anniversary party when you tossed your drink at him over some silly little remark.”
“I was drunk. That shouldn’t count,” she whispered in protest.
“On the contrary, that was no excuse and I would have spanked you for overindulging too.”
Slowly she began to skootch off his lap and for a moment he grasped her hip, holding her in place before allowing her to escape. When she was safely on the opposite side of his desk she leaned forward, planting her hands palms down on the cool dark wood.
“I always knew there was something different about you,” she sputtered, “something…unyielding. That’s why I picked George, even though I loved you both. George was so…”
“Manageable?” he drawled sarcastically.
“Yes, exactly! And don’t say it like it’s some kind of flaw,” she barked out.
“George was a great guy, fun, loving, easy-going. I miss him,” Travis admitted sadly, “but he didn’t do you any favors.”
“How can you say that?” she demanded. “He did everything for me.”
“Yes, and now you can’t seem to do anything for yourself; even manage your finances so you don’t have to come in here every month asking for more money. He left you well off. You should be grateful.”
“I would be, if you’d let me have enough money to have some fun once in a while.”
“Claire, this discussion is over,” Travis snapped rising. “You can expect your monthly allowance in your account on the 1st, but you’re not getting another dime before that. Have I made myself clear?” he asked sternly.
“Abundantly,” she shot back, picking up her purse. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I have plenty of things I can sell outright, including my apartment,” she sneered, “although I hardly think that’s what George had in mind.”
“Claire, don’t you dare sell that apartment,” he ordered rounding the desk.
“You may control the trust, Travis, but you can’t stop me from doing what I want with the rest of my things. Maybe if I’m homeless a judge will overrule you and give me my inheritance in a lump sum,” she called over her shoulder as she walked to the door.
“I’m warning you, Claire,” he growled. “Your attitude is not acceptable. Come back here!”
“Sorry, the cougar has left the building,” she cooed just before slamming the door behind her.