Seducing Kaden (The Kennedy Boys Book 6)

  SIOBHAN DAVIS

  www.siobhandavis.com

  Note from the Author

  While you don’t need to read the previous books in this series to enjoy Seducing Kaden, it is advisable. For those who are up to date with the series, Seducing Kaden starts off in the same timeframe as Saving Brad, with the exception of those chapters that reference the past.

  Happy reading and enjoy!

  Table of Contents

  Note from the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Books by Siobhan Davis

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Past – Freshman Year of College

  Kaden

  I join the line in the coffee place, stifling a groan as I count the numerous heads in front of me.

  Note to self: Get here earlier in future.

  But even the lengthy line can’t dampen my mood. I’m finally starting college, finally free of the stifling atmosphere in the house. Ever since Mom and James broke the news to me on my eighteenth birthday, I’ve been drowning, suffocating, and I desperately need to start a new chapter in my life. Harvard has always been Mom’s dream for us—she attended, along with her father and his father before and so on—and God help any of my brothers if they don’t want to follow tradition, but I’ve never minded.

  Not until they dropped the bomb, and now I’m so freaking angry at my mother that all thoughts of joining her in the family business have flown out the window.

  But I’m not sorry I’m here. This is the fresh start I so badly need.

  The line moves, and I take a few steps forward, still mulling it all over in my head. I can’t believe Mom’s lied to me my entire life. And now she expects me to do the same to Keven. I was this close to telling him last week before I left Wellesley to settle into my dorm. I think I would have too, only all that shit went down with Cheryl and he’s devastated. I won’t deliver another gut punch, so I’m keeping my parents’ secret.

  For now.

  A guy brushes past me, in a huge hurry, holding a paper cup in each hand.

  “Aaggh!” A woman cries out behind me, and I spin around, watching the guy scowling at her in annoyance before he pushes through the door out onto the sidewalk. A cup is on the ground, hot liquid seeping all over the floor. “Oh no!” The woman has her head bent, her long dark hair shielding her face, as she frantically plucks at her jacket and blouse, both covered with coffee stains.

  I run to the front of the counter, swiping a few paper towels and return to her side. “Here.” I hold them out to her. “These might help.”

  She lifts her head, and I stop breathing. Warm, brown eyes the color of rich whiskey meet mine. Framed by thick, long lashes, her eyes are the kind that suck you in and leave you spellbound. As I stare at her, definitely for longer than is socially acceptable, I see the moment a fresh layer of panic sets in, and I desperately want to remove it. “Are you hurt?” I ask, concerned the coffee may have scalded her skin, but she shakes her head. She barely reaches my chest, but as I quickly scan her body, there’s no doubting she’s all woman. She may be a tiny little thing, but she has curves in all the right places.

  “My jacket absorbed most of it.” Her voice is unintentionally sultry and every bit as hypnotic as her face. With her voluptuous mouth, golden skin, and sexy body, she reminds me of a younger Sophia Vergara. Only sexier.

  Way sexier.

  She sighs. “But it’s ruined, along with my blouse. I look a hot mess.” She drags slender fingers through her thick hair, sighing again.

  “Can I do anything else to help?”

  “I think I’m beyond help at this point.” Her lower lips wobbles and her smile is shaky. She looks down again, and her chest visibly heaves as a shuddering breath escapes her tempting lips. “Hell. Could this day be off to a worse start,” she murmurs, looking crestfallen. She starts dabbing at her clothing, scrubbing at the stains, but she’s right—they are ruined.

  “That guy is a jerk. The least he could’ve done is offer to pay for dry cleaning.”

  “I agree.” She continues trying to blot the excess liquid from her blouse. “But that wouldn’t help my current predicament.”

  She looks on the verge of tears, and I want to eradicate that strained expression from her face—I’ve always been a sucker for a damsel in distress. “I’ll hold your place in line if you want to go to the restroom and wash out the stains.”

  She nods. “That’s a great suggestion and thank you.” She starts rummaging in her bag. “In case you make it to the front before I return, I’ll have a latte.” She thrusts a five-dollar bill in my hand. “And a pack of valium too,” she jokingly adds.

  “I’ll see what I can do,” I say, curling the bill back in her fist. “And I don’t need that. It’s on me.”

  She looks flustered. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

  “You didn’t ask.” I grin. “I’m offering, and you’ll offend my masculine pride if you turn me down.”

  She laughs, a light, tinkling sound that reverberates through my bones. “Okay, if you insist. I don’t want to be held responsible for any damage to your male pride.” She sends me a shy smile before she backs away, clutching her bag to her chest. Nudging her way through the crowd, she makes a beeline for the bathroom.

  My eyes are stuck to her retreating form like glue. She wears that fitted gray skirt suit like it was spray-painted on her gorgeous body. Lust stirs deep inside me, and I can’t remember the last time I had such a visceral response to a girl. Although it’s clear she’s all woman and most definitely a few years older than me. Judging by the way she’s dressed, I’m guessing she works on campus. She’s way out of my league, but that doesn’t stop my hormones from going crazy. If anything, that only elevates my interest in her. My brother Kalvin recently lost his virginity to an older woman, and he said it was hot. Now, I’m imagining all kinds of scenarios and getting worked up.

  The line moves forward, and time seems to slow to a crawl. I almost give myself whiplash alternating my gaze between the line and the restroom. When I reach the counter, I place both our orders and then move to the back of the room with our takeout to wait for her.

  She appears a couple of minutes later, scanning the line anxiously for me, and, damn, if that doesn’t please me no end. When she spots me, a relieved smile spreads across her lush mouth, and I have to coax my dick to stay down. Her jacket is slung over her arm as she advances toward me in a hip-clinging skirt and almost transparent white blouse. White lace peeks through the flimsy material, and the sight of her ample tits barely contained by her bra does nothing to dampen my ardor. My dick surges to life, and I’m praying she doesn’t notice the monster bulge in my jeans.

  “Thank you so much,” she says in a breathy voice as I
hand her a cup.

  “Did the stains come out?” As much as I want to look, I daren’t risk it, because I’m already painfully hard.

  She gestures at her chest, seemingly unaware of how transparent her blouse is. “It’s not as noticeable on my blouse, but my jacket is ruined. At least it’s warm, and I can forego it.” Her laugh is nervous, and as she looks down at her feet, I realize she understands the situation perfectly—she’s just trying to make the best of it.

  “My Jeep isn’t far from here. I don’t mind driving you home if you want to change?” I offer. Who cares about being late for my very first class?

  Tipping her chin up, she smiles at me from under thick, sultry lashes, and I fall into a daze. I’ve never believed in the whole “love at first sight” bullshit, but I think I’m about to eat my words. She is the most beautiful, most captivating creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’d burn the world down to keep that gorgeous smile on her face.

  “You’re so sweet, but unfortunately there isn’t time.” The smile drops off her face, replaced with her earlier panic. “It’s my first day here, and I can’t be late. I’ll just have to make do.” She rolls her eyes, exhaling noisily. “Way to make a first impression.”

  “You’ll do great.” I rush to reassure her, even though it’s an empty platitude because what the hell do I know? Every guy in the place is going to be sniffing around her all day.

  “I guess we’ll see.” She attempts to put a brave face on, but I can tell it’s for show.

  “At least let me walk you.” Please let me walk you. I’m not ready to let you go yet.

  “No, it’s fine, honestly. Thank you for all your help …” She arches one elegant brow.

  I hold out my hand. “I’m Kaden.” I deliberately omit my surname, because I’ve seen the effect it has on people. Especially women.

  She places her tiny hand in mine, and the instant her soft skin touches my flesh an electrical charge whips through my body like lightning. Her eyes pop wide and she jumps a little, so I’m guessing I’m not the only one feeling the spark of attraction between us. Two rosy spots bud on her cheeks, and I’m a goner. I want this woman under me, over me, and in every way I can have her. My boner strains against my jeans, and if she looks down, there’s no way she’ll miss it.

  “I’m Evelina, but my friends call me Eva.”

  “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” I say, taking her hand and lifting it to my lips. I kiss the tips of her fingers, wishing it was her mouth. She visibly shivers, and my answering grin is automatic. “I’d love to take you out some time.” My eyes drill into hers, so I notice the instant they turn anguished. My brow furrows in confusion, and I don’t understand what I said to upset her.

  She slants a sympathetic look my way, sliding her hand from mine. Switching her coffee cup from one hand to the other, she waves her left hand at me. “I’m married.” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

  My brows climb to my hairline in surprise. I know she’s a bit older than me, but not that much older. Disappointment slaps me in the face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize, or I wouldn’t have said anything.”

  “It’s okay.” She clutches her bag tightly. “It happens a lot.”

  I’ll bet.

  Eva is a stunner and I’m sure she turns heads wherever she goes. I hold the door open for her. “After you.”

  “Thank you, Kaden.”

  We step outside, bathed in glorious sunshine, and she turns to me, the sun highlighting her exquisite form like a halo. “It was so nice to meet you, but I really have to run.” She wiggles her fingers at me. “Have a good day.” She offers me one last smile before turning around. “Oh,” she calls out over her shoulder, looking back and gently shaking her cup, “and thanks for the latte.”

  “My pleasure,” I holler, watching her pick up her pace, heading in the same direction I’m going.

  I walk behind a group of students, keeping a reasonable distance between us in case she notices me and thinks I’m stalking her or something.

  Mom would blow a gasket if I did anything to damage her precious reputation. The Kennedy Apparel brand is her whole world, and, sometimes, I think she loves that business more than she loves me and my brothers.

  When Eva turns into the same red-bricked building I’m heading for, my interest further piques. Well, shit. She works in the Arts and Sciences faculty? Guess I’m going to be seeing a lot more of the lovely Eva.

  What a pity I can only look.

  A thought occurs to me suddenly, and I stop at the bottom of the steps, quickly glancing at my watch. I’m early for my first lecture so I have enough time. Calling Courtney, my mom’s assistant, I quickly tell her what I want. From the initial pregnant pause, I can tell she’s dying to pry, but she knows better. She confirms she’ll get onto it immediately, and I hang up, hoping I’m right and that there’s only one Evelina working here.

  My morning classes go quickly, and I connect with a couple of guys who seem solid. After lunch, I join my new buddy Duke in a row at the back of the auditorium as we wait for Professor Garcia to show up.

  Duke emits a low whistle, sitting up straighter in his seat. “This class just got a whole lot more interesting.” He bumps my shoulder, and I silence my cell, slipping it in the pocket of my jeans. Looking up, I blink repeatedly, straining forward in my seat, struggling to accept what my eyes are seeing.

  Well, hot damn.

  The professor clears her throat, addressing the dumbstruck crowd. “Good afternoon, class. I’m Evelina Garcia and I’ll be instructing you on the principles of economics for this semester.” She projects a course outline, proceeding to discuss each item she plans to cover, but her words filter in one ear and out the other. I’m still stuck on the fact the woman I’ve been lusting after all morning is my professor.

  Duke chuckles under his breath. “Dude, I think you’ve got a little drool there.” He gestures at my chin. “Not that I blame you. She’s fucking gorgeous. Man, do you see the rack on her?”

  If only he knew.

  At least the outfit I had delivered fits her, and her sexy cleavage is nicely protected behind the couture fitted jacket. Courtney sent her the perfect skirt suit. It’s a rich, chocolate-brown color that complements her eyes and her skin tone. The fit is sublime too, and the expensive material hugs her body like a second skin. I look around, and every guy in the room is hanging off her every word, their eyes stuck to her sexy body. I shift in my seat as an unfamiliar territorial sensation sweeps over me.

  When class ends, and everyone starts leaving, I realize I haven’t heard a word she’s said, nor have I taken any notes. I’ve been in a trance the entire time. I stand up, stretching my arms out over my head in an attempt to loosen my tightly strung body. Her gaze flicks up, and she spots me.

  Although we’re separated by a vast auditorium, and students are spilling out of their seats, making their way toward the exit, we may as well be in an empty lecture hell with no distance dividing us. Electricity ripples in the air as we stare at one another.

  “I’d like to have a word with Kaden Kennedy,” she says into her mic. “Please approach the desk.”

  Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.

  “What’s that all about?” Duke asks, curiosity in his tone.

  “I’ll tell you later,” I murmur, grabbing my backpack and making my way down to the front of the auditorium.

  “Kaden.” Her eyes meet mine, and there’s confidence in her gaze that was missing this morning.

  “Professor Garcia.” My lips fight a smirk.

  She rounds the desk. “Actually, it’s Doctor Garcia,” she admits. “But I prefer to keep that under wraps.”

  I stare at her in awe. “How is that even possible? You must have graduated in diapers.”

  Her lips curve into an amused grin. “It was something like that,” she murmur
s. “I trust my secret is safe with you?”

  “Of course. I’ll take your secrets to the grave.” I shoot her a cocky grin.

  Her expression turns serious. “Thank you for the suit.” She gestures at herself. “It’s … spectacular, and it was extremely thoughtful of you.”

  I shrug. “It was nothing. Considering you called me by my full name, I’m assuming you’ve figured out it’s my mom’s company. All I did was call up her assistant and ask her to send you a suit ASAP.”

  “How did you know my size?”

  “Lucky guess,” I lie. I’ve grown up with a mom who is owner and CEO of one of the largest international fashion brands in the world. Every time Mom meets a gorgeous girl, she asks her for her measurements and if she’s interested in modeling. It’s a running joke among me and my brothers, and we take bets on how long it’ll take Mom to mention it. Plus, I’ve worked the last few summers in the office with her, so I know more about this stuff than the average guy. Not that you’ll ever hear me confirming that out loud. That would do zilch for my street cred.

  Grabbing her bag, she removes a checkbook. “How much do I owe you?”

  I shake my head. “Nothing. It was a gift.”

  She levels me with a grave look. “It can’t be a gift, Kaden. You’re one of my students, and the last thing I need is someone suggesting I’m taking bribes for grades.”