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By Karli Perrin



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Cover design: Emma Hart.



For those who are strong enough to walk away.



Listen to The Honey Trap playlist on Spotify!

In order of appearance -

Run the World (Girls) – Beyonce

Cry Me A River – Michael Bublé

Hotel – Cassidy ft R.Kelly

Pony - Ginuwine

I Believe In A Thing Called Love – The Darkness

Livin’ On A Prayer – Bon Jovi

Hot In Herre – Nelly

We Don’t Have To Take Our Clothes Off – Jermaine Stewart

Bump n’ Grind – R.Kelly

You’ve Got a Friend In Me – Randy Newman

I Kissed a Girl – Katy Perry

Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye

Despacito – Luis Fonso ft Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber

Sexual Healing – Marvin Gaye





honeytrap

noun

a stratagem in which an attractive person entices another person into revealing information or doing something unwise.



Prologue

In the beginning, I used to feel guilty when I seduced a married man.

I used to feel dirty when I kissed them.

I used to feel ashamed when their wives divorced them.

But now I feel nothing.

I am not to blame.

I am merely the catalyst.

I am the loaded gun.

I am the honey trap.



Chapter One

I focus on his wedding ring right before I close my eyes. His eager lips meet mine and I can almost taste his excitement. My mind goes into distraction mode as his tongue darts in and out of my mouth.

Tonight is what we call a half trap. This is where our clients are satisfied by photographs of their boyfriends or husbands kissing another woman. We wear a wire at all times so they also receive a recording of their partners planning to go home with us. Most women believe that planning to cheat is just as bad as actually cheating but some women need more. Some women refuse to believe that their man would actually go through with it. In other words, some women are stupid.

A full trap is where we take the men back to our place. Only, it's not our place. It's actually an apartment which the Honey Trap Agency (HTA) rents. Waiting inside are their scorned girlfriends or wives and sometimes the occasional lawyer. We also have an agency bodyguard on standby just in case things get heated but usually the men are too busy begging for forgiveness.

Our safety is a priority. If it's a full trap then we always insist on ordering a cab. Our driver, who is actually another bodyguard, will be parked up around the corner. They take our call then wait for five minutes before picking us up, which is always from a public place. On the rare occasion that a man insists on driving or calling their own cab, we end the trap and only charge our client for a half trap. We make a lot of money but nowhere near enough to put ourselves in any real danger.

I finally pull away when his hands begin to work their way down my back. I open my eyes and watch him for a moment, looking for any signs of indecision or guilt but they don't come. This guy's willing to go all the way. He smirks. "Wanna come back to my place, darlin'?"

I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to take me home to talk about the weather but I ask anyway for the recording. "What have you got in mind?"

He leans closer. "Have you ever had a multiple orgasm?"

I stop myself from rolling my eyes. "No," I reply, feigning innocence. Guys love the whole virginal act.

"Then I'll be your first."

Only in his dreams. If his wife doesn't leave him after tonight then they deserve each other. I grin seductively. "Let me go and freshen up first. I'll be back in a minute." I wink at him before walking away, swaying my hips as I go.

As soon as I step inside the restroom, I reach into my purse and take out my mini bottle of mouthwash. I always use too much but I like how it burns the taste of them away. After successfully numbing my entire mouth, I remove my wire and place it inside my purse just as the door opens. One of the agency photographers walks in and checks that we're alone before stopping in front of me. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "Did you get it?"

"Of course I got it." She takes out her camera and scrolls through several photographs. The first few are close-ups of his face so he can be clearly identified. The rest are shots of us kissing.

I call my boss as we both exit out of the back. "It's done."



Chapter Two

I hit the reject button on my cell for the fifth time today. I've had a shitty day and I'm not in the mood to talk to Emily right now. I lean back in my chair and spin around so that I'm facing the floor to ceiling windows which line the back wall of my office. Even after six years, the view never fails to take my breath away. Right in the heart of the city and almost fifty floors up, I have a perfect view of the Golden Gate bridge. Every time I look at it, I'm reminded of how lucky I am. I've worked my ass off to get where I am today and I'm damn proud of it.

I groan when I hear the sound of a phone ringing once again. At least this time it's my assistant calling on my office line. I push the little flashing button and put her on speakerphone. "Yes, Natalia?"

"Mr Hunter, I have a call for you on line one."

"Who is it?"

"Miss Louisa Wright."

"I don't know who that is. Take a message."

"She said she's calling from your lawyers office. Jewels and Stoneman?"

They must be calling for more information after our meeting last week. "Okay, put her through." Michael Bublé begins to serenade me for what feels like the hundredth time today. I make a mental note to change the hold music. There's only so many times you can listen to Cry Me A River without wanting to jump into a goddamn river so you don't have to listen to it anymore. The music stops, thank god. "Mason Hunter."

A woman clears her throat. "I can't believe I have to pretend to be somebody else to get you to talk to me."

I sigh. "What's up, Emily?"

"Why have you been ignoring me?"

"I've been busy. I still am."

"But you're the boss."

I glance at the huge pile of paperwork on my desk. "Yes, I'm well aware of that."

"So then why can't you take a break to call your wife?"

My head falls back against my chair. "I can't do this right now."

"Fine, we can talk about it when you come home. Speaking of which; any idea when that may be?"

"I'm not coming home." I pause, tempted to leave it at that, but it would only lead to more questions. "You know how things are, Emily. Look, it’s getting late and I still have to prepare for a meeting."


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