Seduced By A Steele (Forged of Steele #12) - Brenda Jackson
One
Mercury Steele glanced over at his mother, sitting across the breakfast table. Eden Tyson Steele, you just had to love her.
He’d just told her how awful the past few days had been for him. Not only had he lost a client but also one of his prized antique cars had been stolen. She had the audacity to say there must be a reason for the streak of bad luck he’d had lately. Of course, she couldn’t resist blaming it on his womanizing ways.
“That’s awful about your car getting stolen, Mercury. What did the police say about it?” his father asked with concern.
He appreciated his father’s empathy, but then, Drew Steele had passed his love for antique cars on to his six sons. He’d passed something else on to them, as well. Namely his testosterone-driven genes.
In Drew’s younger days he’d been quite the ladies’ man. His reputation as a philanderer had been so bad that he’d been run out of Charlotte by a bunch of women out for blood—namely Drew’s. He had fled from North Carolina, where most of the Steele family lived, and made his way to Phoenix. That was where he’d eventually met and fallen in love with Mercury’s mother.
Eden Tyson Steele, a green-eyed beauty and former international model, whose face had graced the covers of such magazines as Vogue, Cosmo and Elle, had practically snatched Drew’s heart right out of his chest. Proving miracles could happen.
For the longest time, it seemed their six die-hard bachelor sons had inherited Drew’s philandering genes when their womanizing reputation rivaled that of their father’s. They’d become known as the Bad News Steeles. Four of Mercury’s brothers had now married, leaving only two brothers still single: Mercury and Gannon.
He couldn’t speak for Gannon, but Mercury intended to be a bachelor for life.
Their brother Galen was the oldest of the six and had gotten married first. At thirty-eight he’d made millions as a video-game creator. Tyson was thirty-seven, the most recent to marry, and was a gifted surgeon. Eli, at thirty-six, was a prominent attorney in town and had been the second to marry. Jonas, who was thirty-five and the third to marry, owned a marketing business. Mercury was thirty-four and was a well-known sports agent; and Gannon, who had recently turned thirty-three, had become CEO of the family’s million-dollar trucking firm when Drew had retired.
“They will be on the lookout for it, Dad, but I was told not to get my hopes up about getting it back. More than likely it will be dismantled for parts. Knowing that hurts more than anything. That particular car was my favorite.”
Drew nodded sympathetically and Mercury appreciated his father’s understanding of just how upset he still was about it, even if his mother did not. He glanced at his watch. “I need to get going if I intend to make that appointment. A possible new client.”
Getting up from the table, he leaned over and placed a kiss on his mother’s cheek. “Thanks for breakfast, Mom. You’re still my number one girl.” He then glanced over at his father. “I’ll talk to you later, Dad.”
Ten minutes later he was headed toward his office in the Steele Building. A few years ago, his attorney brother, Eli, had purchased a twenty-story high-rise in downtown Phoenix. Eli’s wife, Stacey, owned the gift shop on the ground floor. Their brother Jonas’s marketing company, Ideas of Steele, was housed on the fifth floor, and Galen leased the entire second and third floors as a downtown campus for his wife’s etiquette schools. Mercury and his brother Tyson jointly leased the tenth floor. Although Tyson was the physician in the family, he’d leased the space as a gift to his wife, Hunter, for her architecture company.
Sharing office space with Hunter worked out great. Mercury liked Hunter and for now they shared an administrative assistant, Pauline Martin. The older woman was perfect and had to be the most efficient woman Mercury had ever met. She knew how to handle him, his clients and his appointments.
The moment he merged into traffic on the interstate that would take him downtown, he blinked. Three cars ahead of him was his car. His stolen car. He would recognize his red