The Art of Accidental Seduction

Chapter 1

**Karin's POV**

High heels and French Maid costumes don't go together. Sure, they both make you look sexy as hell, but it's impossible to walk in heels while simultaneously checking that your fluffy, black, excuse-of-a-skirt isn't ridding up your ass and leaving nothing to the imagination. It would all be worth it, I promised myself. Tonight would be a night to remember. I'd meet a hot guy, get drunk, and have hot sex. What could go wrong?

It was Halloween, and everyone went all-out. It was the only time of the year that girls could dress up as total sluts and get away with it. I think everyone appreciated an excuse to get wild without any repercussions.

I had already consumed far too many drinks, but everyone had-so it wasn't a big deal. I pranced around, flaunting my body in such a way that men's eyes had a hard time looking away. I knew most of the people, and had no trouble finding someone to flirt with.

"Brent, darling" I drawled, using my natural French accent. Unbeknownst to everyone but a select, few people, I had lived in France for several years before I moved to the States. I usually just faked an American accent when I was around other people, but when I was at home or by myself I always used my natural accent.

Brent turned around and grinned in response. "Hey, babe. Don't I get a hug?"

I feigned nonchalance and shrugged. "I suppose so"

I had to stand on my tippy toes to reach his neck, but I worked this to my advantage-sliding back down as slowly as I could manage. I watched as his face became pained and his pants became suspiciously firmer. "Damn, Karin! That isn't fair" He growled in my ear.

I lightly hit him with my feather duster. "No need to have our mind in the gutter; the night has just begun!"

"Hmm, I'll let you go this time, but you really ought to watch who you rub yourself against. Some guys won't be as willing to let go."

I smiled wryly as he walked over to the refreshments table and grabbed a drink. I was just about to turn around and start up another conversation when a large silhouette caught my eye.

I couldn't make out his features, but he was certainly a large man. It wasn't just his size that caught my attention. He had that sort of presence that demanded your attention, the kind that made you stare like a bumbling idiot. I watched as he made his way over to the refreshments and struck up a conversation with Brent.

They acted as if they knew each other, I noted. I still couldn't tell what the stranger looked like, but I was certain that he was a stranger. I'd never seen someone so tall. His back was turned towards me, so I moved forward to get a better look.

My heart was as quick as a hummingbird, though I couldn't fathom at the reason behind it. All I knew was that I wanted to see his face-I somehow needed to see his face. It was essential that I saw him.

I could tell that he had dark, wavy hair that was just a little shorter then my liking. It danced around his head as he spoke animatedly with Brent, catching the light amidst his dark curls. I'd have to ask what shampoo he used; he had hair that people would spend hundreds of dollars on.

I lightly tousled my own fire-engine-red hair and moved even closer. This was all a little overboard, but he was a puzzle. When you live in a small town where everyone grows up together, you come to appreciate mystery where you can find it. Damn, this man was definitely a mystery.

"Brent, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" I heard myself say. Fuck, when had I gotten over here?

Brent stopped mid-sentence and offered me a small smile. "Hey Karin. Umm, this is Adrien. I knew his little brother a long time ago, but we never really knew each other," he turned around to Adrien and added, "I'm surprised you even knew who I was."

My heart nearly skipped a beat when he gave a deep chuckle. "I'm very good with faces" He said as he took a step forward-into the light. If I thought his voice was hot, his body was unbelievable. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that gave me a sudden urge to study my shoes. I suppressed that feeling so that I could examine him further.

His muscles were slightly bulged against his shirt, but they weren't ridiculously large. Even still, it was obvious the boy cared about his body. He had a good foot on my 5'4, easily towering over me. I was used to guys being taller then me, but he was tall even by normal standards.