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When she was eighteen, Emily Crowder was naughty for the first time in her life. She slipped naked into Rand McConnellâs bed, experienced her first (and best) orgasm...and lost her heart. Then Rand disappeared without a word.
Seven years later, Rand strides back into her life, now a famous ballplayer, every womanâs lust-filled fantasyâand a guest at Emilyâs hotel. He says he wants to explain...and he wants to finish what they started. Emilyâs Good Girl side reminds her of the pain she felt when Rand left the last time. But Emily has played the Good Girl for far too long. Perhaps itâs time she let her Very, Very Naughty side take over again. Only this time, Rand is going to play by her rules...
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âRAND MCCONNELL IS coming. Here.â
Emily Crowder had no reason to doubt that her ears worked. Still, she couldnât have heard what she thought her boss, Dawn, had just said. It was impossible that the worldâs sexiest athleteâthe guy whoâd graced magazine covers, whoâd sold out stadiums, whoâd given Emily her first orgasmâwas about to descend on the Chicago hotel where she worked. Im-freaking-possible.
âDid you hear me?â Dawn barked.
âGod, I hope not.â
Her boss leaned in. âI said Rand McConnell is coming here. Today.â
Emily was still trying to get her brain to catch up to her ears. âRand McConnell, the athlete?â
âAthlete? Thatâs like calling King Kong a monkey. Rand McConnell is the most famous baseball player in the world!â
âBut...why here? Donât all the major league teams have contracts with other Chicago hotels?â
Sheâd worked at the Black Star Hotel for two months, ever since leaving the resort that had hired her right out of college. It was upscale and would someday be a destination for the rich and shameless. But having opened recently, they hadnât captured that clientele yet.
âI just got a call from his assistant. She said he was making a last-minute trip to attend tonightâs animal welfare fund-raiser, and wondered if we could find a room for him. The place where he usually stays is booked because itâs New Yearâs.â
âWhoâd want to leave California for Chicago in December?â
âGuess heâs an animal lover,â Dawn said. Smirking, she added, âAnd how did you know he lives in California? Sounds like youâre a fan.â
Not even close. âHardly.â
âWhatever the reason, he is coming to Chicago and heâs staying here.â Dawn sounded as excited as a tween at a Bieber concert.
âHave you forgotten weâre booked solid, too?â Emily asked, her head spinningâthough not for the reasons Dawnâs was. No, her feelings about this news couldnât be called excitement. Nausea? Worry? Humiliation? Hurt? Thatâd sum it up.
âI put him in the ownerâs suite.â
That made sense. The owner of the hotel was almost never here, so the penthouse was seldom used. It might be big enough to contain Rand McConnell, his entourage and his ego. Or at least him and his entourage. His ego was another matter entirely.
âHousekeeping is already there. I want you to supervise.â
âWhy me?â she squeaked.
âYouâre the daytime floor manager, and the best employee Iâve got. If Rand McConnell has fun at this hotel and spreads the word, maybe his team will decide to give us their business.â
Oh, yay. More sexy athletes to turn young women into fools.
âMake sure everything is perfect for Mr. McConnell.â
Emily gritted her teeth, thinking of the other guests whose money should gain them as much attention as a spoiled jock.
A spoiled jock who was your very first lover.
Well, almost.
That memory didnât set her heart fluttering the way it would Dawnâs, or the way it would the heart of any woman here. Heck, if all the women here knew Emily had come within a hymenâs-width of losing her virginity to Rand, one of People magazineâs Sexiest Men of the Year, their hearts wouldnât just flutter, theyâd spasm into arrhythmia and then explode.