âTell me your fantasy, Cait.â
Jordanâs deep velvet voice sent a warm little shiver down her spine. âIâd like you to kiss me,â she said. When his gaze dipped to her mouth, her lips parted in invitation. When he hesitated, she leaned out of the tub to grab his tie and pulled him close.
âNow, Jordan.â
âItâs your fantasy,â he whispered, before pressing his lips seductively against hers, his hand dipping beneath the surface of the bathwater to brush against her rib cage. Her head spun, her mind whirled with sensation as he cajoled her tongue to mate with his in a kiss more erotic than anything sheâd ever experienced. She moaned when he palmed her breast in the warmth of his large hand. Heat, hot and blazing, built inside her as his thumb lightly teased her nipple into a taut peak.
Suddenly, he stopped. âWe canât do this, Cait.â He stood and walked over to pick up his jacket, leaving her wanting him, needing himâ¦.
âThis isnât exactly how I envisioned my fantasy ending,â she said, her voice still husky with desire.
âThis isnât the end, sweetheart. Itâs just the beginning.â He graced her with a grin guaranteed to speed up her pulse. âBy the way, you might want to add a few more bubbles to your bath.â
Dear Reader,
Writing can be such a solitary existence and if it wasnât for the support of one of my closest friends, fellow Temptation author, Janelle Denison, Cait and Jordanâs romance would never have seen the light of day. The Fantasy for Hire books are a project close to my heart because it finally gave Janelle and I the opportunity to work together. The result of this collaborationâthe McBride brothers, two gorgeous, sexy men whoâve captured our hearts and hopefully, will capture yours as well.
Janelle and I have wanted to team up on a special project for years. Thanks to the encouragement of our editors, Birgit Davis-Todd and Brenda Chin, we were given the opportunity to fulfil a long-awaited fantasy of our own. I hope you enjoy both Temptation #759 Christmas Fantasy and Temptation #767 Valentine Fantasy.
Iâd love to hear from you, so feel free to write to me at P.O. Box 224, Mohall, ND 58761.
Enjoy,
Jamie Denton
âSEX FOR HIRE?â Cait Sullivan asked, lowering her voice to a hushed whisper. âAre you serious?â
With the critical eye of a reporter, Cait examined the man across her desk. The expensive suit and Italian loafers were apparel that bespoke money, and not the garb of some crackpot. If she ignored the small bandage across his nose and the fading double shiners that made him resemble a jaundiced racoon, his face didnât look as if it belonged to a crazy, either, but maybe someone whoâd had his nose broken.
âIâm perfectly serious, Ms.ââ he glanced at her nameplate, then slid his pale blue gaze back to her ââSullivan. I know for a fact that a representative of Fantasy for Hire was paid to have sex with a client. A very wealthy client.â
Caitâs instincts kicked into high gear. There was a story here, a good story that wouldnât require her to dress up and play nice with the debutantes of San Franciscoâspoiled little girls who made her feel gauche and out of place. It might even keep her away from the boring charity auctions of the rich and infamous, another assignment she found distasteful. This was a real story. And if she could pull off the exposé Louden Avery kept hinting at, it might just mean the end of the fluff sheâd been writing for the past two years and push her into the type of reporting she cravedâhard-hitting news. Investigative reporting. Maybe even move her out of print and into live, on-location shots with one of the networks, or even CNN.
This is Cait Sullivan reporting liveâ¦
She tucked the fantasy away and pulled out a yellow pad instead. First things first. âWhat proof do you have?â
âOne of my former employees obtained theâshall we call them services,â he said, his voice dripping with innuendo, âof Fantasy for Hire. I have no physical proof but I did see a one-thousand-dollar receipt for services rendered. Thatâs a bit steep for a male exotic dancer, wouldnât you agree?â
Sheâd never personally hired an exotic dancer, but sheâd been to a few bachelorette parties and pretty much guessed what these guys did for a living cost nowhere near what he was suggesting.
From what Avery had told her thus far, Fantasy for Hire was a rather small, albeit successful, agency that hired out male strippers for bachelorette parties, birthday parties and the likeâsomething he insisted was merely a front for a more lucrative business.
âI need more than your telling me you saw a receipt, Mr. Avery,â she said, making notes on the pad.
âYouâre a reporter. Isnât it your job to find out the truth behind what Iâm telling you?â