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going to a hotel with Lance?"
"No." Lucy's voice sounded shaky. "After all, I just met the man. In fact, he attacked me when I came in."
"Lance attacked you?"
"Yes, well, actually I sort of fell all over him, but I couldn't help myself."
Sophie gulped. Of course she couldn't. Lance was big and strong and masculine and the sexiest man she'd ever laid her eyes on. Lucy would think the same.
"I had a few drinks earlier," Lucy babbled, "and later I danced with this cute salesguy I met on the plane, but then this security guard thought I was soliciting at the club; I mean, I only gave out a few business cards—"
Typical Lucy story, ping-ponging all over the place. "Did you say soliciting?"
"Can you imagine? Then I offered to give him some freebies from my kit, and the imbecile thought I was trying to bribe him."
Oh, heavens, add bribing a cop to the charges . "Lucy, you weren't arrested, were you?" She envisioned the headlines now: Sophie Lane's Sister Arrested for Prostitution—Like Mother, Like Daughter.
"No, of course not. I explained that I was showing off the stuff in my new kit to this man in the booth—"
"What man in the booth?"
"The hunky Norwegian one."
"I'm not sure I want to hear any more."
"It was perfectly innocent. Besides, there weren't any 'No soliciting' signs at the club."
"What club? What kit?"
"The... club, and the kit from Sleepover, Inc., party goods."
Why would the cop think Lucy was bribing him with aromatherapy candles and lotion?
A big yawn stretched over the line; then Lucy giggled. "Don't be shy, Lance; go ahead and feel my boob if you want."
Sophie rubbed her temple where a headache pulsed. "What?"
"I told him to feel—"
"I heard that!" Sophie pinched her fingers over the bridge of her nose. "But why did you tell him to feel it?"
"Because he's staring at it," Lucy said on a sigh. "He might as well touch it if he's going to gape at it."
"Lucy, are you doing drugs?"
"Of course not."
"You're drunk then."
"Maybe a little tipsy." Her voice grew hushed. "Go ahead, Lance, play with it if you want. It's really firm."
"Lucy!"
"Well, he'll never buy it if he doesn't touch it and see how perky it is."
Sophie groaned. "Put Lance on the phone."
Lucy heaved another sigh. "All right, but ten more minutes, and I would have had him."
Just what she was afraid of.
Lucy would seduce Lance, then blab all of Sophie's secrets....
* * *
Lance gripped the phone, his stomach plummeting as he realized how Lucy's one-sided comments must have sounded. He'd been too poleaxed by the sight of all this... paraphernalia to hear the first part. Lucy had explained about her toy box, hadn't she?
Did Sophie approve of her little sister carting around such outrageous stuff?
"Sophie—"
"Listen here, Lance Summers," Sophie lit into him without giving him a chance to speak, "if you lay one finger on my baby sister, I'll come back there and rip out your eyes."
He swallowed hard. One sister wanted his balls, the other his eyes. He'd be dismembered before they finished with him. "Your baby sister is the one throwing her boobs all over the place. You should be talking to her, not to me."
"Don't you dare put this off on her. She said you were looking at them."
He glanced at the floor where the fake boobs still lay, springy and perky and too damn real-looking for comfort. "How can I not? They're huge and... all pink...." And those nipples look so real....
Sophie's loud hiss echoed over the line, like a rattlesnake spitting poison. "I can't believe you're so crude. I really misjudged you."
Him? What had he done wrong? He'd been trying to sleep on her lumpy, too-short couch in her stifling-hot den while she was cavorting half-naked with strangers.... "Listen, Sophie—"
"You are not taking her to a hotel room, do you understand?"
"I was simply trying to be a gentleman, considering her safety."
"Safety? The only way she'll be safe is if you leave her alone."
"I won't leave her alone here." How could he
"No." Lucy's voice sounded shaky. "After all, I just met the man. In fact, he attacked me when I came in."
"Lance attacked you?"
"Yes, well, actually I sort of fell all over him, but I couldn't help myself."
Sophie gulped. Of course she couldn't. Lance was big and strong and masculine and the sexiest man she'd ever laid her eyes on. Lucy would think the same.
"I had a few drinks earlier," Lucy babbled, "and later I danced with this cute salesguy I met on the plane, but then this security guard thought I was soliciting at the club; I mean, I only gave out a few business cards—"
Typical Lucy story, ping-ponging all over the place. "Did you say soliciting?"
"Can you imagine? Then I offered to give him some freebies from my kit, and the imbecile thought I was trying to bribe him."
Oh, heavens, add bribing a cop to the charges . "Lucy, you weren't arrested, were you?" She envisioned the headlines now: Sophie Lane's Sister Arrested for Prostitution—Like Mother, Like Daughter.
"No, of course not. I explained that I was showing off the stuff in my new kit to this man in the booth—"
"What man in the booth?"
"The hunky Norwegian one."
"I'm not sure I want to hear any more."
"It was perfectly innocent. Besides, there weren't any 'No soliciting' signs at the club."
"What club? What kit?"
"The... club, and the kit from Sleepover, Inc., party goods."
Why would the cop think Lucy was bribing him with aromatherapy candles and lotion?
A big yawn stretched over the line; then Lucy giggled. "Don't be shy, Lance; go ahead and feel my boob if you want."
Sophie rubbed her temple where a headache pulsed. "What?"
"I told him to feel—"
"I heard that!" Sophie pinched her fingers over the bridge of her nose. "But why did you tell him to feel it?"
"Because he's staring at it," Lucy said on a sigh. "He might as well touch it if he's going to gape at it."
"Lucy, are you doing drugs?"
"Of course not."
"You're drunk then."
"Maybe a little tipsy." Her voice grew hushed. "Go ahead, Lance, play with it if you want. It's really firm."
"Lucy!"
"Well, he'll never buy it if he doesn't touch it and see how perky it is."
Sophie groaned. "Put Lance on the phone."
Lucy heaved another sigh. "All right, but ten more minutes, and I would have had him."
Just what she was afraid of.
Lucy would seduce Lance, then blab all of Sophie's secrets....
* * *
Lance gripped the phone, his stomach plummeting as he realized how Lucy's one-sided comments must have sounded. He'd been too poleaxed by the sight of all this... paraphernalia to hear the first part. Lucy had explained about her toy box, hadn't she?
Did Sophie approve of her little sister carting around such outrageous stuff?
"Sophie—"
"Listen here, Lance Summers," Sophie lit into him without giving him a chance to speak, "if you lay one finger on my baby sister, I'll come back there and rip out your eyes."
He swallowed hard. One sister wanted his balls, the other his eyes. He'd be dismembered before they finished with him. "Your baby sister is the one throwing her boobs all over the place. You should be talking to her, not to me."
"Don't you dare put this off on her. She said you were looking at them."
He glanced at the floor where the fake boobs still lay, springy and perky and too damn real-looking for comfort. "How can I not? They're huge and... all pink...." And those nipples look so real....
Sophie's loud hiss echoed over the line, like a rattlesnake spitting poison. "I can't believe you're so crude. I really misjudged you."
Him? What had he done wrong? He'd been trying to sleep on her lumpy, too-short couch in her stifling-hot den while she was cavorting half-naked with strangers.... "Listen, Sophie—"
"You are not taking her to a hotel room, do you understand?"
"I was simply trying to be a gentleman, considering her safety."
"Safety? The only way she'll be safe is if you leave her alone."
"I won't leave her alone here." How could he
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