Prickly had been carrying around a flame for him that could rival the torch he’d been carrying around for her.
One side of his mouth lifted in an awkward smile.
Leave her alone?
Hell, he’d only just begun.
Chapter 7
Feeling a bit depressed, Kris applied the rich coconut oil into her nipples as she prepared for Exploration Day. The name was kind of a misnomer, she idly considered, since Exploration Day didn’t commence until nine o’clock at night.
Well, whatever it should have been called, she conceded, didn’t really matter. She just wanted it over and done with.
She’d spent most of the day sleeping and the rest of it worrying over tonight. Before last night, before Jack, she would have looked forward to having a bunch of wild sex with complete strangers. It was why she had come here after all.
Maybe. She wasn’t so sure of anything anymore.
Least of all, Jack.
After he’d touched her the way he had last night, and after she had touched him the way she had, it had dawned on her that perhaps she hadn’t wanted to come to Hotel Atlantis just for the sake of being wild and crazy. Perhaps she had wanted to come to Hotel Atlantis to prove to herself that she could be as sexy as all the brainless bimbos he had dated in the two years she’d known him. The very realization of such a thought had panicked her enough to run away from him.
Jack! Jack! Jack! Why did it always come back to the Grinch? she thought with a harrumph.
He was the bane of her existence, she decided on a martyr’s sigh.
But bane of her existence or not, he was also the sole star of every fevered fantasy she’d entertained in the past two years. And the only man on earth who could get her wet just by growling, she thought grimly.
Kris straightened her shoulders as she gazed at herself in the mirror. She had been hired for this five-day island excursion to do a job, she reminded herself. A job that she had very badly wanted to undertake. John was depending on her to fulfill her obligations and live up to her word.
And besides, she truly did want to experience submission with a man, to live out her deepest sexual fantasies with a handsome, domineering male.
Unfortunately, she frowned, the only man she could imagine ordering her around a bedroom was and had always been Jack McKenna.
But after the frightened tantrum she’d thrown last night, it was quite possible that Jack wouldn’t bid on her…
Stop it, Kris! Would you quit it with the Jack thoughts already! The man has loathed you for two years and now, because he masturbated you, you’re stupidly romantic enough to hope his feelings have changed? Yeah right! Besides, she tried to convince herself, he’s all wrong for you.
Kris took a deep breath and blew it out.
She had been hired by John Calder as a high paid prostitute for five hedonistic days. She had a job to do.
And she had less than an hour to talk herself into enjoying it.
* * * * *
Sheri Calder Conner Carucci turned around slowly in her swivel seat office chair to face her older brother. Her eyes wide, she simply gawked at him.
“What?” John grunted. He blushed, looking away.
She blinked several times in rapid succession. “Getting a little sentimental in your advanced years, Johnny?”
He threw her a “yeah right” look then strolled to the other side of the office and poured himself a glass of bourbon.
“Gut rot,” she said in an absent monotone as she tried to work him out in her mind. “Shouldn’t drink the stuff.”
When he said nothing, when he just stood there staring out the seventh floor window seeing nothing, Sheri stood up and slowly walked towards him. “Always trying to be the hero,” she murmured. “But then
One side of his mouth lifted in an awkward smile.
Leave her alone?
Hell, he’d only just begun.
Chapter 7
Feeling a bit depressed, Kris applied the rich coconut oil into her nipples as she prepared for Exploration Day. The name was kind of a misnomer, she idly considered, since Exploration Day didn’t commence until nine o’clock at night.
Well, whatever it should have been called, she conceded, didn’t really matter. She just wanted it over and done with.
She’d spent most of the day sleeping and the rest of it worrying over tonight. Before last night, before Jack, she would have looked forward to having a bunch of wild sex with complete strangers. It was why she had come here after all.
Maybe. She wasn’t so sure of anything anymore.
Least of all, Jack.
After he’d touched her the way he had last night, and after she had touched him the way she had, it had dawned on her that perhaps she hadn’t wanted to come to Hotel Atlantis just for the sake of being wild and crazy. Perhaps she had wanted to come to Hotel Atlantis to prove to herself that she could be as sexy as all the brainless bimbos he had dated in the two years she’d known him. The very realization of such a thought had panicked her enough to run away from him.
Jack! Jack! Jack! Why did it always come back to the Grinch? she thought with a harrumph.
He was the bane of her existence, she decided on a martyr’s sigh.
But bane of her existence or not, he was also the sole star of every fevered fantasy she’d entertained in the past two years. And the only man on earth who could get her wet just by growling, she thought grimly.
Kris straightened her shoulders as she gazed at herself in the mirror. She had been hired for this five-day island excursion to do a job, she reminded herself. A job that she had very badly wanted to undertake. John was depending on her to fulfill her obligations and live up to her word.
And besides, she truly did want to experience submission with a man, to live out her deepest sexual fantasies with a handsome, domineering male.
Unfortunately, she frowned, the only man she could imagine ordering her around a bedroom was and had always been Jack McKenna.
But after the frightened tantrum she’d thrown last night, it was quite possible that Jack wouldn’t bid on her…
Stop it, Kris! Would you quit it with the Jack thoughts already! The man has loathed you for two years and now, because he masturbated you, you’re stupidly romantic enough to hope his feelings have changed? Yeah right! Besides, she tried to convince herself, he’s all wrong for you.
Kris took a deep breath and blew it out.
She had been hired by John Calder as a high paid prostitute for five hedonistic days. She had a job to do.
And she had less than an hour to talk herself into enjoying it.
* * * * *
Sheri Calder Conner Carucci turned around slowly in her swivel seat office chair to face her older brother. Her eyes wide, she simply gawked at him.
“What?” John grunted. He blushed, looking away.
She blinked several times in rapid succession. “Getting a little sentimental in your advanced years, Johnny?”
He threw her a “yeah right” look then strolled to the other side of the office and poured himself a glass of bourbon.
“Gut rot,” she said in an absent monotone as she tried to work him out in her mind. “Shouldn’t drink the stuff.”
When he said nothing, when he just stood there staring out the seventh floor window seeing nothing, Sheri stood up and slowly walked towards him. “Always trying to be the hero,” she murmured. “But then
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