Wicked. Tori Carrington

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      Will blinked at the sexy vixen, his brain little more than scattered gray matter turned to lustful mush.

      “Well, I’d better get going,” Renae said, her color high, the pitch of her raspy voice even higher.

      He found himself nodding stupidly, his mind knowing she was right but his body screaming otherwise. “Yes, you’d better.”

      She smiled, skimming her luscious body against his in order to gain access to the outer door. It was all Will could do to stop himself from collapsing against the wall of mailboxes. Thankfully he was still standing upright when she turned toward him.

      “That was definitely interesting,” she said, as if surprised and pleased at the events of the past few moments.

      “Interesting…yes. That it was,” he agreed.

      And Will had the feeling that things were only going to get a lot more interesting from there.

      2

      RENAE LOVED WORKING at Women Only. The shop that sat on the Ohio-Michigan border was more than a job to her that provided a check at the end of the week. Ever since owner Ginger Wasserman had opened the place and hired her on the spot five years ago, she’d felt invested in the shop’s success. Responsible for making the clientele happy. Dedicated not only to coming up with new ideas for services and supplies women might be interested in, but to seeing them through.

      That was why it seemed strange that the shop was the last thing on her mind when she arrived there fifteen minutes after her intimate encounter with Will Sexton next to the mailboxes.

      “Boy, you must really be looking forward to this class.”

      Renae blinked Lucky Clayborn’s pretty face into focus. More than her co-worker, she and Lucky shared similar pasts that had aided in their growing close over the past two months. And now that Lucky was opening up a satellite Women Only shop downtown, Renae saw more of her than ever. Which made coming to work doubly enjoyable.

      “The costume,” Lucky said by way of an explanation.

      Renae stared down at the belly-dancer outfit she wore, almost surprised to discover she still had it on.

      It had been a long time since a guy had driven her to the point of distraction.

      Longer still since one had made her forget what she was wearing.

      Very interesting, indeed.

      “Your class awaits,” Lucky said, motioning toward the curtained-off room to the right.

      What had once begun as a traditional one-showroom retail shop had slowly expanded to take up four units in the strip mall that had once been Strip Joint Central. While a couple of men’s clubs remained, Women Only was quickly growing to crowd them out and the area was becoming better known for catering to the positive needs of women rather than the baser needs of men.

      To the left of the showroom were the cushy massage rooms and a comfortable class area designed to look like a large, inviting sitting room where everything, from how to give a blow-his-mind blow job to educating women on their G-spot, was discussed. To the right was the open studio room lined with mirrors where Renae and others taught belly dancing and, yes, even the art of stripping. But rather than for dollars, they taught them the skills to perform in private for their mates.

      “Renae?” Lucky moved her hand in front of her eyes. “Are you all right?”

      She considered the way her blood still thrummed through her veins, and the dampness of her thighs, and smiled. Oh, yes. Everything was more than all right. It was great.

      “Fine. I’m just fine. Have you seen Ginger?”

      Lucky wrote something down on a pad she held, seeming more than a little distracted herself. Which was normal, Renae thought. If she had a guy like Colin McKenna waiting at home for her every day, she’d spend the rest of her life with her head in the clouds.

      “She was in and out already. Said she might be back after lunch.” Lucky looked at her. “Did you want something in particular? You could always call her cell.”

      Renae made a face as she adjusted the top of her costume. What she had to discuss with Ginger couldn’t be done over the phone. And she didn’t want to make an appointment, either. Because to do so would indicate something was on her mind.

      No, she wanted to catch Ginger when she had a free moment.

      “No. I just wanted to ask her about some new stock, that’s all,” Renae fudged.

      “Hmm.” Lucky didn’t appear to believe her. Which was odd, because there was no real reason why her friend should think her motives were other than what she professed. Were they that tuned in to each other?

      She heard music from the other room and looked in that direction.

      “The natives are getting restless. I’d better get in there.”

      She moved toward the curtained-off area, then paused at the door. “By the way, what do you know about Colin’s friend Will?”

      Lucky’s pen stopped moving where she’d returned to writing something on her clipboard. “That he’s a doctor.”

      “Very funny. I meant what specifically?”

      Lucky squinted at her and smiled. “Like what is his favorite color?”

      Renae gave her an eye roll. “As in is he seeing anybody?”

      Lucky’s eyes widened. “Oh.” She put the clipboard down on the counter as the sound of Middle Eastern music grew louder in the other room. “I think he’s dating a resident at the hospital.”

      Damn.

      Of course, it was just her luck that the instant the dynamic between her and the sexy doc changed, he’d already be involved with somebody.

      Then again, she wasn’t looking for involvement with him. She was looking for sex.

      But she also didn’t relish the idea of being the other woman, no matter how briefly.

      Well, first things first, she had to decide if she really wanted more of those fireworks that had shot off between them that morning.

      She blinked to find Lucky still staring at her. “What happened?” she asked.

      Renae merely grinned. “Nothing. And everything. Remind me to tell you later.”

      She stepped into the room and drew the curtain closed behind her, ignoring Lucky’s, “You can bet I will!”

      THE BALCONY DOORS and heavy white vertical blinds were drawn tightly against the late-morning sun, casting the room in shadow, nothing but the ticktock of the clock his mother had sent him from England last Christmas and the central air-conditioning unit breaking the silence. At this time on a Saturday the complex was quiet, and now was no exception. Will knew from experience that the usual weekly hubbub of grocery shopping and errand running СКАЧАТЬ