Courting Trouble. Kimberly Dean

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СКАЧАТЬ field. Many subjects will be old hat to you, such as table manners and music appreciation, but you’ll be expected to complete a self-defence segment, as well as a powers of observation test.’

      Self-defence? Apparently things weren’t always as cordial as Nina would suggest. Then again, she would be out there on her own with strangers.

      If she ever went out with someone, which she wasn’t going to do.

      ‘And then?’ Sienna pressed.

      ‘And then, we shall see.’

      She took a steadying breath. Six weeks of paid training. She could do that much. Nobody would ever know. Anything beyond that was questionable.

      An escort.

      Was that really where life was leading her?

      She pressed her lips together as she thought of Erin, who was so happy moving forward with married life. And of Tabby, her backstabbing classmate who was touring Europe before settling into a job her daddy had found for her in downtown Boston. And finally she thought of Kyle, who’d used his looks and good-old-boy network to land a job he’d never studied for.

      None of them had worked hard for their goals. They’d all had opportunities fall into their laps. They’d simply used what assets they could to make the falling possible.

      She’d be an idiot not to do the same. She leaned forward and held out her hand. ‘We shall see.’

      * * *

      The need for space was what awakened Jason.

      Bed space and personal space.

      Someone was plastered to his side, lying half atop him. Bare skin clung to bare skin. A hot leg was thrown over his waist, giving the illusion of trapping him, while a hand was spread wide over his chest.

      Oh, hell, no. He didn’t think so.

      He was right against the edge of the bed. Hell, his right arm had fallen off of it. He’d barely come to, but instinct had him pushing the woman off him.

      The brunette grumbled and tried to shift back into position. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he forcibly rolled her onto her back.

      Coarse black hair stuck to his shoulder before he pulled away. The sensation wasn’t sexy in the slightest, and he brushed his hand down his arm, not liking the errant strands that still clung to his sweaty skin.

      He swore underneath his breath.

      The room felt like a hundred degrees with sun blazing through the window. Had the air-conditioning in the hotel gone out? He’d paid enough for the room and it should be like an iceberg if he wanted it to be.

      In the back of his mind, though, he remembered the brunette playing with the temperature controls, saying something about hot sex. Like it was a new fad like hot yoga or something.

      The woman’s nose brushed against his arm.

      None too gently, he pushed her further away on the mattress, trying to find space for his six-foot-two frame.

      Hot sex. Yeah, they’d done that. The floor beside the bed was littered with condoms.

      Hot tips?

      Yeah, she’d given him those, too, although getting answers out of her wasn’t as easy as he’d expected. It wasn’t because she was loyal or protective of company secrets. No, his bed partner last night had been oblivious. Just freaking clueless.

      He kicked the sheet off his feet, trying to find some relief. What time was it?

      He glanced at the clock on the nondescript nightstand. It was late for him, but not bad considering what time he’d finally stopped plying her for information.

      Mandy or Candy or whatever her name was shifted, and the sheet fell down to her waist. Her silicone-enhanced breasts stood up unnaturally on her chest, but what the fuck? Seeing those red tips pointing skyward had his dick stiffening. Hot sex with an airhead was still sex.

      ‘Mmmm,’ she hummed as she stretched her arms high overhead. Her legs twisted and her back arched. Jason’s cock had grown as hard as those whalebones they’d studied last night at that water research thingamajig.

      Aquasomething or other.

      He rubbed a hand across his face. He was usually sharper than this. Aquamarine. That was it. It was a good charity. He’d left a hefty cheque to support the cause, but he’d been frustrated by the evening as well.

      Senator McHale hadn’t been as forthcoming as he would have liked. Jason’s company supported hundreds of the man’s constituents. Bodycheck made equipment and apparel to protect the nation’s soldiers. Body armour, vehicle armour and protective helmets. You’d think that the head of the Senate Appropriations Committee would be a bit more open about the upcoming vote on the defence contract that Jason’s company sought. The senator’s insistence on the secrecy of the vote had been annoying, although it demanded some respect.

      If he’d only had a few more minutes with the man, he might have received some answers. The senator had been wavering just before that blonde lightning bolt had struck.

      The waitress.

      Jason’s waking cock twitched higher towards his belly button.

      He remembered that tall, cool drink of ice water better than he remembered the woman lying next to him. She’d been like a Nordic princess, tall and slender, but with all the right curves. And that face …

      She’d stopped him in his tracks. He’d literally forgotten how to speak, right in the middle of his talk with the senator. All his blood had rushed to his groin at his first sight of her. It had irritated him to be interrupted in the middle of what had been a very important discussion.

      It irritated him more that she’d walked away, leaving him with a boner the size of one of those blue whales’ teeth.

      The brunette beside him began to wake for real.

      She stretched again, her breasts pointing jauntily at the ceiling. Then her puppy-dog brown eyes fluttered open. She appeared confused at first, and her gaze searched the room. When she spotted him, those eyes turned soft and adoring.

      He sighed. What was her name again?

      She rolled onto her side, crowding him all over. The sheet slipped down the curve of her hip, exposing the dark thatch between her legs. She made no move to cover herself, and her lips curled in a knowing smile.

      The girl didn’t have a lot going on upstairs, but she knew how to use what she had.

      Jason didn’t like the blatant feminine power play, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respond when she ran her hand over the tented sheet at his groin. Thinking of the blonde had given him a hard-on, but she stoked the fire.

      God, how warm was it in the room? A bead of sweat was already sliding down his neck.

      ‘Good morning, my sex machine,’ she whispered with a giggle at the end.

      Her squeaky voice did nothing for him, but he СКАЧАТЬ