Shiver / Private Sessions: Shiver / Private Sessions. Tori Carrington

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СКАЧАТЬ Mr. Mori said. “I have some work to do, so I’ll also be heading upstairs. I, too, thank you for your hospitality. And please, don’t bother coming down tomorrow, if it’s just to see us off. If there’s a problem, I’m sure your people can handle it.”

      Heartly nodded, then stood, and after handshakes without promises, the buyers left the restaurant.

      Sam felt relief, but also let down. He’d been hyped up about this for so long that the anticlimax hit hard. The best thing to do now was distract himself. Luckily, he knew exactly how he was going to do just that.

      “OH, MY GOD,” ERIN SAID, staring at Carrie’s finished pumpkin. “You did get laid.”

      “Shhh!” Carrie ignored the woman next to Erin, knowing she was certainly grinning as broadly as half the jack-o’-lanterns in the room. “I did not.”

      Her friend leaned over the table, pushed her disheveled hair out of her face and looked at Carrie with wide, accusing eyes. “Liar. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

      Carrie turned the pumpkin so that her art couldn’t be seen. It wasn’t as if she’d drawn Sam naked or anything. No one would even know it was Sam. All she’d drawn was a back. The rear view from thighs up. Narrow hips, broad shoulders, hair scraping a collar. A hint of arms, a sense of movement. She’d paid particular attention to the butt, but that was an artistic statement. Nothing whatsoever to do with Halloween, but she liked it. She wanted to carve it, see if she could make it come alive on the pumpkin itself. “I have no idea what you’re so loudly talking about.”

      “Come on. Tell me. I’ve got nothin’ here. No ghosts. No sparks, and I’m getting fatter by the second. I need you to tell me what happened.”

      After a dramatic sigh, Carrie leaned forward. “We kind of made plans.”

      “What kind?”

      At least they were whispering, although Carrie had the feeling they weren’t quiet enough. “For later.”

      “Details, woman. Details.”

      She lowered her voice further, put her hand in front of her mouth. “He promised me a massage.”

      “What?” Erin asked, her voice a veritable trumpet.

      “Shhh. Dammit. I’m going to get coffee. You sit here, young lady, and think about what you’ve done.”

      “The hell with that.” Erin got up and followed Carrie to the back of the room to the giant coffee urns. The second they were reasonably alone, she poked Carrie in the side. “Spill.”

      It was a damn good thing she didn’t know anyone in the place, or plan to ever see any of them again, because she was certain that in approximately ten minutes, the word around the conference would be how the nonbeliever was also a total slut. “All we did was talk. I was interested in the in-room massage prize. He said that could be arranged.” She smiled at Erin. “Even if I didn’t win.”

      “Ha. I knew it. From that first minute. Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I say? Oh, I’m so jealous. He’s like the only doable guy in this whole place. Except for maybe Liam.”

      “Liam, the conference coordinator? The married conference coordinator? His wife is here.”

      “I’m not gonna jump him. Sheesh. I’m just making an observation.”

      “That’s what you get for hanging around ghost hunters.”

      “Hey, Sam is a believer. Remember?”

      “He can believe in whatever he wants,” she said, cupping her coffee between her hands. “As long as he’s as great underneath those clothes as he is in them.”

      Someone behind Carrie coughed. Not a real cough. The kind of cough that said she was busted. Even before she turned, Carrie knew who it was. Yep. The woman from their table.

      “I like your pumpkin,” she said sweetly.

      “Thanks.”

      “I’m sure you’ll win the prize.” The woman, whose white T-shirt said Dude, Run in big black letters, gave her a grin, then walked away without even the pretense of getting a beverage.

      “This just keeps getting better,” Erin said, taking way too much pleasure in Carrie’s embarrassment.

      But Carrie’s attention was diverted when she saw that Sam had come into the room. In fact, he was standing by their table, looking at her pumpkin. And he was grinning with all the subtlety of a tree falling on a house.

      “He,” Erin stated, “is hot. Very, very hot.”

      “I got dibs,” Carrie said, which was probably obvious from the blush warming her cheeks.

      “Come on.” Erin took her arm with her free hand and led Carrie to the table. To Sam. As soon as she was in range, Erin said, “Hey, Pumpkin. How you doin’?”

      Carrie didn’t sock her friend, even though she wanted to. Instead, she smiled as innocently as she could. “Here to start the judging?”

      He nodded. “I just announce, the group will judge.”

      Erin set her cup down. “I’ll bet the female faction will vote for Carrie’s. Although it’s not at all scary.”

      “Really?” Sam asked. “You don’t find that frightening? “

      Erin touched his shoulder. “Sorry, babe. It’s the best-looking thing in these parts. Except for the inspiration.”

       “Erin.” Carrie couldn’t have put more nuance on the name if she’d tried. It said Shut up, stop it, go to your room, and we may be on vacation, but I can still kick your ass.

      Erin just laughed. She took her seat, crossed her arms over her Ghosts Do It in the Dark T-shirt and stared at the two of them as if they were on high-def TV. The Soap Channel.

      “Go do your thing,” Carrie said, abandoning all hope of getting through tonight with any dignity.

      “I’ll see you after?”

      She nodded.

      Sam hesitated, then took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Good.”

      Carrie watched him as he meandered through the crowd, commenting to the participants, especially the younger ones. It occurred to her that this was all her own damn fault, and if she hadn’t wanted the hotel populace to know she wanted to sleep with the owner, she should have drawn a spooky little ghost and kept her mouth shut.

      So she sat, resigned. “You can stop looking so delighted. I admit it. All of it.” Then Carrie turned to Erin’s neighbor. “And you can stop it, too.”

      The “Dude, Run” woman burst out laughing. “You have to admit. I didn’t have to work very hard.”

      “No, you didn’t.”

      “I’m Lulu,” she said. “I’m here with my old СКАЧАТЬ