Hands On. Debbi Rawlins

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СКАЧАТЬ reminded himself this was only playacting. Nothing personal. “Then let me refresh your memory.” He slanted his mouth over hers and used her startled gasp to his advantage.

      His tongue easily slid between her lips. At first she tensed, and then she opened more to him, her tongue tentatively touching his. She tasted like cherries and oranges and soft feminine mystique. Her soft full breasts pushed against his chest and one of her hands flattened over his chest.

      She let out a soft whimper, and Dalton dove deeper, sliding his hands over her bottom and pulling her harder against his straining fly.

      Someone cleared his throat.

      Bask.

      Shit! Dalton had forgotten about him.

      He retreated slowly and met Cassie’s glazed eyes. “Did that help your memory, honey?”

      She blinked, the fingers of the hand on his chest curling, her nails digging into him. Fire chased the daze look in her eyes. “This is what I’m supposed to miss?” Her breathlessness seemed to anger her more.

      Made him smile.

      “Bastard,” she whispered.

      Bask cleared his throat again. “Excuse me, folks.”

      They both looked at him. Cassie did a good job of pretending she didn’t know he was there. Her eyes widened and her cheeks got pink.

      “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Bask said, the megawatt smile that had netted him illegal millions in place. “But I couldn’t help overhearing you two in the bar.”

      “Yeah, so?” Dalton gave the guy a challenging glare.

      Bask’s smile didn’t waver. “I may be able to help.”

      “Mind your own business, pal.” Dalton turned away from him to look at Cassie.

      She jerked away from him. “You don’t have to be rude to the man. After all, you did cause a scene he couldn’t help but overhear.”

      “I caused a scene?”

      “Too bad you didn’t inherit your mama’s manners as well as her money.”

      Dalton forced back a surprised smile. She was good. “You leave my mama out of this. You never complain about the cushy lifestyle she’s provided for you.”

      “You’re right. My only complaint is you.” She lifted her chin, turned back to Bask, and gave him a sugary sweet smile. “I must apologize for my husband’s rudeness. Please. You were saying?”

      Bask homed in on her receptiveness. His body language even changed subtly. He angled toward Cassie and maintained eye contact, even mirroring a couple of her movements, a trick to further put her at ease. The guy was slick. No doubt about it.

      “I’d like to give you my business card.” He plucked one out of the leather billfold he withdrew from his blue Armani sports coat. “My name is Robert Blankenship and I own Back to Basics.”

      Before he could actually hand the card off to her, Dalton snatched it out of his hand. “I’ll take that.”

      Cassie made a sound of disapproval.

      “Actually, I was planning on giving you each one.” Bask presented her with a card and a wide smile, showing off his expensive caps.

      “Thank you.” She gave Dalton a withering look, and then her gaze lowered to the card.

      He’d already read it. Back to Basics was a marriage encounter resort. Bask promoted himself as the facilitator.

      What a gig. Dalton had to admit the guy had smarts. How many rich, unhappy divorcées ended up crying on his shoulder while he emptied their pockets?

      Cassie looked up at Bask, her blue eyes narrowed in confusion. Her lips formed this cute little pout that could distract a man from his objective if he weren’t careful.

      “I don’t understand how this could help us.” She looked from Bask to Dalton. “What do you do at one of these things?”

      Dalton couldn’t tell if she really didn’t know or if she was acting. He didn’t say anything but instead watched Bask spin his web.

      “Well, there are usually five couples who go on a kind of retreat for a week. There would be one facilitator there, which would be me, and my assistant who would help guide you through the exercises.”

      “We’re not going on any damn retreat, or doing any exercises. Come on, Cass.” Dalton grabbed her arm and tried to steer her away.

      She reacted perfectly by jerking away from him. “Did you not just minutes ago say you wanted to save our marriage?”

      “Well, yeah, but—”

      “Then I suggest you shut up and listen to the man.” She turned back to Bask. “Again, I’m sorry. Please go on.”

      Dalton scrubbed the side of his jaw to hide his amusement. She was really getting into this role, especially when she got to blast him.

      “No problem.” Bask gave them a combined smile, patronizing and annoying as hell. “I encounter this type of situation all the time. Either the husband or wife, but frankly mostly the husband, is resistant to any kind of therapy.”

      Dalton groaned. “Therapy.”

      Cassie gave him a dirty look.

      Bask held up a hand. “Let me finish. Once I explain how our method for exploring and stimulating the relationship works, the husband usually comes around.”

      Dalton glanced at his watch. “You have two minutes.”

      “We believe that we must address all aspects of the union—spiritual, intellectual and physical. There is a beautiful meditation garden on the premises, a spa and pool and of course the physical contact can be done in private or anywhere for the less inhibited. All group sessions are—”

      “Hold it.” Dalton’s interest peaked. “What do you mean by physical contact?”

      Cassie’s interest was obviously aroused, as well. She watched Bask with wide anxious eyes.

      He shrugged. “Physical contact can mean anything from massaging each other to sexual relations.”

      Cassie coughed. “In public?”

      “That’s entirely up to you.” Bask produced a reassuring smile. “Of course most couples prefer the privacy of their rooms.”

      “Now, you’re talking.” Dalton made a show of studying the card. “You just might be hearing from us, Mr. Blankenship.”

      Cassie opened her mouth to say something but her expression warned Dalton to cut the conversation short. He threw an arm around her shoulders and kissed her open mouth.

      She sputtered.

      Dalton gave Bask a leave-the-little-woman-to-me СКАЧАТЬ