Christmas with a SEAL. Tawny Weber

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      Frankie offered her trademark mischievous smile and twisted one red curl around her finger. She didn’t need to look around to confirm that. A girl always knew when guys were checking out her ass.

      “See anything you like?” Lara asked.

      A room full of sexy guys with smoking-hot bodies?

      What wasn’t to like?

      They were enticing as hell, but if she was going to get wild, she only wanted one guy.

      “I’m here to celebrate,” Frankie said dismissively. “Not to hook up.”

      “You’re in Las Vegas, Frankie. Go wild. Have fun.” Lara laughed. “Don’t forget, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

      “Tempting, but I’m not the wild Vegas type,” Frankie told her, keeping her secret dream just that—secret. After all, she and Lara might have practically grown up together, but they weren’t close enough for Frankie to share her hope of finding a guy she’d only seen a handful of times over the past ten years and seducing him.

      Especially not when the guy was Lara’s brother.

      “You are so the wild type,” Lara claimed, grabbing two glasses of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray.

      “Me? Wild?” Frankie pressed her hand to her chest and laughed before taking one of the glasses with a nod of thanks.

      “Wasn’t it you who was caught skinny-dipping in the high school swimming pool?” Lara sipped her bubbly and arched her brow. “You used to have blue hair and go to raves, right?”

      “I just went for the dancing. And the blue seriously clashed with my freckles.” Frankie grimaced. “But that’s not wild. It just proves that I had questionable taste in hairstyles.”

      “Okay,” Lara murmured. “So it wasn’t you who constructed a metal elephant in the principal’s office your senior year, led a protest against school lunches in sixth grade and had a childhood reputation for streaking.”

      Frankie pressed her lips together to hold back her giggle.

      “Well, that streaking does show a wild side,” she acknowledged. “Of course, I was three at the time.”

      She looked around the room, wondering if she could still pull it off. Granted, she wasn’t three anymore, but she still had dimples on her butt. That had to be worth something.

      “You work way too hard,” Lara said, rubbing her hand over Frankie’s shoulder. “Give yourself a break. Give yourself this weekend.”

      Frankie shook her head, forcing her smile to stay bright despite the tension spiking through her system. She’d spent the past six months feeling as if she were drowning and one day short of six months pretending she wasn’t. So any acknowledgment of working too hard would ruin all of her well-developed pretending.

      But the invitation to take the weekend?

      That she’d be happy to take.

      “Lara!”

      Both women turned toward the makeshift stage at one end of the penthouse to see a gorgeous guy gesturing.

      “Looks like Dominic wants to dance,” Frankie said.

      “You wanna come dance with us?” Lara offered, her eyes not leaving her man.

      “You go,” Frankie said. “Have fun.”

      “Stick around for cake,” Lara said, not needing to be told twice. In a blink, the other woman was halfway across the room, making Frankie laugh.

      Finishing her champagne, Frankie watched the happy couple get down and bust some impressive moves. She wanted that.

      Not just someone to dance with, although a guy who could match her moves would be sweet.

      What did it feel like to be in that kind of relationship? One where two people could block out a huge room full of partying people simply by looking into each other’s eyes?

      Frankie watched Dominic pull Lara into his arms, their bodies keeping perfect rhythm even as he lifted her hand to his lips to brush a kiss over her knuckles.

      Sigh.

      It was pure romance.

      And not why she was here, Frankie reminded herself.

      She wasn’t looking for romance or forever after, like Lara had been.

      She was looking for a very specific guy. The one she’d had a giant crush on as a preteen, the one who’d inspired all of her teenage fantasies and quite a few of her sexier adult ones.

      The one who—she was positive—would turn everything around, if she could get him. Unlock her creativity and, with it, her confidence. Because lying to herself was only going to keep working for so long.

      Accepting a second glass of liquid courage that tasted like champagne, she decided it was time to get to work on making this the best weekend of her life.

      Not an easy task. She gave a soundless whistle, looking around. There were at least two hundred people here. Figuring it was a gift that all the guys were hot and sexy and made searching fun, she moved through the bodies to cross the room.

      Whoa. Frankie narrowed her eyes, her heart picking up an extra beat and excitement dancing in her stomach.

      Was that him?

      She shifted to the right, trying to see around the crush of dancing bodies to the booths at the far end of the penthouse.

      Oh...

      Sitting alone in a booth and looking as though he wanted to be anywhere else but in that room, her dream guy was nursing a drink. His mahogany hair was shorn with military precision. A navy blue sweater covered his broad shoulders, emphasizing his perfect posture and, from what she could see, a gorgeous chest.

      Phillip Banks.

      He was even better looking now.

      She didn’t think they’d exchanged more than ten words her entire life. But she’d watched him. As a kid, because he looked like the heroes she read about in school. As a teen, because he looked like one of the actors on her favorite TV show. And as an adult, because he looked like a hottie who’d burn up the sheets. Most of her watching had been from afar whenever he visited his parents’ house in Maryland.

      But now, here he was. Up close and about to get personal.

      And, oh, my, was he hot.

      Nerves danced in her stomach. It was one thing to dream about seducing her fantasy guy. She’d spent untold hours playing out the scenarios. She credited her artistic mind for the diverse variety of those scenarios, everything from Phillip staring at her blankly or laughing in her face to him looking at her with a combination of intrigue and desire in his eyes to—every once in a while, if she’d СКАЧАТЬ