Pleasure With Purpose (3 page)

A
smil
e
o
n
he
r
lips
,
sh
e
poure
d
hersel
f a
glas
s
o
f
th
e
wine, as
sh
e
ofte
n did for
he
r
customers
.
The
n
sh
e
settle
d
dow
n
on
th
e
fluff
y
pin
k
circula
r
sof
a
i
n
th
e
cente
r
o
f
th
e
room.

No
w
al
l
sh
e
neede
d
wa
s a
littl
e
Sharo
n
Ston
e
action
. A
flip
o
f
th
e
remot
e
turne
d
o
n
th
e
television-DVD
player
combinatio
n
wher
e
th
e
femm
e
fatal
e
wa
s
a
l
read
y
deposited
fo
r
play.

Th
e
scree
n
fille
d
wit
h
th
e
ima
ge
o
f
Sharo
n
Stone'
s bare
breasts,
as she rode a willing male.
Heather'
s
eye
s went wide. Good gosh, she'd forgotten how shockingly erotic this
movi
e was
. She blinked and refocused, tilting her head a bit to examine th
e
perfec
t
breast
s
displayed
before her...a bit intim
i
datin
g, it was
. They couldn't be real. Surely, they weren’t real.

She swallowed
a
si
p
o
f
wine
, and downed it, then refilled it and took another sip, feeling warm all over and very, very "almost" sexy. She walked--no strutted–
towar
d
th
e
hug
e
double-glasse
d
mirro
r
at
th
e
fa
r
en
d
o
f
th
e
l
ounge.

Standin
g
i
n
fron
t
o
f
it
,
sh
e
scrutinize
d
herself
.
He
r
hai
r
was
stil
l
pulle
d
i
n a
tigh
t
conservativ
e
kno
t
a
t
th
e
to
p
o
f
he
r
head, which did her no favors.
Sh
e
reache
d
u
p
an
d
release
d
he
r
clip
. Chestnut
wave
s
fel
l
down
he
r
shoulders, softening her look. Better, she thought. Then, wit
h
a
n
objectiv
e
eye—fo
r
th
e
firs
t
tim
e
i
n
years—she
continue
d the
surve
y
o
f
he
r
image.

He
r
hai
r
wa
s
nice
.
Okay
,
bette
r
tha
n
nice
.
Sh
e
ha
d
good
hair—
t
her
e
wa
s
on
e
positive
. And her eyes were green, with little flecks of yellow she use to hate.
Tonight
,
i
n a
differen
t
stat
e
o
f
mind
,
she
wondere
d
i
f
differen
t
wa
s
al
l
tha
t
bad, after all. I
f
sh
e
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
fee
l
sexy,
sh
e
neede
d
t
o
kno
w
an
d
lov
e
wha
t
sh
e
was
.
Sh
e
move
d a
bit
closer to the mirror. Studyin
g
. Probing.

Huh
.
He
r
eye
s
wer
e
actuall
y a
nic
e
ligh
t
green
,
different
fro
m
Brenda'
s
dee
p
emeral
d
co
l
or.
Heather
sighed, a smile touching her lips, as her gaze went to her double assets—t
h
e
lac
e
o
f her
br
a
barel
y
covere
d
he
r
nipples
.
He
r
breasts
wer
e
full
,
high
,
b
ut
no
t
to
o
big
.
Sh
e
wa
s a
goo
d
handfu
l
for
mos
t
men
.
Wasn'
t
she
?
Not many men h
a
d tried them out for size.
Heathe
r
reache
d
u
p
t
o
tes
t
th
e
theor
y
herself
,
fillin
g
her
palm
s
wit
h
he
r
breasts. Sh
e
looke
d
dow
n
a
t
he
r
hands
,
please
d
t
o
fin
d
them
unabl
e
t
o
mak
e
th
e
entir
e
squeeze
.
Mayb
e
sh
e
di
d
measure
up. A slow smile lifted her lips as the first true feelings of
sexines
s
bega
n
t
o
inc
h
thei
r
wa
y
int
o
he
r
mind.

Sh
e
sli
d
he
r
hand
s
do
w
n
he
r
waist
,
testin
g
he
r
form
, and biting her lip. Maybe, just maybe, she
reall
y
wa
s
sexy
.
Perhap
s
i
t
wa
s a
stat
e
o
f
min
d
sh
e’d
been
lacking. In fact, maybe sexy wasn’t about your body at all, but about your mind. She simply had to feel sexy, to be sexy. And she really was feeling sexy right now. In fact, if a hot man walked in the door right now, she’d have her way with him. She laughed at the silly, ridiculous thoughts that had her mind conjuring all kinds of naughty ways she’d seduce her stranger when the moment came.

***

Bra
d
parke
d
i
n
fron
t
o
f
Heather'
s
boutique
, and killed the engine
o
f
hi
s
SUV
. The store lights were dim, the "Closed" sign in the window.
Good. H
e
wante
d
he
r
alone
.
The
y
neede
d
t
o
hav
e a
heart-to-heart talk
.
He was worried about Heather, and her littl
e
seductio
n
pla
n that
ha
d
playe
d
havo
c
o
n
his
thoughts all day
. And Brenda wasn’t talking, no matter how hard he pushed her. Which meant, clearly, something was bothering Heather, and Brenda had been sworn to secrecy. A broken heart and a bad man, was Brad’s guess. And bed-hopping wasn’t going to solve the problem.
He cared about her too much to let her get hurt any more than she might already be.

S
hoving open the truck door, he felt the clear edge
o
f
determination.
He was here to
protect her. He was…he stopped the thought and reached up and loosened his dark blue tie, his jacket long ago discarded over pages and pages of courtroom briefs. The action did nothing to stop the little truth from surfacing, the guilt he was feeling. This wasn’t all about protecting Heather, and he knew it.