Siren

By: Cathryn Fox

Chapter One




Clipboard tucked under her arm, Jenna crinkled her brow in concentration and catalogued all the sexy undergarments taking over Cassie’s living room. A few days previous, Cassie had asked Jenna to host a lingerie party for all her friends, some of whom just happened to be major players in the fashion industry, and Jenna had been working double time to make things perfect. If things went according to plan, and Cassie’s friends were impressed with her latest designs, it could lead to many new and profitable contacts.

Of course, what Nick and Cassie hadn’t expected was that every time they entered their living room they’d be bombarded with thongs and negligees. Not that Nick seemed too despondent over that, Jenna mused.

She could hear Cassie in the kitchen trying to usher sexy firefighter Dean Beckman out the back door before the guests arrived at the front. Jenna sighed in relief, thankful Dean wouldn’t be around to catch the sexy show.

The last thing Jenna wanted was Dean in close proximity while she showed off her new Siren line. The man turned her into a jittery star-struck teenager and caused her skin to flush with heat and desire without him even trying. Not only were her reactions to his nearness embarrassing at best, but she was certain all her friends had caught her lusting after him a time or two. Who could blame her, though? The guy had a body that would put any male model to shame.

Suddenly, the provocative mental image of a hard-bodied Dean Beckman strutting his stuff in a pair of bun-hugging boxers from her male catalog rushed through her mind.

Jenna let her thoughts wander, picturing a naked Dean standing before her, tall, hard, lethal, and hers for the taking. Her mind raced, as she visualized herself in a barely there teddy from her best-selling collection, and Dean slowly lowering the straps until the skimpy material slipped from her body and pooled at her feet.

Libidinous slut that she was, Jenna bit back a moan as she indulged in her fantasy a second longer, a fantasy that had been invading her thoughts, even in sleep, for the past week or so. Her hand went to her throat, her legs widened involuntarily. She pictured Dean sinking to his knees, his mouth going to her breast, the tip of his tongue making a slow pass over her engorged nipple while his hands slipped between her thighs, climbing higher and higher until he reached her passion drenched pussy. With the utmost expertise, he’d dip his head, inch open her swollen pink lips, and stroke her with the soft blade of his tongue the way she’d always longed to be stroked…

Oh, my!

As lust rose to the surface and clamored for attention, Jenna swallowed. Hard. If only she had the nerve to live out one of her nightly fantasies with the sexy firefighter from Station 419.

Trying diligently to shake off a burst of heat that suddenly prowled through her, Jenna worked to rein in her lust and gave herself a reality check.

Of course, she couldn’t expect Dean to be different from any other guy she’d slept with. The few men she’d slipped between the sheets with cared only about their own needs, their own pleasures. As long as they were inserting object A into slot B, they were happy. No man had ever had the burning desire to take charge of her pleasures, or to drop to his knees and lavish her with undivided attention until she quaked and climaxed in euphoria. Heck, just because she wanted to engage in sex with the lights off didn’t mean she wasn’t interested in an earth shattering orgasm, too. She was, after all, a woman with needs.

And fantasies…

Blocking all thoughts of men, one in particular, Jenna turned her attention back to the task at hand. She had to ensure the display was arranged perfectly before she unveiled her latest designs.

As Jenna took stock of her new line of red-hot lingerie, she made one final adjustment to the Siren display, making sure each piece in the arrangement was visually as well as aesthetically pleasing to her clientele. Once she was finished, she stood back and smiled.

There, that was better.

“Are you still at it?” Megan asked, sticking her head around the corner.

Jenna steepled her index fingers and tapped them on her lips, continuing her examination. “I just want everything to be perfect before the show begins.”

“Stop fussing. Everything is perfect,” Megan said. With Cassie’s black cat, Misty, curling around her feet, Megan stepped farther into the room and glanced at the sexy assortment of lingerie, all arranged by color, style, and line. Under her breath she whispered, “Can you say obsessive?”

Jenna swatted her. “Hey, I heard that.”

Megan made a face. Her cute little nose crinkled. “At least it’s better than what Sara is calling you from the kitchen.”

Jenna folded her arms across her chest, angled her head and humored her friend. “Let me guess, anal, extreme, fanatical, stubborn, obstinate…”

O-kay… Megan could stop her anytime now.

Blue eyes sparkling, Megan chuckled and tucked a short blond curl behind her ear. “Yeah, that, and that you need to get laid.”

Jenna rolled her eyes heavenward. “I do not need to get laid.” Okay, okay, so maybe she did need to get laid. Otherwise why would she be drooling like a teething toddler whenever Dean breached her personal space? Heck, who was she kidding? He didn’t even have to be in the same room. Just thinking about him had her hormones dancing to the Macarena. Unfortunately, her libido would have to wait. Right now she had a show to think about.

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