Page 32 of Mr. Scandalous

A tight red skirt hugged her curvaceous hips. She stalked on stilettos so tall he wondered how she managed to keep her balance. Her gorgeous gams were shod in a pair of scarlet stockings so touchable his fingers ached.

The blond vixen hurried up the steps of the Grand Duchess and entered the revolving door. Every masculine head within eyeshot turned to stare.

Something familiar nagged at Alec’s brain. Did he know her? She passed through the door and then turned left into the lobby and swaggered straight for him.

Realization dawned.

Holy cow! It was Eden!

In a blond wig.

Looking decidedly like a hooker.

Spellbound, his jaw unhinged. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. Testosterone flowed. She ignored his open-mouthed stare. In fact, she ignored him completely.

And that was erotic, too!

Instead she walked over, eased down on the opposite end of the sofa and crossed her legs at the knees. She tousled her hair with her hand—a hand sporting three-inch-long fake crimson fingernails and jangly bracelets too numerous to count.

“Eden?” he said, flustered by her transformation and mightily turned-on by it.

“Name’s Lola, buddy. Not that it’s any of your beeswax,” she said in nasally New Jersey accent. “Unless, that is, you got a wad of cash money in your pocket.”

He identified the game and thrilled to it. He was delighted and even a little scared at how she’d so completely assumed her role.

“How much?” he asked, his throat tightening.

Finally she looked at him, angling a haughty glance down the length of her nose. “You a cop?”

“No, no, not a cop.”

“You sure?”

He nodded vigorously.

“If you’re a cop, you gotta tell me.”

“Not. A. Cop.”

“Five Benjamins for the night.”

“Five hundred? Isn’t that a bit steep?”

“Hey buster, you get what you pay for.”

“And you’re worth five hundred dollars?” He was so excited his hands trembled.

She leaned in closer, swaying and jiggling and revealing not only lots of cleavage, but also a small red heart tattooed on her left breast. Eden had a tattoo?

Alec realized then how little he knew about her, and that served to make him even harder.

“You have no idea.” Her wicked grin sent a shaft of exquisitely painful need blasting through his groin.

“Are you wearing underwear?” He dropped his voice and at first he wasn’t sure she’d heard him.

A heartbeat passed.

She slid him a look that jammed his libido into hyperdrive. A suggestive look that declared,I’m thinking of something very dirty and if you do things my way you won’t regret it.But just as easily the expression could have said.I’ve got a switchblade in my purse and I’m not afraid to use it.

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