Page 19 of Mr. Scandalous

“I was thinking a chastity belt.” She tapped a picture of the electronic sex toy version of a chastity belt complete with a red heart-shaped lock and matching skeleton key.

“If Jill wears that, Randy will be steamed up in nothing flat.”

“That’s the idea.”

“He can’t resist a challenge.”

“Just like his best friend, huh?”

There she was again, reading him like an open book. It was an unsettling talent. Alec took a sip of water to cool himself off.

“As for the bon vivant,” she said. “We’ll need a sophisticated sex toy.” When she pointed to one device in particular, Alec just about choked on his water.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Uh-huh” was all he could manage, and he waved a hand for her to continue.

“I could even write out a script for their playacting if you think that’s something they would enjoy,” Eden said. “Some customers appreciate having scripts to get their creative juices flowing.”

Woman, you 've already got my juices flowing.

“Could you give me an example?” He knew he was naughty for making her describe the script in detail, but he couldn’t help himself. One glance into those scintillating blue eyes and he ached to be a very bad boy indeed.

Would she take the bait?

Alec focused on her petite, full mouth as she slowly slipped out the tip of her sweet, pink tongue and ran it over her lips.

“Okay,” she said. “This erotic scenario takes place on the bon vivant’s territory. Somewhere urbane. His luxury penthouse apartment perhaps.”

Alec thought of his own penthouse apartment and gulped.

“Or maybe a hotel in Paris with a view of the Champs Elysee.”

“Uh-huh.”

“The lighting is just right. The music is smooth and sexy.” Her face took on a dreamy quality as if was she in that Paris hotel room.

“The virgin is oh, so scared but she wants thissobadly. Her knees tremble, her pulse pounds, her body heats up as he hands her a glass of champagne and speaks to her in the language of love.”

Eden murmured something very naughty in French and his animal instincts roared through his body. It was all Alec could do to keep from pulling her into his lap and kissing her right there in the restaurant.

Seemingly unaware of the physical turmoil she’d caused, Eden moved a palm in imitation of a panning camera. “The windows are open. The breeze blows her sheer nightgown against her bare legs. The bon vivant comes closer, a rakish gleam in his eyes. The inexperienced innocent begs him to teach her everything he knows…”Eden stopped.

“Go on.”

She glanced nervously over her shoulder. “We’re in a public place.”

“And out of earshot of anyone.”

She softened her voice and he could barely hear her. “In painstaking detail the bon vivant tells her exactly what he’s going to do to her before it happens. How he’ll undress her. How he’ll run his hot hands over her silken body. How he’ll suck her nipples until they are hard pebbles in his mouth.”

The hairs on Alec’s nape raised and so did something far south of his neck. He must stop her before he embarrassed himself.

“Yeah,” Alec said hoarsely. “A script sounds good. Go with that.” He had a death grip on the arms of his chair and forced himself to unhinge his fingers.

With her head ducked, Eden’s lush chestnut hair fell tantalizingly forward, giving him a peek of her profile.

She smelled of baby powder. The fresh scent surprised him. He had expected her to smell of exotic perfume or the spicy cinnamon aroma that permeated her boutique.

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