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“No, no. Quite the opposite. The basket is what made me certain that you were the one who could help me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Oh, Eden, I’m so scared I’ll be a disappointment to Randy. He’s accustomed to sexually sophisticated women with lots of naughty boudoir tricks up their sleeves. Accomplished women who know exactly how to please a man. Women like you.”

“Yeah, that’s me all right.” Eden snorted indelicately. “Sophisticated, sexy and accomplished.”

“It is!”

“If you only knew how little experience I’ve had you’d laugh at the irony.”

Jill’s eyes rounded. “But you create those erotic baskets.”

“Fantasy. All fantasy.”

“Not according to Alec.”

“Has Alec been talking about me? About us?”

A cold hand of disappointment gripped her spine. How could he tell tales out of the bedroom to his friends? Distress had her clenching her jaw. She had trusted him, and he’d betrayed her by spreading locker-room stories.

“Oh, no,” Jill said. “Alec hasn’t said anything. Randy is the one who told me Alec met a sex kitten who was giving him a run for his money in the bedroom.”

“Alec must have said something for your fiancé to draw that conclusion.” She struggled to hide her hurt.

Jill sighed. “And Randy sounded kind of wistful when he said, ‘sex kitten.’ Like Iwasn’ta sex kitten, and he was missing out on something.”

“You’re probably imagining things or at least blowing it out of proportion.”

“Anyway, I just assumed it was you.” Jill cringed. “Youarethe sex kitten Alec’s been sleeping with, aren’t you?”

Alec had bragged to Randy about his sex kitten. Eden was disgruntled that he had blabbed, even if he’d kept her name anonymous, but a small part of her was pleased. “I suppose I am.”

Unless he had another woman waiting in the wings she knew nothing about.Ouch.If that was the case, she had no right to be jealous. They were anything but exclusive.

“Please, Eden, help me save my relationship with Randy. Teach me.” Jill pressed her palms together. Begging.

Jayne had taught Eden and now Eden could teach Jill. They created a chain. Adventuresome women sharing their sex secrets and empowering their sisters to greater orgasmic heights.

“Jill,” she said. “I’d be honored to show you every sex trick I know.”

ChapterTwelve

The next evening,Eden arrived at the Grand Duchess armed for a showdown.She had an hourglass tucked in her bag, and a recording of “Sixty-Minute Man” on her cell phone playlist.

Alec’s premature orgasms stopped here and now. Around her shoulder she carried a satchel chock-full of surprises for the secret-spilling Mr. Ramsey.

Eden was still put out with him for telling Randy about their bedroom high jinks, but not too miffed to spoil the night. In fact, she was going to use it as a bargaining chip against him, upping the ante.

She’d show him sex kitten.

Sex panther was more like it.

Growling under her breath, she headed for the elevators.

She had splurged on a manicure, a pedicure and a facial. She’d shaved her legs, plucked her eyebrows and waxed her upper lip. She was smooth and pampered and sleekly groomed. Her hair was pulled back in a secure bun, and she wore sensible flats.

Tonight she was an overworked Manhattan CEO in a black bustier with a garter and thigh-high stockings on underneath her staid gray business suit. An executive who liked tying men up and having her way with them.

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