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Emsley and Rayne turn up at the same conventions several times a year and Emsley always short sheets Rayne’s bed. Imagine her surprise when she lets herself into his cabin to follow tradition and discovers Rayne soaking in a tub full of bubbles. Busted, she can flee the scene or…join a very hot man for some bath time fun.
Blurb:
Rayne McKinnon sells a lucrative security-consulting job and it’s time to move on to his next objective: adding a partner. He wants Emsley Bourne, personally and professionally, and puts a plan in motion to achieve his goal. She only has to follow through with her usual tradition.
Emsley lives for the next thrill, in business and life. She’s got a unique skill set and uses it to gain access to Rayne’s cabin to follow through on her standard short-sheeting escapade. Imagine her surprise when she discovers Rayne soaking in a tub full of bubbles. Busted, she can either flee the scene–or join Rayne for some bath time fun.
Excerpt:
Emsley glanced in each direction before she used the master keycard to let herself into Rayne’s cabin. If she’d figured the timing right, it shouldn’t take longer than five minutes to short sheet his bed and another six to get the card back to the concierge desk. Poor Ron had no clue she’d borrowed his all access entry key to pull a prank. Hell, he didn’t have any idea she’d lifted the damned thing at all.
With a smug smile, she crossed the living area and started up the spiral staircase to the loft. About five steps up, she froze, carefully listening and hearing water sloshing in the bathroom. Shit. Rayne must’ve skipped the fancy-pants dinner. Okay, she could still pull off her traditional short sheeting of his bed and he’d be none the wiser.
She loved a good challenge.
She started up the next step and stopped again. Wait… bath? What the hell? Curiosity ate its way through her intention of getting in and out. Rayne couldn’t possibly be soaking in a tub. Hell. Yeah, he could… and he might have company. She hesitated. Indecision warred in her brain. She had zero desire to become a voyeur if Rayne had brought someone along for this trip and they’d decided to get kinky in the tub. She weighed her options.
Screw it. She made her way back down the steps, tip-toeing to the bathroom door.
She had to know if the do-it-all security expert liked to soak in a tub. Peeking around the corner, she bit her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Sure as shit, Rayne McKinnon sat up to his shoulders in frothy bubbles. An open bottle of bubbly, nestled in a bucket of ice, sat beside the tub, a glass filled with the golden liquid held in one of Rayne’s hands, dangling outside. His head rested on the rolled edge of the tub, eyes closed, his fingers lazily tilting the glass back and forth.
The humor died and Emsley’s face heated up. God, he looked damned good, bubbles or not. A wave of jealousy hit her… the relaxed pose, the hot water, the alcohol… geez, she could go for all three. Okay, four. She could go for Rayne right now, too.
Rayne opened his eyes and shook his head. “Come to short sheet the bed again, Ems?”
She blinked and sputtered, but didn’t deny the accusation. “How did you know?”
Rayne drained his glass and poured another flute. “You’re the only person I know brazen enough to swipe a keycard at a security conference and not worry about getting caught.” His lips quirked knowingly. “That juvenile record of yours must come in handy sometimes.”
Emsley almost missed the backhanded insult. Her eyes had been riveted to the sculpted muscle playing under his skin when he poured the drink.
She nodded absently. “Yeah, it does.” His words registered. “Wait. What? My juvie records are sealed. You shouldn’t know about them.”
Rayne’s lips curved in a slow smile. “It pays to have extraordinary hacking skills.”
