All's Fair in Lust & War by Amber Page Page A

worked with. In her place was a primped and polished beauty who looked as if she’d just stepped out of a magazine cover.
    “Wow,” was all he could say.
    She raised her eyebrow. “Is that your new version of hello?”
    “No. Sorry. Come in. It’s just...you look fantastic.”
    “Well, it’s not every day I find myself starring in an advert,” she said as she breezed past him. “I thought I should look the part.”
    Once inside the door, she stopped dead and whistled.
    “Whoa! When you do something, you don’t believe in going halfway, do you?”
    The suite was pretty spectacular. Dark mahogany wood covered the floor and supported the sky-high ceiling. The bed was king-size and ultraplush, with what seemed to be a mountain of fluffy blankets and pillows piled on top. Through a door to the right there was a kitchen area that gleamed with stainless steel appliances and sparkling granite counters. At the back, just in front of the two-story-tall windows, was a living area outfitted with a white leather couch and vivid red club chairs. And, although Becky couldn’t see it, Mark knew she’d die when she saw the bathroom. It had a tub big enough to swim in, a two-person shower, and more complimentary beauty products than he’d ever seen.
    “Well, you know... This is on the company. I figured why settle for anything less than the best?” he said, grinning.
    She laughed. “We’re on the same wavelength, then. I don’t even want to tell you how much I spent in the lingerie store.”
    A strange kind of hunger growled to life in the pit of his stomach. “Well, if the pictures you sent were any indication, I’d say whatever you spent was well worth the cost.”
    “Well,” she said with a wicked smile, “you’ll be seeing them in the flesh in just a few minutes. Where do you think we should start?”
    The bed. That was where he wanted to start...and finish. But only if he was in it with her. Unfortunately, that was the one place he couldn’t go.
    “Maybe we should tackle the ‘before’ parts of the skits first, then tackle the ‘after.’ That way you don’t have to keep changing back and forth.”
    Plus, that way, he wouldn’t have to see her in that sexy lingerie for a while.
    “Okay,” she said. “Why don’t you get set up? I’ll get changed.”
    He nodded, wondering if he should take a cold shower or slam his hand in a drawer or something while she was gone. He needed to do something drastic or there would be no way to keep his libido under control.
    * * *
    Three hours later they were done with every yoga-panted scenario the scripts called for, plus a few more Mark had thrown in just for good measure. It was time to move on to the sexy stuff.
    God help him.
    He busied himself setting up lights in the bedroom area, telling himself that it was no big deal. After all, the woman who’d been their lead actress in the first version of these videos had been a bona fide porn star.
    He’d made it through that shoot with barely more than a tingle in his nether regions. Surely he could do the same now? It might be Becky playing the part, but it was still business. Sex had no place here.
    None.
    “All right, I’m ready,” Becky called from somewhere behind him. “Where do you want me?”
    Mark turned, his most professional smile on his face. “Did you remember to bring the yogurt con...?”
    The sentence trailed off as his mind registered what Becky was wearing. She looked like sin made flesh. Her blond curls tumbled over shoulders covered only by a pair of spaghetti-thin red satin straps.
    His eyes traveled farther down, noticing that the straps led to a slinky red gown that made the most of Becky’s perfectly mounded breasts, begging him to touch them. Then it followed the contours of her itty-bitty waist before splitting into a thigh-high slit.
    The leg that peeked through was wrapped in a matching red fishnet stocking, and was made to look all the longer by the spiky cheetah-print