Love Bites by Lori Foster Page B

her mother chose to remain in Europe to live. She had a brother—two years younger—who was killed in an auto accident a few years ago when a drunk driver ran a stop sign. Since then, she visits her parents during the anniversary of his death and usually stays a month, as she did earlier this year.”
    Which is when her dog got pregnant , Quest thought to himself.
    “She had a boyfriend who didn’t seem to want to be employed. She took it for a while and then dumped him.”
    Quest couldn’t help wondering how his brother had gotten all this information. This was some real personal stuff; it gave him the creeps to know someone’s life history could be pulled from computer data banks. Maybe he ought to feel guilty for wanting to know so much about her, but he didn’t.
    “What about the phone number to her private line? Were you able to get it?” he asked.
    “Yes, but it wasn’t easy.”
    Deciding it was time to get his brother off the phone, he said, “You know where to send the bill.”
    “It’s already been sent.”
    Quest chuckled as he hung up the phone. He quickly turned to his computer to download the information Brett had sent him.

Chapter Five
    “Hello, this is Precious.”
    “Hello, Precious, how are you doing?”
    “Fine, and who am I talking to?”
    The person paused a second and then said, “Renardo, but you can call me Ren.”
    Ren was a new caller. Raquel didn’t recall ever talking to him before and wondered how he’d come through the hot wire. “So what can I do for you, Ren?”
    “Plenty.”
    She chuckled. “Okay, what’s for starters?”
    “Say my name.”
    “Renaldo,” she said in a sultry voice.
    “You sound good. I love the way you say it.”
    Raquel settled back against the sofa cushions while thinking he sounded pretty good himself. He had a deep, sexy baritone voice. Something about it was oddly familiar, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Because talking on the phone was her line of business, it was no surprise some voices seemed recognizable.
    She usually enjoyed the hot wire calls because she never knew what to expect with some of them. Once in a while, she would have to end the conversation because the caller got too graphic and explicit, but seldom was that the case. The majority of the time the men were respectful.
    “What else can I do for you tonight, Ren?”
    “Tell me what you’re wearing.”
    Raquel glanced down at her skimpy shorts and T-shirt. “I’m in a red teddy,” she lied, wanting to set the mood.
    “I love red but I want you to take it off. I want to give rub you down.”
    “Do you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You sure you don’t want me to give you one?” she asked, grabbing a magazine off the table to flip through and wondering how long he would keep her on the phone.
    “No, I want to take care of you tonight.”
    She couldn’t help but smile at that. Most of her callers had a list of what she could do for them, but this one had the opposite in mind. He wanted to take care of her as he thought he really could. How sweet. This should be interesting. Okay, she would get into the mood right along with him by removing her shirt, at least. And she might as well remove her bra. “Okay, I’m naked,” she said. She wasn’t totally naked, but at least her body above the waist was bare.
    “Good. Now go get your favorite body lotion. I want to rub it all over you.”
    Getting up and crossing the room, she padded on bare feet into her bedroom and grabbed the lotion in question. With her Bluetooth in her ear, she said, “I got it.”
    “What fragrance?” he asked her.
    “Warm mango.”
    “Sounds delicious.”
    His voice sounded so darn sensual, so blatantly erotic, that a rush of heat flowed through her. That reaction surprised her since she’d talked to hundreds of men in the past, and she fought back that pulsing heat. But the throaty timbre of this voice had an alluring effect.
    Deciding that since she was in her bedroom, she might as