Public Display of Affection by Emily Cale Page A

into birds, pecking at her abdominal wall in an attempt to get out. Just breathe . The thought came far easier than the action. When she pulled the door open, her heart beat fast as she gaped at the gorgeous blonde standing in front of her.
     
    If she’d known that Madame Eve had set her up with such a looker, Sam Taylor would have headed for the room much earlier. Instead, she’d been sitting in the hotel bar for the last hour nursing a glass of merlot in an effort to calm her nerves. “You must be Lucy?”
    The dark haired beauty nodded, but didn’t move aside.
    “I’m Samantha, but you can call me Sam.” She paused, hoping for a response, then shrugged. “Can I come in?”
    Lucy—assuming it was Lucy?—shook her head and blinked a few times, as though she’d been in a trance. “Of course.” She stood back, holding the door open.
    “Seems like a nice enough room.” Nothing extraordinary, but it didn’t need to be with the scenery that surrounded it. No one came there to see the inside of a hotel room. Well, no one except for them, and they’d be doing very little of that. The king-sized bed decked out with a forest green and brown duvet and pillows took up a majority of the room. The whole set-up looked comfortable and inviting. Too bad the activities she had planned didn’t require a mattress. Setting her duffle bag next to the dresser, she turned back toward Lucy. “So what are you up for tonight?”
    Like a deer in headlights, the brunette looked puzzled by the question. “Well, I’m not sure. I thought maybe you’d have an idea or two and we could go from there?”
    As timid as Madame Eve had described in her email. She’d expected the woman to at least have a few ideas, an erotic act she’d found on the internet that intrigued her. Sam bit her tongue to keep from making a sarcastic comment. No judgment. This evening was to be an introduction to the more adventurous side of intimacy. Aside from that, she hoped to quell the sexual frustration that had been brewing deep inside her. “I have a few things worked out. After that, we can see where the night takes us.” She imagined it would have them in bed before late night TV even started. “Does that sound agreeable to you?” She half expected the wide-eyed woman in front of her to back out. From her expression, it was clear she contemplated her options.
    “That sounds good.” Lucy played with the edge of her black, knee-length skirt.
    Sam doubted the truthfulness of that statement, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Then I suggest we get started. We are on a tight schedule at the moment.” Crouching down, she pulled a small box from her overnight bag. “Why don’t you go put this on?”
    Lucy took it and turned it over in her hands. “What is it?” The pink color of the paper matched her sweater, Sam noted with amusement.
    “Open it and you’ll find out.” She almost offered to help, but decided to bite her tongue. What woman hadn’t played with some toys before? Besides, the box still held the directions. “You can change in the bathroom. Just make sure you put all your clothes back on before you come out.” She would’ve loved to watch Lucy strip down to nothing but her bra and panties, but there would be time for all that later. She needed to maintain control over her own body, something that would not be easy once she got a peek at the milky flesh beneath the clothes.

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Lucy paced the bathroom floor, pausing to look at herself in the mirror. Does the vibrator show through my clothes? Each time she looked, though, she reconfirmed the invisibility of the device, a little butterfly with a vibrator in the body. She flicked it on—just to see if it worked—but nothing happened. A little disappointed, she followed through on the rest of Sam’s instructions.
    If it had been any other day, she’d have said “no, thank you,” and backed out of the whole experience.
    She might be a bit