attention until she quaked and climaxed in euphoria. Heck, just because she wanted to engage in sex with the lights off didn’t mean she wasn’t interested in an earth-shattering orgasm, too. She was, after all, a woman with needs.
And fantasies…
Blocking all thoughts of men, one in particular, Jenna turned her attention back to the task at hand. She had to ensure the display was arranged perfectly before she unveiled her latest designs.
As Jenna took stock of her new line of red-hot lingerie, she made one final adjustment to the Siren display, making sure each piece in the arrangement was visually as well as aesthetically pleasing to her clientele. Once she was finished, she stood back and smiled.
There, that was better.
“Are you still at it?” Megan asked, sticking her head around the corner.
Jenna steepled her index fingers and tapped them on her lips, continuing her examination. “I just want everything to be perfect before the show begins.”
“Stop fussing. Everything is perfect,” Megan said. With Cassie’s black cat, Misty, curling around her feet, Megan stepped farther into the room and glanced at the sexy assortment of lingerie, all arranged by color, style, and line. Under her breath she whispered, “Can you say ‘obsessive’?”
Jenna swatted her. “Hey, I heard that.”
Megan made a face. Her cute little nose crinkled. “At least it’s better than what Sara is calling you from the kitchen.”
Jenna folded her arms across her chest, angled her head, and humored her friend. “Let me guess: anal, extreme, fanatical, stubborn, obstinate…”
O-kay …Megan could stop her anytime now.
Blue eyes sparkling, Megan chuckled and tucked a short blond curl behind her ear. “Yeah, that, and that you need to get laid.”
Jenna rolled her eyes heavenward. “I do not need to get laid.” Okay, okay, so maybe she did need to get laid. Otherwise why would she be drooling like a teething toddler whenever Dean breached her personal space? Heck, who was she kidding? He didn’t even have to be in the same room. Just thinking about him had her hormones dancing to the Macarena. Unfortunately, her libido would have to wait. Right now she had a show to think about.
Jenna turned her thoughts to the night ahead. She knew the purpose of the impending event was twofold. One, it was Cassie’s way of helping her build clientele and securing new contacts before she expanded her business, and two, Cassie was in search of the perfect negligee for her wedding night, which happened to be a little over a week away.
Jenna glanced at her watch and frowned. Panic mushroomed inside her.
Megan furrowed her brow, concern evident in her big blue eyes. “What is it?”
“I’m just wondering what’s keeping Kate.”
“Kate?”
“You know, Kate Saunders, Cassie’s friend, the model.”
Megan nodded. “Oh, right, I remember. The chicky who clung to Dean like dandruff a couple of nights ago down at the Hose.”
Tamping down a sudden burst of jealousy, Jenna sauntered to the big bay window and peered out. “What could be keeping her?” she murmured under her breath, twisting back around to face Megan.
“Stop biting your lip and relax. She’ll be here,” Megan assured her.
“She’s over an hour late and the guests are due to arrive any minute. I still have to size and fit her body with the line and style that will best accentuate her shape.”
Always one to say the first thing that popped into her head, Megan said, “What shape?” She gave an unladylike snort and waved a dismissive hand. “She’s a model. She has no shape. And I really don’t know why you had to hire someone in the first place.”
Since her friends were always trying to get her to overcome her insecurities, Jenna gave her usual spiel. “An artistic display is far more inspiring, and since my clothes aren’t going to strut around the room by themselves, I needed to hire a model.”
Megan scoffed. “Smart-ass.” She picked up a
And fantasies…
Blocking all thoughts of men, one in particular, Jenna turned her attention back to the task at hand. She had to ensure the display was arranged perfectly before she unveiled her latest designs.
As Jenna took stock of her new line of red-hot lingerie, she made one final adjustment to the Siren display, making sure each piece in the arrangement was visually as well as aesthetically pleasing to her clientele. Once she was finished, she stood back and smiled.
There, that was better.
“Are you still at it?” Megan asked, sticking her head around the corner.
Jenna steepled her index fingers and tapped them on her lips, continuing her examination. “I just want everything to be perfect before the show begins.”
“Stop fussing. Everything is perfect,” Megan said. With Cassie’s black cat, Misty, curling around her feet, Megan stepped farther into the room and glanced at the sexy assortment of lingerie, all arranged by color, style, and line. Under her breath she whispered, “Can you say ‘obsessive’?”
Jenna swatted her. “Hey, I heard that.”
Megan made a face. Her cute little nose crinkled. “At least it’s better than what Sara is calling you from the kitchen.”
Jenna folded her arms across her chest, angled her head, and humored her friend. “Let me guess: anal, extreme, fanatical, stubborn, obstinate…”
O-kay …Megan could stop her anytime now.
Blue eyes sparkling, Megan chuckled and tucked a short blond curl behind her ear. “Yeah, that, and that you need to get laid.”
Jenna rolled her eyes heavenward. “I do not need to get laid.” Okay, okay, so maybe she did need to get laid. Otherwise why would she be drooling like a teething toddler whenever Dean breached her personal space? Heck, who was she kidding? He didn’t even have to be in the same room. Just thinking about him had her hormones dancing to the Macarena. Unfortunately, her libido would have to wait. Right now she had a show to think about.
Jenna turned her thoughts to the night ahead. She knew the purpose of the impending event was twofold. One, it was Cassie’s way of helping her build clientele and securing new contacts before she expanded her business, and two, Cassie was in search of the perfect negligee for her wedding night, which happened to be a little over a week away.
Jenna glanced at her watch and frowned. Panic mushroomed inside her.
Megan furrowed her brow, concern evident in her big blue eyes. “What is it?”
“I’m just wondering what’s keeping Kate.”
“Kate?”
“You know, Kate Saunders, Cassie’s friend, the model.”
Megan nodded. “Oh, right, I remember. The chicky who clung to Dean like dandruff a couple of nights ago down at the Hose.”
Tamping down a sudden burst of jealousy, Jenna sauntered to the big bay window and peered out. “What could be keeping her?” she murmured under her breath, twisting back around to face Megan.
“Stop biting your lip and relax. She’ll be here,” Megan assured her.
“She’s over an hour late and the guests are due to arrive any minute. I still have to size and fit her body with the line and style that will best accentuate her shape.”
Always one to say the first thing that popped into her head, Megan said, “What shape?” She gave an unladylike snort and waved a dismissive hand. “She’s a model. She has no shape. And I really don’t know why you had to hire someone in the first place.”
Since her friends were always trying to get her to overcome her insecurities, Jenna gave her usual spiel. “An artistic display is far more inspiring, and since my clothes aren’t going to strut around the room by themselves, I needed to hire a model.”
Megan scoffed. “Smart-ass.” She picked up a
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