Blurb
A
chance meeting opens Fiona’s eyes to some very sexy possibilities.
Recent
graduate Fiona Gillespie is stuck working in a grimy pub in London’s
East End, and living in a horrid flat. It’s only while she figures
out what she wants to do career-wise, but that’s easier said than
done.
When
she sees an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she
jumps at the chance. Determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her
dream role—and it comes with accommodation included.
Her
job and living situation sorted, things are on the up. Unfortunately,
her personal life is lacklustre. It doesn’t bother her, though—not
until she meets businessmen James and Logan, and her head is well and
truly turned.
When
a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous
top-floor hotel suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover.
Her imagination runs wild, but not wild enough to get to the
truth—James and Logan are a couple, and they’re into some
seriously intriguing activities.
Fascinated,
she launches herself into a whole new world with the two men. But is
this just physical, or is their arrangement set to become something
more?
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Excerpt
Continuing
to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit
her that this was the first time in months she’d looked at a man
with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! She was
ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at
her, but it wasn’t surprising the pair had attracted her attention.
The
tailored business suits would draw the eye even on someone
unremarkable. But on these two, the fine clothing was practically an
orgasm for the gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to
her meant she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.
The
one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a
curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t
mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this
distance and perspective.
The
one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some
magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d
ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were
green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out
close up, preferably naked.
Shocked
at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank
another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong
and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She
tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to
herself, that she made it worse. Snatching up the thick linen
serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth as she spluttered
in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to roll down her
cheeks. By now, she was sure the whole damn restaurant was staring at
her, and she wished the tablecloths reached the floor, like the ones
in the restaurant upstairs, so she could hide under the table until
she regained her composure.
Swallowing
repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a
gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.
“Oh
God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you
jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could
help.”
Unable
to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay,
but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring
that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge
to hide underneath the table grew stronger. Christ, it was only the
hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, his sexy
friend with the green eyes was also hovering close by, concern etched
into his handsome features.
Managing
to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”
Just
then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and
poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all
right? Anything else I can get you?”
She
picked up the glass and took a tiny sip of the freezing cold liquid,
hoping it wouldn’t make her cough again. She seemed to have got a
handle on it, though her now-sore throat wasn’t at all happy with
her. After taking several more tiny sips, she let out a sigh of
relief—it seemed her mortifying coughing bout was over. Then she
moved on to bigger gulps, buying herself some time to think of
something witty to say, anything to convince the three men looking at
her that she wasn’t some kind of imbecile who couldn’t even
manage a glass of juice without choking.
Unfortunately,
her creative brain, which had been on fire up until she’d started
lusting over the hotties, had taken its leave. So she decided to opt
for the truth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. My
juice just went down the wrong way, that’s all. I’m fine, really.
I’ll just finish my drink and be on my way. Thank you for the
water, Jeremy.” She aimed a weak smile in his direction.
Blue
Eyes turned to Jeremy. “Yeah, thanks, buddy. If you need to get on,
we’ll keep an eye on her for a bit, make sure she’s okay. Don’t
worry.”
A
little warily, Jeremy looked at the two men, then at Fiona. “Are
you going to be all right, Fiona? Do you need me to call someone and
let them know you’ll be late or anything?”
She
shook her head. “Honestly, Jeremy, I’ll be fine. It was just a
coughing fit, that’s all. No lasting damage, except maybe to my
makeup. And no, nobody will be missing me yet. It’s fine. Thank you
so much, though.”
“Just
give me a wave if you need me,” he said, backing away.
“Will
do.”
With
that, he morphed from concerned acquaintance into efficient waiter in
an instant and went back to looking after his tables and the patrons
frequenting them.
Knowing
she’d now have to address the two men who’d caused her
blush-worthy incident in the first place, she took yet another huge
gulp of the icy water, then dabbed at her face with the serviette.
Putting it down, she turned to Blue Eyes, who still stood by her
side, but had removed his hand from her shoulder, with a wide smile.
“I’m
so sorry,” she said again. “Please excuse the state of me, I’m
sure I must look terrible. Thank you so much, both of you, for coming
to check on me, but I’m really fine. No Heimlich manoeuvre
required. I’ll just finish my drink… drinks… and be on my way.
Please feel free to go back to your meeting.”
Green
Eyes stepped a little closer. “You look just fine, sweetheart,
except for being a little flushed, but that’s no bad thing.” He
shot an almost imperceptible glance at Blue Eyes, and Fiona had to
wonder if she’d imagined it. And if not, what on earth did he mean
by that, anyway?
“Yes,”
his friend chipped in, moving around so that he, too, could look at
her face. “You look great. We’ll be just over there if you need
us, all right? Don’t you hesitate to call out or wave, okay?”
Fiona
wished they’d stop making such a fuss. But they were just being
polite, she supposed. So, fixing the smile back on her face, she
said, “Thank you. And I will. I promise.”
She
waited until they’d retaken their seats before she started to make
preparations for leaving hers. She didn’t want to dash off straight
away as that might concern them further and send Jeremy into a tizzy,
so she acted as coolly and calmly as possible, finishing the water,
then the juice, as she continued making notes on her tablet. Finally,
feeling able to leave without raising any eyebrows, she got up and
collected her things.
Her
movement attracted the attention of Blue Eyes and Green Eyes, and she
gave them both a smile and a nod before moving off. She didn’t see
Jeremy, who must have been in the kitchen collecting something, so
she made a mental note to thank him when she next saw him. That was
the downside to posh material serviettes and electronic devices—it
meant there was no paper or pen handy to scrawl him a little note
with.
She
wasn’t quite ready to head back to the PR & Marketing Suite
yet, at least not until she’d fixed her no doubt ruined
makeup—which would raise a few eyebrows and spawn some questions—so
she decided she’d dash up to her room for a few minutes and sort
herself out.
After
pressing the button for the elevator, she swiped through some of the
photos she’d taken on the tablet as she waited for it to arrive. A
couple of minutes later, the car arrived with a ping and a swish of
doors. She stepped in, pressed the number for her floor and moved
back. Just as the doors began closing, she realised the table the two
men had been sitting at was visible from her position.
They
were still there, and she was glad no one could see or hear her
reaction as she looked at them, only to find two pairs of very
arresting eyes looking right back at her—with interest.
And,
as her view of them grew narrower and narrower until only a sliver
was left, Blue Eyes flashed her a positively wicked grin just before
he disappeared altogether.
Clinging
onto the brass handrail behind her to steady herself, Fiona willed
herself to get a grip. She’d been having a really good day, right
up until those two had somehow awakened her hormones and made her
bloody fruit juice go down wrong. And the way they’d clearly been
watching her… and that smile! Shaking her head, she wanted
desperately to believe they were some kind of dodgy perverts who
frequented hotel restaurants to prey on lone young women, but common
sense and cold, hard facts told her that wasn’t the case.
For
one, what had they done? Offered help, and concern. That was all.
What had they gained? Nothing, except maybe peace of mind in knowing
she was okay. Her tablet and phone were still in her possession, so
they weren’t thieves. Dodgy folk didn’t spend time in The
Portmannow Hotel. It just didn’t happen.
So
if they weren’t dodgy perverts and were just two relatively young
businessmen, why had they been watching her like that? Their
expressions, the looks in their eyes, indicated something altogether
different from innocent concern for her wellbeing. The smile Blue
Eyes had thrown her had been nothing short of sinful. Lustful, even.
One Lucifer himself would have been proud of.
God,
was it possible that they… found her attractive?
About
the Author
Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels
Stately
Pleasures (named
in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That
You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner
of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an
Amazon bestseller), The
Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight
and The
Heiress’s Harem series.
Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to
her name.
Find
out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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