His realtor, Tammy Mackley, stood behind a giant houseplant, its outstretched leaves obstructing his view of her. She set the pot down in his foyer. “My housewarming gift,” she said before closing his frontdoor.
“Thanks. This could have waited until morning.”Ornever.
Licking her lips, she fixed her gaze on his bare chest. “Perfect timing. I love a man who’s freshly showered.” She untied the sash on her overcoat and dropped it on thefloor.
His eyebrows shot up.What thefuck?
Wearing nothing but stilettos, she hitched her hands on her hips. “I earned a nice fat commission check because of you and wanted to express my thanks, Tammystyle.”
After picking up her coat, his gaze floated over her naked body. She stepped close enough to rub her breasts against his chest and he grew hard beneath the bathtowel.
Never mind that Tammy Mackley wasMrs. Mackley with a husband and two kids. He’d no intention of screwing his realtor, married or not. “No can do.” He steppedback.
Her cheeks reddened. She yanked her coat out of his hand and shrugged it on, tied the sash. Clearly, she hadn’t expectedrejection.
Opening his front door, he said, “You want your plantback?”
“You can shove it up your ass!” On a loud huff, Tammy stormedout.
Crockett closed his front door and laughed out loud as he returned to his bedroom to pull on cotton pajama pants. He’d address his boner later. Padding into his kitchen, he wondered how many men would refuse a late night booty call with such a sexy, willingpartner?
Though his shiny, new refrigerator was filled with more than the essentials, he settled for the always-reliable breakfast for dinner. Rather than eat at the center island, he sat in his dining room admiring the twinkling city. The Kennedy Center, the Washington Monument, and the Capitol stood as beacons of strength and power in the nation’scapital.
When finished, he checked work emails hoping Decker had stayed late to retest Moth and had determined the reason for her failure. But there were no new messages from his Chief Innovator. He shifted his gaze out the wall of windows that spanned the length of his livingarea.
Since starting Wilde Innovations eight years ago, he’d never had surveillance equipment fail to operate.Is it possible I’d forgotten to turn the bug on?“No way,” he said, before turning his attention back to hislaptop.
Next, he checked personal emails. One, in particular, caught his eye. From Incognito, the subject line read: Your ConnectionAwaits.
He opened it and the picture of an attractive woman popped on his screen. Electra, another new member, had invited him to join her in “The Teacher” suite tomorrow evening, nine thirty.Damn, she’s hot.She had shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, heavily made-up eyes framed in a black mask, and sultry lips made for kissing. He clicked on her name and up popped asidebar.
Name:Electra
Stats: 5’9”, 35-24-34, blonde hair, brown eyes, 125lbs.
Age Range: 25-30
Member Level:Elite
Fetishes: Role Play, light BDSM. Menonly.
Restrictions: No oral of any kind. Alwaysmasked.
His boner returned. The beautiful face of this sexy stranger was reason enough to accept her invitation. Two months earlier, he’d agreed to check out Incognito to placate Colton. But even after his best friend had purchased an elite membership for him, he’d forgotten about the erotic club. Sex with strangers wasn’t his thing. But as his hard-on strained against his pajama bottoms, he couldn’t resist the temptation. Could this alluring mystery woman be the perfect distraction for an hour or two? Before talking himself out of hooking up, he tappedAccept this Invitation. An auto-response email dropped into hisinbox.
“Congratulations, you’re confirmed in ‘The Teacher’ suite! Electra looks forward to yourconnectiontomorrow at nine thirty. Check in using one of our new tablets in the greeting room, then relax on the sofa, enjoy a drink in the lounge, or wait in your privatesuite.”
Embedded within that message, Electra’s private note said, “Hello, Professor. I failed the midterm, but need an ‘A’ in your course. I’ll be by during office hours to see what extra credit work I can do to get my gradeup.”
He replied to her personal message with one of his own. “You’ll have to work very, very hard if you want to earn an ‘A’ in my course,Electra.”
4
The Teacher
At promptly nine o’clock,Alexandra sauntered into the busy greeting room at Incognito. Several couples cozied close on the red sofa while the flirty bar crowd spilled into the hallway. Pleased to see more activity than the previous evening, she was relieved everyone wore masks. And dressed to be noticed. Sheliked.
Before she could check in, Francois scurried into the room. “Bonsoir, Ms. Electra. Mr. Payne is expecting you. Right this way,s'il vous plait.” He shot her a friendly smile before turning right out of reception. Midway down the hall he rapped on a door marked, “Management”. Without waiting, he opened it with a flourish and stepped into theroom.
