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MARCH 2007<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

VANESSA KNOCKED LIGHTLY on the heavy walnut door.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Thompson?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mr. Thompson<\/em>, her ass. Nash Piper, or Vanessa didn\u2019t know her country music\u2014and he was a lot hotter up close and personal than in pictures, brand new Jesus hippie look notwithstanding. She wasn\u2019t sure if it was his dark good looks or the pinging of all that caged energy in a big body still too small to hold his personality in.<\/p>\n

The door opened and she saw him stride back into the suite. She followed, rolling in the service trolley.<\/p>\n

\u201cClose the door, doll.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa, her hands on the trolley, simply bumped it closed with her hip and continued on into the room to serve her latest guest.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t even as if she hadn\u2019t considered flirting with him just enough to get the message that she might be up for a little fun, but the jumble of items on her to-do list coupled with his arrogant demand for food pushed the idea out of her mind.<\/p>\n

Now, she was here in his suite, serving him food the way she did the rest of her guests when they requested it, and didn\u2019t give much thought to the fact that he wandered about in one of Whittaker House\u2019s complementary bathrobes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like your paintin\u2019,\u201d he muttered, touching a skunk pelt blanket.<\/p>\n

Vanessa made her usual sound of acknowledgment, her mind on the food and its presentation. Her painting was another of her gimmicks, which was why she\u2019d hung it where she had.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would it take to let me have a gander at that body without all those clothes?\u201d<\/p>\n

She chuckled. That was a once-a-week proposition, but since she\u2019d already thought about it, it took on a different meaning for her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a food<\/em> whore, Mr. Piper<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

He barked a laugh. \u201cI saw how you looked at me, doll, so don\u2019t think I don\u2019t know it crossed your mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGuilty as charged,\u201d Vanessa said as she finished laying out the food.<\/p>\n

She straightened, turned, and looked square at him. He returned her look second for second. She glanced pointedly at his midsection, but couldn\u2019t tell if he had a hard-on or not through the robe.<\/p>\n

He smirked at her.<\/p>\n

“You\u2019ve gone to a lot of trouble to make sure the world thinks you\u2019re dead, letting people make shrines and hold candlelight vigils. Why?”<\/p>\n

“That ain\u2019 none o\u2019 your business, Ms Whittaker.”<\/p>\n

“It is if you expect me to hide you.” He blinked, and she chuckled. “I see. I can do that better with a little more information.”<\/p>\n

He said nothing for a moment, then said, low, “I got some things I gotta take care of an\u2019 I gotta do it alone. Can\u2019t, with people yellin\u2019 in my ear an\u2019 holdin\u2019 their hand out.”<\/p>\n

“How long are you staying?”<\/p>\n

He shrugged. “One, two years, tops. Be mighty nice if I had a little comfort food to help me pass the time.”<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t come here for my food.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah, I did<\/em>,\u201d he said. \u201cThat\u2019s just not all I was fixin\u2019 to eat while I was here.\u201d<\/p>\n

“And you think being a guest here gets you the chief executive chef on a platter?”<\/p>\n

He folded his arms over his chest and rocked back on a bare heel to study her, inspecting her slowly up and down, back up again. Vanessa\u2019s body responded. “If I didn\u2019t think I\u2019d get the chief executive chef on a platter, I\u2019d\u2019a gone somewhere else,” he murmured, his tone dangerous.<\/p>\n

Vanessa remained poised in spite of her arousal. “A lot of powerful and famous people come here thinking that, Mr. Piper. What makes you think you\u2019re special?”<\/p>\n

He inclined his head. “I was willin\u2019 to be wrong, but turns out I wasn\u2019t wrong. Was I?” He jerked his chin at her. “Get nekkid.”<\/p>\n

Vanessa almost laughed. What did it say about her that she found such imperious men arousing? Screw pleasantries and skillful seduction. Nash approached her the way she liked, and it hadn\u2019t occurred to her until now that she had any preference. But she did<\/em> have one inviolable rule\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you married?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAin\u2019t been for a while now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen let\u2019s get something straight right up front,\u201d Vanessa said, as she began to unbutton her blouse. Nash\u2019s smirk turned into a predatory smile. \u201cNobody<\/em> finds out about this. Ever. I have a lot of credibility here as a professional. No nonsense.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, like you ain\u2019t splashed your affair with Ford all over creation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you believe all of the rumors you hear?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho do you want me to believe? You or my lyin\u2019 eyes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTake it or leave it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think you\u2019d lose somethin\u2019 if people thought you and I were lovers?\u201d<\/p>\n

“They\u2019d question my judgment, possibly my sanity. If any one of my staff\u2014or the co-owner\u2014figures this out,\u201d she said, dropping her blouse and kicking off her shoes, \u201cI\u2019ll have the paparazzi down here so fast you won\u2019t have time to pack up and leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

“Deal.” He dropped his robe and her breath caught.<\/p>\n

\u201cCondoms?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never go bareback.\u201d<\/p>\n

She tilted her head as he fell on the bed and locked his fingers behind his head to watch her. Then she laughed and dropped her skirt. Shimmied out of her expensive panties, locked the door and dimmed the lights.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to know,\u201d she murmured as she put one knee on the bed and then crawled toward his bare, muscular body, \u201cthat I don\u2019t do this for just anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t\u2019a thought different,\u201d he murmured once she pulled even with him, running his hand through her hair and drawing him to her. \u201cI hear Ford\u2019s no slouch in bed, an\u2019 that paintin\u2019s a few years old, so I expect he trained you and you got spoilt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe did and I did,\u201d she whispered, kissing him. Long, slow. \u201cAnd you\u2019re right. He was my first. You\u2019re my second. You\u2019re welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMmmm, yeah, doll. Where\u2019s my manners? I\u2019ll send Taight a thank-you note tomorrow.\u201d She stilled and he began to chuckle. \u201cNo secrets amongst support staff, doll. He\u2019s my money man an\u2019 he knows where I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s disturbing,\u201d she whispered right before she deepened the kiss. \u201cAnd oh, that paparazzi thing? Sebastian doesn\u2019t find out, either. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWouldn\u2019t think of it.\u201d He handed her a condom and said, \u201cWhy\u2019n\u2019t you do the honors, doll?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGlad to. Your food\u2019s going to get cold.\u201d<\/p>\n

He slipped a hand between her legs and she whimpered. \u201cDon\u2019t think so. That\u2019s<\/em> plenty hot.\u201d<\/p>\n

★<\/p>\n

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