Copyright Ashley Ladd, 2004. All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
"You could save yourself the room fee and bunk with me," Thunder whispered in her ear and had the audacity to lick it.
Shocked, she jumped back. This was brazen, even for Thunder. "Look, I don't want any crazed, jealous wives gunning for me. I'm here for a concert, not a horror show." Besides, although his wet tongue shocked her, it didn't excite her as it once had.
"If you change your mind, I'm in the adjoining room. There's a connecting door?" He ran his fingertip down the length of her arm and licked his lips.
"Peachy." Not! Maybe she'd sneak down later and switch rooms. Maybe even floors.
Roger tsk-tsked and stepped between them. "No time for flirting now. Put your cases in the room and meet me out front in ten."
"Slave driver," Thunder muttered under his breath. "He sucks the fun out of everything."
"Ian, come with me, and please stop your bitching and moaning before you give me another migraine. Wendy's a big girl and doesn't need your help to freshen up." Roger cut between them like a sheep dog and corral ...
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