Caught in the Act by Samantha Hunter Page A

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    “You look good enough to eat,” Mason murmured when he finally released her lips. He was still pressed tightly against her, from chest to knee, and she blinked, bemused, not having expected such a frontal assault on her senses.
    “I’m surprised you even noticed,” she joked lightly, though there was no way to disguise her body’s immediate response to his.
    “Believe me, I noticed. Hungry?” he asked, his meaning obvious, but she also smelled something delicious.
    That clinched it. She’d have to find a new job, since food and sex would be forever connected in her mind now.
    “Very,” she said as he leaned in, but she put a hand on his chest. “What smells so delicious?”
    He grinned, stealing another quick kiss before he answered.
    “Bisque, salad, fresh bread, just delivered from a place where I have an in with the chef.”
    “What restaurant?”
    “The Glen. Do you know it?”
    Gina had to bite her tongue. She knew the establishment well, had reviewed them favorably several times. Their bisque was as good as sex. But she couldn’t divulge that, not when they needed to keep things anonymous.
    “I guess we could eat first. We’ll need the energy,” he whispered against her lips. Then he was gone, taking her coat and allowing her to get her bearings.
    “I’ll choose a wine and we’ll sit for a while. Get to know each other a little,” he said.
    He wore black casual pants and a red button-down shirt, the outfit making him look somewhat dangerous, reminiscent of his vampire self. He hung the coat in a hall closet and turned, catching her staring, and her cheeks turned pink. He didn’t seem to mind her perusal as he winked and then went to go get the wine, beckoning her to join him.
    “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said simply, and she had no response but a smile. The words were all clogged up by lust.
    As they’d agreed, Mason also wore his mask, and Gina wished she could get to know the man behind it. Sadly, that wasn’t possible. In fact, sitting down to eat was a bad idea. It would lead to conversation, and thepossibility for slipups. She hated to miss the bisque, but she needed to do what she came here to do, and do it quickly. Mason disappeared down the hall, presumably to the kitchen.
    She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror to the side of the door. The close-fitting black dress hugged her curves, but barely covered her breasts, which were fully featured by the black push-up bra Tracy had insisted she buy. In a fit of guilt her sister turned to fashion, sharing her most prized designer dress and shoes, and even providing a pedicure. She now sported sexy red-painted toes through the peekaboo front of the shoes.
    Tracy was a tad smaller in the bust and hips, so this dress really was formfitting in those areas. Not in a bad way, but a va-va-voom way, Gina realized. She spent so much time in jeans and T-shirts, she had forgotten what it was like to wear something this sultry.
    In the car, she’d slipped on the glittering mask she’d worn the night before, her legs seeming very long in Tracy’s four-inch do-me heels.
    Gina had to admit she looked pretty good, even though she’d done nothing special with her hair, letting it curl at will, like it always did. And now, her lips were ripe from Mason’s kisses.
    Gina wondered what it was like, for a moment, to be her sister. To live a more jet-setting lifestyle where she wore clothes like this all the time, went to clubs and parties like the one Mason had thrown and met exciting, handsome men so often she didn’t think twice about it.
    But for Gina, this was pure fantasy. And the problem with fantasy was that it would be a little disappointing to return to her jeans and T-shirt self. This wasn’t really her, though, and she had to remember that, for both of their sakes.
    In spite of his ruthless reputation, Mason was a good man, from what she could tell. She thought he might be a man she would like to get to