Sleeping Lady by Cleo Peitsche Page A

beige carpet were soothing. No overhead light, just the lamps on either side of the bed casting a warm glow. The bed itself wasn’t terribly huge, which surprised her. Not a lot of room to work, that was for sure. The pillows looked soft and inviting, and the rose-print duvet had been partially pulled back, revealing cream-colored sheets that looked crisp.
    Billy pressed a hand in the small of her back, propelling her forward. “When you’re ready, go on and get into the bed.”
    She moved quickly, but Billy laughed. “Without the robe.” 
    She fumbled with the knotted belt.
    “Let me.” Billy’s large fingers deftly worked at the knot. Standing close like that, she couldn’t help but notice how he smelled. He was yummy, and not like chemicals from a bottle, either. It was a primal scent, fresh and clean but earthy. She closed her eyes and inhaled—
    “Georgia?”
    The belt hung loose in its loops. “Thanks.” She shrugged out of the bathrobe and fled under the covers before Billy could see what she looked like. He draped the bathrobe over the back of a chair and closed the door.
    “What you have going for you is that you look very innocent,” Billy said, crouching next to the bed. “Assuming you enjoy the work, I think you’ll do very well in the Sleeping Lady area of the amusement park.”
    “I’m not innocent, though,” Georgia said, turning to face him. 
    Billy laughed. Now that the light shone in his face, she saw that his eyes were dark, but one was black and the other was a mocha brown. It was mesmerizing … she’d never met anyone with eyes like that. He smiled, and she noticed his dimples. God help her, sexy and masculine but with dimples. Lethal. 
    “Get comfortable. Pretend that you’ve been in bed for an hour, that you’re sleeping soundly. Go ahead, close your eyes.”
    She did. It was so nice, being in the cozy bed, that only Billy’s deep voice stopped her from floating away.
    “Good. It’s better if you relax your jaw. Open your mouth. Relax your chest, too … and your arms. Good.” He rested a warm hand on the flat area between her breasts. “Breathe deep. Think about how you feel when you’re about to fall asleep. Think about people you’ve seen sleeping, about how relaxed they are.”
    After a few minutes, she had relaxed enough that Billy removed his hand. “You’re doing great so far. Now we’re going to move into the more challenging part.”
    He walked around the bed, and Georgia opened her eyes to look at him.
    “No, keep your eyes closed. The trick is to imagine that everything that happens is part of some strange, sexy dream. So you don’t ever open your eyes or wake up, but responding in little ways is a good thing.”
    Georgia had to turn her head because she was smiling. She didn’t know how the men who visited the Sleeping Lady areas of the park would look, but Billy was smoking hot.
    Her breath quickened. Pretending to sleep might not be so easy after all.
     
    Billy was silent for a long, long time, and Georgia started to drift into that fog between sleep and wakefulness. But she snapped right out of it when Billy leaned on the mattress. However, she kept her eyes closed.
    The covers shifted, and she felt cool air on her knees and thighs. Billy continued to pull back the sheets until only her ankles were covered. Then he leaned forward—she could smell him in all his deliciousness—and brushed his lips so gently against hers. 
    Then again. Just a whisper. She fought back the moan in her throat. This was not a job for a woman with a high sex drive! When Billy slid the tip of his tongue between her lips, she mentally willed him to kiss her thoroughly.
    Instead he moved back and very slowly began pulling up the bottom of her shirt. When he went to move it over her hips, she raised up a little.
    “No,” Billy whispered. “Let me do it.”
    After she lowered down, he rolled her to the side, gently, slowly, then the other side, all the while working the