vacation from reality.
She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep but her mind was too busy racing, her body too wound up to relax. Flustered, she kicked the covers off. Maybe she should get up and work on her article. Fantasy men in uniforms, she mused. What a great title. So very delicious, and oh so very scandalous. She knew firsthand.
Megan sat up and stretched. The springs on the old twin bed groaned in protest. “Coffee?”
Sara smiled. “Love some. I’d also love some of those yummy breakfast frittatas you make.” Since Sara hated to cook, having a sous chef for a best friend was like the icing on the cake or, rather, a yummy frittata on her plate.
With Misty curling around Megan’s feet, they padded to the kitchen, taking care not to wake the others. Megan went to work on the coffee while Sara grabbed her pen and notebook. Her mind raced to create the perfect catchy opening. She scribbled a few things down, but her mind kept wandering to the amazing fantasy night she’d just had and to the amazing man beneath the uniform.
Just then Jenna appeared. “Doesn’t anyone sleep in Chicago?”
“It doesn’t appear that way,” Sara said, using her toes to push a chair away from the table in offering. “What’s keeping you up?”
Jenna combed her fingers through her long hair. Even after a night of no sleep, she was the epitome of perfection. Jenna designed her own clothes and owned a chain of lingerie boutiques, and with her long chestnut hair, green eyes, beautiful face, and perfect figure—a perfect figure that she kept hidden beneath baggy clothes—she could easily be a top lingerie model herself.
“I’ve been up all night thinking about my business and the fashion show Cassie asked me to put on for her friends and colleagues. It really is great exposure for the new Siren line, especially now that I’m thinking of expanding into new territories.” She bit her lip and glanced around as though gauging her friends’ reactions.
Megan’s blue eyes lit up. “Really? That’s wonderful, Jenna. I knew one day you’d grow your business and venture into new territories. You certainly have the brains and drive for it.”
“I’ve just been waiting for the right time and the right opportunity to expand. I think this might be it. Cassie and I were talking last night and she has some great ideas. As a public-relations liaison for one of Chicago’s largest marketing firms, she has lots of contacts in the industry.”
“So you’re thinking of opening a shop here, in Chicago?” Sara asked. She tossed Megan a grateful smile as she brought her a steaming mug of coffee.
Jenna nodded. “Yes. With Cassie’s help, I know I can do this.”
Sara leaned in for a hug. “How exciting for you, Jenna!”
Megan offered Jenna a cup of coffee and handed Sara utensils, along with a bottle of raspberry jam. “Can you open this for me?” Megan asked.
Sara laughed and twisted off the lid. “How do you ever manage to cook when you can never open anything?”
“I manage because I have you to help me. And when you’re not around, I skip the jam or anything else with a screw cap, for that matter.” She wagged her finger. “Tight caps are not my friends.”
As Megan went to work on breakfast, Sara said, “Since we’re all gathered here, we should talk about the bachelorette party. We need to get cracking on that. Any ideas?”
For the next hour, the three girls tossed around ideas until Cassie and Nick surfaced. After an exchange of pleasantries, they all went their separate ways, agreeing to meet up again for the formal dinner that Cassie and Nick had planned for the bridal party.
As Sara made her way back to the bedroom to work on her article, she thought about the dinner party—a party that Mitch would attend. Her stomach tightened, and her heart raced in anticipation. She couldn’t believe how eager she was to see him again. Damn him for being so irresistible.
How in the hell could she possibly
She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep but her mind was too busy racing, her body too wound up to relax. Flustered, she kicked the covers off. Maybe she should get up and work on her article. Fantasy men in uniforms, she mused. What a great title. So very delicious, and oh so very scandalous. She knew firsthand.
Megan sat up and stretched. The springs on the old twin bed groaned in protest. “Coffee?”
Sara smiled. “Love some. I’d also love some of those yummy breakfast frittatas you make.” Since Sara hated to cook, having a sous chef for a best friend was like the icing on the cake or, rather, a yummy frittata on her plate.
With Misty curling around Megan’s feet, they padded to the kitchen, taking care not to wake the others. Megan went to work on the coffee while Sara grabbed her pen and notebook. Her mind raced to create the perfect catchy opening. She scribbled a few things down, but her mind kept wandering to the amazing fantasy night she’d just had and to the amazing man beneath the uniform.
Just then Jenna appeared. “Doesn’t anyone sleep in Chicago?”
“It doesn’t appear that way,” Sara said, using her toes to push a chair away from the table in offering. “What’s keeping you up?”
Jenna combed her fingers through her long hair. Even after a night of no sleep, she was the epitome of perfection. Jenna designed her own clothes and owned a chain of lingerie boutiques, and with her long chestnut hair, green eyes, beautiful face, and perfect figure—a perfect figure that she kept hidden beneath baggy clothes—she could easily be a top lingerie model herself.
“I’ve been up all night thinking about my business and the fashion show Cassie asked me to put on for her friends and colleagues. It really is great exposure for the new Siren line, especially now that I’m thinking of expanding into new territories.” She bit her lip and glanced around as though gauging her friends’ reactions.
Megan’s blue eyes lit up. “Really? That’s wonderful, Jenna. I knew one day you’d grow your business and venture into new territories. You certainly have the brains and drive for it.”
“I’ve just been waiting for the right time and the right opportunity to expand. I think this might be it. Cassie and I were talking last night and she has some great ideas. As a public-relations liaison for one of Chicago’s largest marketing firms, she has lots of contacts in the industry.”
“So you’re thinking of opening a shop here, in Chicago?” Sara asked. She tossed Megan a grateful smile as she brought her a steaming mug of coffee.
Jenna nodded. “Yes. With Cassie’s help, I know I can do this.”
Sara leaned in for a hug. “How exciting for you, Jenna!”
Megan offered Jenna a cup of coffee and handed Sara utensils, along with a bottle of raspberry jam. “Can you open this for me?” Megan asked.
Sara laughed and twisted off the lid. “How do you ever manage to cook when you can never open anything?”
“I manage because I have you to help me. And when you’re not around, I skip the jam or anything else with a screw cap, for that matter.” She wagged her finger. “Tight caps are not my friends.”
As Megan went to work on breakfast, Sara said, “Since we’re all gathered here, we should talk about the bachelorette party. We need to get cracking on that. Any ideas?”
For the next hour, the three girls tossed around ideas until Cassie and Nick surfaced. After an exchange of pleasantries, they all went their separate ways, agreeing to meet up again for the formal dinner that Cassie and Nick had planned for the bridal party.
As Sara made her way back to the bedroom to work on her article, she thought about the dinner party—a party that Mitch would attend. Her stomach tightened, and her heart raced in anticipation. She couldn’t believe how eager she was to see him again. Damn him for being so irresistible.
How in the hell could she possibly
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