Under Wraps by Joanne Rock

hell of it was, all she accomplished by cinching that belt was to accentuate show-stopping curves he wanted to thoroughly explore.
    â€œWrong.” His fingers itched to undress her since he knew better than anyone how much she liked to wear silky slips under her buttoned-up business attire.
    Not that it would help his cause to remind her of that particular fact.
    â€œExcuse me?” She glared at him across the console, her golden brown hair trapped in the collar of her coat until she flipped it free with a flick of her wrist. “Have you forgotten we need to work together this week? Don’t you think this kind of distraction complicates a working relationship?”
    â€œMaybe. But that doesn’t make the kiss a bad idea.” He put the car into Reverse, trying to turn his focus toward getting them safely to their destination as quickly as possible. He sure hoped he could shave some time off the twelve hours his maps suggested it would take. “It’s always better to know what you’re dealing with than to wait and wonder.”
    â€œAnd now we know.” She didn’t sound too happy about the fact. “We’re not only stuck in a hedonistic sensual haven together, we’re also susceptible to sexual temptation. Don’t you think that’s a problem when we need to concentrate on finding a thief before he bankrupts your client or me, or both of us?”
    When she put it that way, it did sound like a problem.
    â€œNothing will interfere with my job,” he assured her.“I guarantee you that much.” He owed Vincent Galway a quick resolution to this mess.
    Without the handful of investigative jobs from Premiere during the year since he’d left the force—and the contacts Vince had shared to help land Jake some lucrative work—Jake would have never grown his thriving business so quickly.
    â€œGood.” She settled into the corner of her seat farthest from him and closed her eyes as if she would finally sleep. Or at least, pretend to. “Then we’re agreed we’ll never let that happen again.”
    Never?
    That was a long time in Jake’s book and he didn’t plan to agree or disagree. As far as he was concerned, strong sensual chemistry would lend their cover more authenticity.
    And after one electric taste of Marnie Wainwright, Jake knew there wasn’t a chance in hell they’d resist the lure of that attraction for long.
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    â€œN AMES, PLEASE ?”
    The request was issued by the sleek and incredibly sexy brunette behind the desk of the Marquis that night.
    Marnie half hid behind Jake as they checked into the resort to ensure no one recognized her. She had never seen this woman who greeted them before, though, not unusual since the Marquis didn’t employ many regular staff members, preferring to run the place more like an ashram than a business. Guests who lingered there for more than a week took turns as greeters and hosts,welcoming other guests. Guests could even sign up for waitstaff and housekeeping duties, jobs that frequently filled role-playing fantasies. No doubt tonight’s greeter was a hotel guest looking to meet new people if she’d volunteered for desk duty.
    With that in mind, Marnie didn’t worry quite so much about being recognized. Besides, she’d purchased temporary hair color when they hit the New York border and was now a redhead. She’d also braided a plait around the crown of her head so that she fit in with the historically themed Marquis. A small, cosmetic change, but it gave her a very different look.
    â€œJack and Marie Barnes,” Jake lied, signing the old-fashioned register with fake names while the hostess ran a credit card.
    Marnie had been interested to see if the transaction would work, but Jake had assured her that the card was tied to a false business that could not be traced back to him.
    Apparently, no one knew their way around the law quite as well as an