Young and rich, Kurt Nielsen is New York’s most eligible bachelor. Except now he can’t even bring himself to talk to a woman. How could he, after his last girlfriend took him to court? Kurt is still smarting from the injustice of it all.
Sick of his anger, his friends have bought Kurt a call girl. What could be better than a high-class hooker to cheer him up? The working girl will arrive dressed as a hotel maid, with an entire scene arranged.
Kurt has never paid for sex before and is uncomfortable with the idea, yet he agrees to meet her at the Hilton. But things don’t go as planned when he arrives at the hotel two hours early.
Unknown to Kurt, when the maid walks into his suite, she isn’t his call girl. Carmen is an actual hotel maid, with a host of secrets and problems of her own. Sex-starved, Carmen simply cannot resist the carnal magnetic allure of Kurt.
Although they are complete strangers, sexual need and animal chemistry overwhelms them both. They quickly discover ecstasy together, again and again and again.
But what will happen when they discover their mistake?
The door to Kurt’s suite opened, and the call girl “maid” came in. Kurt could only stare for a moment, stupefied by the heavy heat of desire that spiked through him.
The trim, curvaceous woman held a stack of towels and walked with purpose. Head up, hips swinging, she had the kind of youthful, healthy spring in her step that any man would notice.
In fact, Kurt couldn’t believe it. If you had asked him what he lusted after, he would never have come up with this woman’s physical characteristics in a million years. He usually went for tall, leggy blondes. About five foot four, this woman had a smooth coffee with cream complexion, and shiny dark brown hair.
The maid’s dark eyes widened with innocence and surprise when she saw him. Then she dropped her towels in feigned shock and fright. What an accomplished actress!
Kurt smirked. That one action gave him a dark thrill, and instantly brought his wolfish instincts to the fore. Did he want to chase her down, capture her, and then have his evil way with her? You bet your sweet ass he did!
The high class escort his friends had hired for him was seriously hot. Kurt had an immediate, overwhelming animal impulse to slam her up against a wall. And there was no reason in the world why he shouldn’t do just that.
Carmen Wilson was also stupefied. She had been told by her supervisor to bring fresh towels, and had been assured that the suite was empty. It was clearly not empty.
The green-eyed, blond-haired hunk was muscular, solid, and much taller than she was. Holy crap! Carmen felt as if she had walked in on ‘Thor the God of Thunder.’ Her first impression had been one of unrestrained menace, and her pulse had instantly quickened.
Her next thought had been of sex – no holds barred, toe curling, teeth grinding, spine curling, pelvis arching, steaming, screaming, reaming hot sex.
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