What do you say to a no-strings fling?
Itll just be hot, wild sexnothing more, nothing less, Nick continued, backing her up to the wall, bringing his body flush against hers. Delaney bit back a whimper at the sweet pressure of his chest brushing her aching nipples, his thigh, warm and hard, pressed between her legs.
He placed his hands on either side of her head and lowered his face until his mouth was within inches of hers. Delaney swallowed, unable to tear her gaze from the hypnotic blue depths of his. As though under an irresistible spell, she simply waited, both eager and terrified to see if hed follow through.
She didnt have to wait long. His mouth plunged, taking hers with a fierceness that shot straight down to her belly. Heat, flashing hot and intense, flamed as he traced the soft silk of her blouse with his hand, sliding his fingers over her collarbone, her shoulder, brushing the side of her breast. Then, growing bolder, he moved his palms over the curve of her backside, pulling her closer to him.
Without offering any resistance, Delaney shifted her leg to wrap it around his hard muscular thigh, giving him better access. She couldnt think. She couldnt breathe. And she could barely hold herself upright when he suddenly stepped back, leaving her cold and wanting.
Just one month, Delaney, he whispered. Think about the possibilities.
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Dear Reader,
Im a sucker for makeovers. Its like playing dress-up for adults, and Ive always been a dress-up kind of girl. Even now I love nothing better than experimenting with a new hairstyle and makeup or coming up with a new look for my entire house. Paint, pillows, you name it, Im game. But a total life makeover? Wow, thats a little more than even I would want to take on.
But Delaney Conner risks it all, and the results are beyond anything she could have dreamed up. Especially when the benefits include having an incredibly sexy erotic suspense author make her an offer she doesnt want to refuse. Nick Angel definitely tempts Delaney to stray out of her comfort zone. But the closer they get, the more Delaney worries that hell see beneath the glossy surface to the real her.
I hope you enjoy Nick and Delaneys story. I sure did. Be sure to drop by my Web site at www.TawnyWeber.com to let me know. And while youre there, check out my blog, my latest contest or vote for the hunk of the month. Id love to hear from you.
Enjoy,
Tawny Weber
Risqué Business
Tawny Weber
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tawny Weber is usually found dreaming up stories in her California home, surrounded by dogs, cats and kids. When shes not writing hot, spicy stories for Harlequin Blaze, shes testing her latest margarita recipe, shopping for the perfect pair of boots or drooling over Johnny Depp pictures (when her husband isnt looking, of course). When shes not doing any of that, she spends her time scrapbooking and playing in the garden. Shed love to hear from readers, so drop by her home on the Web, www.TawnyWeber.com.
Books by Tawny Weber
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
324DOUBLE DARE
372DOES SHE DARE?
It takes courage to grow up and
become who you really are.
E.E. cummings
To my parents, who always encouraged me
to be who I really am.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
1
HER HOT, DESPERATEbreaths echoed down the long, dark hallway. Terror coalesced into a black swirl of passion as his mouth slid down the concave silk of her belly. His fingers gripped her butt, lifting her for his pleasure, totally in control. He held complete dominance over her. Damp heat pooled between her legs, making her squirm in silent supplication. His fingers tightened, holding her prisoner, demanding she await his command.
Delaney Conners own breath puffed out as the words blurred on the page. God, to be that woman! Shed already read this scene three times since shed gotten Nick Angels latest erotic thriller, but it still fascinated her. Fascinated, hell. Shed had two orgasms thanks to this chapter alone. Three, if she counted the memory itd invoked in the shower.
She traced a finger over the face on the back cover. The authors eyes, vivid and piercing, promised an ability to live up to the heat between the pages. She wondered how much of the sexual appeal was the words themselves, and how much was knowing theyd been written by the man with the sexiest face shed ever seen grace a book jacket.
Professor Conner?
With a gasp, Delaney tossed the book in her canvas tote as if it had spouted flames. Cheeks on fire, she plastered a look of ingenuous questioning on her face. Hopefully the rapid flutter of her eyelashes conveyed innocence, in addition to cooling off her cheeks.
Mr. Sims, hello, Delaney said, her tone tight and stiff, as suited a professor at Rosewood.
Women like the heroines in Nick Angels books, when busted having sex in public places, gave a wicked smile and made you envy their moxie. Her? She couldnt even read sexy books in public without blushing and worrying someone was going to rat her out for ill-advised reading choices. After all, reading was meant to be an educational pursuit, never for tawdry entertainment.
I just wanted to say how much I got out of todays lecture. The evolution of character archetypes fascinates me.
Her discomfort dissipated as Delaney shifted into teaching mode. The two of them fell into a discussion of the topic, Delaney growing more animated and excited the more they talked. She loved it when a student grasped her concepts, loved even more seeing the spark of excitement in his eyes. Delaney wasnt an easy teacher by any means. She pushed her students, keeping her curriculum dynamic and challenging. But she prided herself on having the lowest failure rate of any other professor in the English department.
And her success would only help in her bid to become assistant head of the Department. A plum promotion, itd put her in the position to take over as department head within the next ten years. Exactly as shed planned. And maybe, just maybe, itd have the added bonus of actually getting her fathers attention.
Excuse me, said a husky voice.
Delaney and Sims moved aside to let a gorgeous brunette pass. Stunning from the top of her perfectly straight hair to the bottom of her sleek black heels, even her little red suit screamed power. Now she was a perfect Nick Angel heroine. Sexy, savvy and confident.
They both watched the woman pass, Delaney envying her sense of presence and Sims obviously admiring her ass. While he gathered his composure, Delaney glanced at her watch.
Damn. Late again. With a quick goodbye to her student, she hurried down the hall to the deans office.
She flew into the reception area. The tiny blonde at the desk looked like a kewpie doll. Flaxen curls, huge blue eyes and a round dimpled face hid a razor-sharp mind and a wicked sense of humor. She was Delaneys best friend, and the two women had bonded over an obsession with Johnny Depp, eighties rock music and their mutual love for romance novels, a top-secret subject here at the college. Rosewood was that uptight and narrow-minded.
Itd taken Delaney until last year to finally confide in Mindy Adams her deepest, darkest secret. She not only loved to read popular fiction, but unbeknownst to anyone other than Mindy, she also made a tidy income reviewing it for various magazines and newspapers. Shed heard a rumor that two years ago, the college had fired an art history professor when theyd discovered she modeled on the side. That her modeling had been of historical costumes in a magazine layout had seemed to make no difference to the dean. Delaney could only assume that he and the trustees saw it as frivolous and mocking.
So she kept her reviews top secret and used her middle name, Madison. Shed have been crazy not to.
Am I too late? Is my father still here? she asked, catching her breath.
Hes still here, Mindy responded slowly.
Whats wrong? Delaney asked, still panting slightly.
I just thought you might want to know, um Mindy hesitated, then sighed. Did you notice that brunette leaving a few minutes ago?
She had a great laptop bag, with plenty of room for books and papers. She glanced at her own canvas bag, ratty and worn. She hated shopping, but she lusted after practical totes, especially in leather. Maybe after she got the promotion shed treat herself to one like that.
She was here about the position in your department.
Brow furrowed in confusion, Delaney stared. My position?
She hadnt ever considered there would be competition for it. She tilted her head in silent question and Mindy nudged a paper toward her. Delaney scanned the womans resume.
Nice, but not as strong as mine.
Mindy winced.
Id heard talk Professor Belkin wants someone whos going to attract attention, the girl said, referring to the head of the English department. Attendance is down in the department and hes taking it personally. He seems to think a more attractive assistant head will help boost the numbers.
A dynamic curriculum and strong teaching reputation arent enough?
They both knew it was a rhetorical question. Where Delaney might hide a mystery novel behind her textbook, Belkin was the kind of guy who hid a Hustler magazine behind his. The man was all about looks, the hotter, the better.
And even though the position was awarded by a hiring committee, he headed it. Which meant he had a lot of influence.
I heard Belkin tell the dean he wanted someone with a lot of charisma and looks, who could not only handle the academic side of the job, but the PR angle hes planning to push, Mindy said to the top of her desk. She obviously couldnt meet her friends eyes.
Delaney clenched her jaw to keep from screaming in frustration. Temper never helped, but imagining how good it would feel to throw her ratty bag across the room sure did.
Mindy took a deep breath and shot her a long, considering look, probably to make sure Delaney wasnt going to pitch a fit. Reassured, she tapped the magazine on the desk in front of her.
Maybe if youd consider a makeover she suggested hesitantly, not for the first time. Delaney was already shaking her head before the blonde continued. You know, something to change the visual so maybe people will give you the attention you deserve?
Delaney sighed. Spoken like a true girly girl. Mindy never left the house without lipstick, how could she be considered unbiased? Delaney figured it was because shed grown up motherless that shed never been inducted into the girly club.
Why bother? I am who I am. Will mascara and a push-up bra make me someone else? The thought made her cringe. Makeup, fancy clothes, they baffled her.
No, but theyll get you noticed. Mindy waved the magazine in her hand. Risqué. Delaney rolled her eyes. What a title. She looked at the tagline, Youre only as confident as you look. Right.
Who needs that kind of attention? Delaney groused. She tugged at the frayed hem of her tweed jacket and frowned. What about that whole inner beauty being more important than outer beauty thing?
Its a feel-good myth, like Santa Claus, Mindy deadpanned.
Delaney snorted.
Youve got looks under all that tweed. Youve definitely got brains, and youre a nice person, Mindy mused. You just need to learn to make the most of it all. Take my advice, read this magazine. Itll have you on the road to satisfaction. Better yet, Ill bet you even get laid.
Delaney snorted again.
Unlike some people, I dont think sex is a cure-all. Well, she was alarmingly addicted to a certain authors books. But that had nothing to do with real life. Their only purpose was titillation. They had the reality level of SpongeBob SquarePants and even less emotional depth.
How would you know? When was the last time you had sex?
When Delaney opened her mouth to retort, Mindy shook her head. With someone else actually in the room with you.
Damn. She clamped her lips closed.
What good is another department-store makeup fiasco? she asked instead. Shed tried that once in her teens and discovered being invisible was much preferable to being mocked.
No, you need something much bigger. Mindy leaned over to push the magazine into her hands.
Delaney glanced at the cover, then at the dog-eared page. Risqué? A makeover contest? Youre kidding, right?
Not at all. Its a killer deal. Complete makeover. Hair, makeup, completely new wardrobe. Not some cheesy thing, either, its custom created just for you. They even teach the winners how to maintain her new look.
Why on earth would I want to do this?
Its your shot. You win, youll see what a difference it makes.
Delaney tossed the magazine back on the desk with a roll of her eyes. Whats the point? I hardly think something as shallow as eye shadow and hairspray will cure my problems.
Mindy pulled a face, then shrugged. Delaney felt bad for hurting the other womans feelings. Before she could apologize, Mindy slipped the magazine into her drawer. The alarm on her desk squawked a reminder.
Hes leaving in ten minutes. If you want to see him, youd better go in now, Mindy reminded her.
Frowning, Delaney nodded her thanks, scooped up the tote and squared her shoulders.
She strode through the heavy doors, lifted her chin and took a deep breath. Shed originally intended to hint around that shed appreciate his backing on her application. Now shed have to be more direct. For once, she had to stand up for herself.