Free Screw Cupid by Arianna Hart Page B

one of his blatant invitations, he’d run so fast in the opposite direction he’d leave skid marks on the carpet.
    Been there, done that, outgrew the t-shirt.
    “Earth to Reannah ?”
    “Huh? What? Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”
    “Then I’ll ask again. Do you have plans for tonight?”
    He wasn’t asking her out, was he? No, he couldn’t be. His little vulnerable act was probably just the set up to a joke. He more than likely had plans with that knockout he’d taken to the Christmas part.
    “I’m going to a party.” The words popped out of her mouth before she’d even realized she’d made a conscious decision to go.
    Who was she kidding? She wouldn’t have gone to her doctor and gotten the form filled out if she wasn’t planning on going.
    “Oh, well have a good time.”
    “I’m sure I will.”
    His face lost a little of its usual good humor and for a second Reannah thought maybe he really was going to ask her out and she’d blown it. But his smile snapped back in place seconds later so she must have just imagined it.
    “I guess I’d better get going then so you can leave on time.” He tossed her the stress ball and straightened from his perch.
    “Thanks. Have a good weekend. I’ll see you on Monday.”
    “If not sooner.”
    Now what did he mean by that?
     
    Kiefer hustled to his office and shut the door behind him. Being the top salesman had its privileges and having his own office instead of a six-by-six cubicle was one of them. He scrolled through his inbox at a furious pace.
    Ah, there it was. He knew the picture he’d seen on Reannah’s monitor looked familiar. He’d gotten the same E- vite and almost deleted it as spam, but for some reason hadn’t. Curiosity had made him click on the link to see what the deal was. After he’d read all the cloak and dagger directions, he’d thought it was a joke but saved it anyway.
    Now that he knew Reannah was going, he was willing to revisit the idea. He skimmed through the oddball directions then glanced at his watch. If he wanted to make the deadline he had a lot to do in a short period of time.
    His cock hardened as he thought about finally getting his hands on Reannah’s delicious body. He’d been after her for months and she hadn’t budged an inch. All his usual tactics and charm had failed miserably to get him more than a lunch date with her. That woman had him so tied up in knots he hadn’t been able to concentrate on anyone else.
    What was it about Reannah that captured his attention to the point of enforced celibacy? She wasn’t that gorgeous. Granted, her red hair and green eyes were unusual and her body was pleasantly curvy, but so were a hundred other women that he had contact with on a regular basis.
    But none of them made his mouth water and palms sweat whenever he got within five feet of them. Every time Reannah bent over in her low-slung jeans showing the scrap of lace peeking out from under her waistband, his libido shot through the roof.
    A relaxed dress code had never been such a mixed blessing before. Maybe if Reannah was forced to wear a boxy suit instead of hip-hugging jeans he wouldn’t be so consumed with her?
    Kiefer pictured her with her wildly curling red hair pinned into a tidy bun, wearing a boring blue suit that came down to her knees. His imagination took off and the hemline jumped to mid-thigh. Instead of boring flats, she wore stiletto heels and garters.
    Heat pooled in his crotch as he fantasized about her unbuttoning the demure white blouse to reveal a lacy black bra underneath. His erection threatened to split the zipper on his khakis as his dream Reannah stripped down to a lacy thong and straddled his lap.
    The shrill ring of his cell phone had him jumping out of his leather chair like a scalded cat.
    “Kiefer Brown,” he answered a little breathlessly. He felt like he’d just been caught with his pants down—literally instead of in his dreams.
    “ Keef , that lawyer we’ve been trying to