Free All Of Her (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver

All Of Her
    Fantasy Heights, Book 4

    Amanda took her foot off the accelerator. The pedal was no use now that the car had begun to chug and lurch. Very soon, the sleek black sedan’s engine would cut out entirely, stranding her, the hapless female motorist, on a long gravel drive following the lakeshore.
    Right on cue, the engine stalled. Gravel popped beneath the tires as the car rolled to a stop mere feet from a gate breaking a long line of vine-covered fence.
    Amanda draped an arm over the steering wheel and leaned forward in the seat, peering into the woods. Past the fence, hiding from a brilliant afternoon sun inside a phalanx of pine and oak trees, stood Haynes House. A solid rectangle of native stone, wood and glass, it was the oldest building on the Fantasy Heights resort, built nearly two-hundred years ago.
    Waiting inside was her mystery client. Amanda hadn’t worked up the courage to find out who he really was. Asking questions could endanger her job, or at the very least, cost her this client.
    She did know one thing about him: He must have an awfully compelling need to hide his identity. There had been plenty of times in the heat of the moment where he might have forgotten himself and spoke aloud, or let her blindfold slip, but he was always on his guard. Either the guy had superhuman self-control, or some powerful self-preservation instincts. And she couldn’t help but worry about why he would take such a chance to be with her. Nor could she help feeling protective of him. Connected.
    Her thoughts took a guilty flinch toward Thomas, her trainer. He would not approve of this connection she felt to a client. But then Thomas, apparently, didn’t approve of connections in general. He made sure their relationship was problematic enough.
    Amanda still hadn’t talked to Thomas about the wedding. Or as Josh put it, called Thomas’s bluff. She needed to tell Thomas that his maybe-girlfriend, Gail Warnous, was cheating on him, but Thomas would not allow it unless she promised to take him and Josh to her stepsister’s wedding.
    By the end of today, she planned to have it out with Thomas. She needed to tell him exactly what she thought of the thick lines he imposed between their personal and professional lives. Those lines only seemed to work one way. It was perfectly fine for Thomas to bring up her stepsister and former fiancé’s wedding whenever he felt like it. But God forbid she tell Thomas about the kiss she’d witnessed between Marla and Gail. Talk about a double standard. The more Amanda thought about it, the madder she got.
    Figuring it probably wasn’t too bright to get herself all worked up moments before stepping onto a set, she pushed her ornery trainer to the back burner. After this performance, she would find him. Tell him off. She would feel much better once the air was cleared.
    In the meantime, she had a very hot, very sensual mystery client waiting for her to fulfill his fantasy. She got out of the car, running over the sketchy script one more time. She was supposed to play the stranded motorist, lost in the back of beyond where her cellphone didn’t work. She’d come upon this lonely old house, and when no one answered her knock, she would wander inside to use the landline. Walk right into his trap.
    Long ago, Haynes House had been a chapel. She found traces in the stone moldings and gothic windows. Where the altar might once have been stood an empty fireplace. Overhead, copper ceiling fans gleamed. Multiple doors led off the main section. Ahead and to her right, the door she was supposed to enter stood ajar.
    Pausing, she called out her one and only scripted line. “Hello? Anyone here?”
    She would not get an answer, she knew, and continued onward, nudging the door open and slipping through. The entire wall opposite the door was glass, showcasing a serene expanse of dark jade water. Brilliant sunlight outside burned the room around her into a darkened hollow. All she could make out was the