Free Over Exposed by Stephanie Julian

He knew what the suite looked like. Jared Golden’s fiancée, Annabelle, had taken a special interest in that room and created a sensualist’s dream.
    Where Jared had chosen a Victorian theme for the Salon at Haven, this room looked like something out of a sultan’s wet dream. And he totally meant that in a good way.
    He was halfway up the circular staircase before his brain said, “Ya know, this is probably a really bad idea.”
    Luckily for him, his feet didn’t listen.
    At the top of the stairs, he took a moment to appreciate the sheer visual beauty of the room.
    He had no idea what it’d looked like before Annabelle had gotten her hands on it. He knew the round bed had come with the building, probably because the huge, custom-made piece would’ve had to be dismantled to get it out of there. It fit the dimensions of the circular room perfectly.
    And Annabelle had gone from there.
    Deep, rich purple and red silk covered the walls and windows. A canopy of white gauze draped over the bed along with white silk bedding. Every light in the room, all of which looked like lanterns, had a bulb that flickered and bathed the room in simulated candlelight. A chaise lounge made for two sat under the huge windows that took up nearly half of the wall space. A floor-to-ceiling armoire was the only other piece of furniture in the room. It really didn’t need anything else.
    Except for the artwork hanging along the walls from ribbons draped over a suspended rod.
    Greg couldn’t tell a Picasso from a Pollack but he knew what he liked. And he liked these.
    They were black and white and looked like pen-and-ink drawings showing couples and threesomes in all manner of erotic poses. Nothing explicit, but just looking at them made his cock hard.
    He wondered what Sabrina thought about them. Did she look at them and get hot?
    Shit, he really should head back downstairs.
    But did he? Of course not.
    â€œSabrina? Are you up here?”
    A muffled thump followed by a curse came from the attached bath, and he headed for the door to find her on her knees on the floor, rubbing the back of her head.
    â€œHey, you okay?”
    He crouched down beside her, cupping her nape as she gave him a dirty look. Which made him smile. Hell, everything about her made him smile.
    â€œNo. You startled me and I hit my head on the cabinet. Which is kind of hard, so, ouch.”
    â€œYeah, sorry about that.”
    She shrugged and made a motion to get up, not meeting his gaze. “Not your fault.”
    Standing, he reached down to help her up and, when she tried to release his hand, he didn’t let go.
    Now she did look up, lifting her eyebrows at him.
    â€œYes, it was my fault. I didn’t mean to startle you. What are you doing up here?”
    She tugged on her hand and this time he let her go. “Stocking cabinets. I figured I could get some housekeeping stuff done. I get bored easily and it helps me think.”
    â€œI know the feeling. So are you finished in here?”
    â€œWhy?” Her question held a wary tone and his grin widened.
    â€œBecause I think we could both use a break.”
    Her arms crossed over her chest and he had to fight the temptation to look down awfully hard.
    â€œAnd what do you have in mind?”
    He wanted to go back on his earlier statement and throw her on the bed in the next room.
    â€œHow about you help me stage a few photos? I told Tyler I’d do some promo shots while I was up here.”
    He really didn’t need her help and Tyler didn’t really expect him to do those photos, but now that he was with her, he didn’t want to be alone in his room again.
    And he should have known she’d call him on it.
    â€œI thought you didn’t want to see me until tonight?” Her eyes narrowed and he found her suspicion hot as hell. “What changed? Is something wrong?”
    â€œWhy do you ask that?”
    She paused. “No reason. I guess.