Free If You Dare by Liz Lee Page B

opposites.
    And he couldn’t help but be eternally thankful for that fact. With her high energy and positive outlook on life, his spoiled baby sister was absolutely priceless. He didn’t know Cordelia well enough to know if she was a spoiled baby sister. Hell, all he knew about her outlook on life could be summed up in one-word fragments. Hot. Sexy. Uninhibited.
    And that’s the way he wanted it. Simple, slow and sexy. And after tonight who knew what new words he might add to the list.

Chapter Six
    Cordelia searched in the closet for the third time. Irene had left a note on the breakfast bar with complete instructions and suggestions for her sister’s fantasy wardrobe.
      She’d forgone the sexy lingerie in favor of her own Pajamas. Especially since Joe wasn’t around to appreciate the negligees her sister had purchased for her.
    Besides, lace was itchy next to her skin, and she was freezing in the next to nothing silk.
    But tonight started round two of fantasy week. She needed to feel sexy, not comfortable. Besides, she liked dressing up in Irene clothes.  
    Sure they weren’t good for all the time. But for one week devoted to fantasy fulfillment, they were perfect.
    Right now she couldn’t decide between the black silk backless sheath with its mid-thigh cut or the lace pants and halter top. Both were sensual designs, certainly made to showcase the female form. But one was overtly sexual with its see through lace. More like the red silk dress she’d worn yesterday.
    The other clung to her every curve. The material seemed to move with her. To become an extension of her body.
    Good grief. Fantasy vacations were a lot of work.  
    As she held the dress out in front of her she imagined the way it would feel falling to the floor. She was definitely leaning toward the silk. But as she looked at it in the mirror, she couldn’t decide.
    The soft dress was something she’d wear to one of her mother’s never ending charity banquets.  
    Sure it was sexy. But, it was almost familiar, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to go there.
    This week wasn’t real. Everything about it was fantasy. The clothes, the bath salts, the candles. Even the books. Most definitely the man.
    And the fantasy was temporary.  
    In a week, she’d return to life as normal. Her garden. Her cat. Her big floppy hat.
    She liked that life.  
    Most of the time.
    This week was a way to pass the time. To find a way past the incessant boredom of being the best good girl, the perfect daughter.
    She closed her eyes as the memory of last night’s bath washed over her. Of Joe’s hands, of his mouth. Of his words.
    She should’ve been shocked when he told her he wanted to watch her come. Instead she’d been more turned on than ever.
    The memories left her flushed and wanting.
    Yep. This was simply a week of fantasy. Real life like this could kill a woman.

    Joe didn’t know why he suddenly felt nervous.
    Everything was perfectly planned. The room booked. The reservations made. The car waiting downstairs. He even had flowers.
    He looked down at the bouquet his sister had convinced him to buy as they checked out at the grocery store. Daisies.
    Maybe they were the cause of the nerves.  
    The last time he’d brought a woman daisies, he’d been five and the flowers were for his kindergarten teacher.
    But somehow Taylor had convinced him the flowers were the perfect touch.
    So here he was.
    All he had to do was knock on the door.
    So why was he waiting?
    Images of last night flashed through his mind. The party. The bath. The bed. And, oh yeah, the bacon.
    Maybe his nerves were a delayed case of performance anxiety. He wanted tonight to be perfect, but it didn’t get much better than last night and this morning.
    In an effort to clear his mind, he shook his head. This wasn’t about perfection. It was about fun. Hell, who was he fooling? It was about sex.
    And he already knew sex with Cordelia was beyond incredible.
    With that thought he reached out and