Free Who Wants to Be a Sex Goddess? by Gemma Bruce

shook their heads.
    â€œAnd I would have heard,” said Loubelle. “Those darn diuretics keep me up all night.”
    â€œWell, I hope she’s okay,” said Jeannie. “I thought sure she’d come back for the second session. We were on the waiting list for the Eternal Orgasm class.”
    Andy heard the rattle of china and looked up to see Dillon juggling a tray of coffee cups.
    Jeannie sputtered and said under her breath, “He’s getting an earful today.”
    He set the tray down.
    â€œYou know,” said Andy, reaching up to take a cup from him. “I read in the newspaper about a woman who died recently. A Ms. Southwaite.” She took the cup and waited for Dillon to let go, which he did, but reluctantly.
    And Andy realized that she probably shouldn’t be talking in front of the staff. If there was something sinister going on at the retreat, any of them could be part of it. She glanced over at Dillon. His expression was so bland that she knew he had been listening.
    She waited until he’d passed around the other cups, dawdled over the tray, and finally moved away.
    â€œSugah, if you don’t do something about that man…Ooheee. Drop the poor soul a morsel, how ’bout it?” Jeannie raised her thinly tweezed eyebrows and nodded sagely. “Or I promise you, someone else will.”
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    Dillon walked slowly away from the group, his ears tuned to catch whatever snatches of the conversation he could. First Imogene Southwaite and now this Miranda person, who disappeared during the last session. Why hadn’t he been briefed about her?
    It could be coincidental, but Dillon didn’t believe in coincidence. Not anymore. Even his goddess had been pretty quick to make the connection to Imogene Southwaite. Not bad for an amateur.
    The thought stopped him midstep.
    Why would a shy, retiring spinster come here if she knew about Imogene Southwaite. Even if her death was an accident, wouldn’t she be afraid to come? And it was becoming increasingly clear to Dillon that it had been no accident.
    And to think, the agency hadn’t even wanted to put anyone on the investigation. The authorities had dismissed it as a tragic accident.
    The Southwaite family had pulled some upper echelon strings. And since Dillon had just come off sick leave, his superiors gave the assignment to him. It was about all he was good for.
    So far, he hadn’t discovered much. He planned to break into the business office and take some digital pictures of their files. But he hadn’t had a spare minute since the goddess bus had arrived. Between wait duties and debriefing meetings, and trying to keep his goddess from falling down and knocking herself out, he hadn’t had time to get inside.
    He looked across the pool. The four women were getting up. The afternoon session would be starting in a few minutes, and there was a general migration toward the main building. Ariadne had kept the sunglasses on. They were expensive and must be the correct prescription, because for the first time since arriving she wasn’t walking into the furniture.
    The back of his neck prickled as his intuition overrode his logic. Something about his mousy goddess was not adding up. Was she actually what she appeared to be? Or something else entirely. And if something else…What? Why the makeup, the glasses, the baggy clothes? What was she hiding? And why?

Chapter 5
    A ndy stood in the hallway, her course booklet open, as women scurried past her into classrooms. It seemed as though she was the only one who didn’t have a plan. Not one that included learning to be a goddess. Though with everyone in class, it wasn’t likely that she’d glean any more information about Mac’s sudden departure. And she’d learned all she could from the girls at the pool.
    She walked past the auditorium and dining room and paused at the next door, where the second session of Knowing What You Want was