Free Do Me Baby (The Beaumont Series) by Angie Daniels Page A

fiasco, it would be a long time before she risked her heart to another man.
    As she walked past the casino she thought about her roommate again. That man definitely knew how to kiss. Just thinking about those perfect lips pressed against hers made her want to moan and beg for an encore.
    Why not? You’re on vacation .
    Her friends always joked that “what happens on vacation, stays on vacation,” and maybe that was the attitude she needed to have. Just enjoy the moment. After all, when was the last time she had allowed herself to just have a good time? She frowned. Longer than she could remember.
    By the time she was headed back to the cabin, Debra had convinced herself that she was going to relax and allow the weekend to dictate itself. Although having a fling was still an absolutely no-no.
    After glancing down at the slender watch on her arm, she headed toward the large turned staircase. There were several guests in dresses and ties whom she assumed were headed to dinner, while others were wearing flip-flops and bikinis.
    She admired the women, wishing she was bold enough to run around in almost nothing. She released a sigh.
    I’m an actor. I need a woman who looks good on my arm.
    Quit it, Debra , she scolded. Sony was a prick. You’re fine just the way you are . She had never been insecure, so why start now. With that she pulled her shoulders back and strutted confidently down the stairs to the lower level. But as she neared their cabin her confidence faltered slightly, because on the other side of the door was the sexiest man she had ever encountered.
    Debra was preparing to knock when the door swung open. With a gasp, she stared at the man in front of her. She would have never guessed he could look any more gorgeous, but the proof was towering in front of her.
    Rance was wearing a white crisp shirt that emphasized every hard muscle, and he had on navy blue pleated slacks that were made for his body.
    There was a mild tremor at her middle section. Damn, resisting this man wasn’t going to be easy.
    He gave her a once-over that made her skin hot.
    “I take it you like what you see.”
    “Since you already know, there’s no point in me telling you,” she said with a smirk.
    He shrugged. “Yeah, but it never hurts to hear it.”
    “And blow up your big head some more?” she laughed. “I don’t think so.” Still laughing, she pushed past him and stepped into the room to retrieve her purse.
    “Ready to go?” he asked, looking her up and down.
    Debra looked up at him. Rance’s gaze, hot and intense, warmed her like a caress. She gave a tiny nod.
    Rance tilted his head to the left. “After you.” He held the door open and waited for her to go first. As she brushed pass him his cologne ruffled her senses. Damn, the man was scrumptious in so many ways.
    But I’ll never tell.
    Rance Beaumont was used to women falling at his feet, but she wasn’t going to be one of them, no matter how tempting the idea was.
    Rance shut the door and they moved down the corridor, bodies brushing. There was no denying the attraction. They boarded the elevator and she saw the speculative glances from other guests and watched him try to appear unaffected by the attention. “You’re just sucking it up, aren’t you?” she said softly as the car emptied.
    “What?” he asked innocently.
    “Whatever,” she mumbled as they moved down the hall. “I’m sure women either love you or hate you.”
    Rance offered his arm and she crooked her arm through his. “Then I do whatever I can to make sure the women always love me.”
    She pretended to gag. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
    Laughing, he led her down the hall past the casino where several photographers had set up makeshift studios with backdrops that had a cruise theme.
    “Hey, how about a picture?” Rance suggested. He stopped walking and looked down at her.
    She shrugged, pretending indifference. “Sure, why not?”
    The young female photographer glanced up as they