Free Notorious by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page A

rooms, the less temptation. Oh, gee, too bad. “Sorry, but we seem to have an entry, a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom. And closets. Oh, and a terrace.”
    He looked out to the terrace. She could imagine the wheels turning as he tried to decide if he could sleep there, which was as far from the bedroom as he could hope to get and still be in the suite. She hated to tell him, but it wouldn’t be far enough.
    Finally he looked at her. “Do you like it?”
    â€œAre you kidding?” She held out her hands and spun around on the smooth stone floor. “I love it!”
    He smiled, although he still seemed a little on the nervous side. “Well, good. That’s good.”
    â€œDon’t you?”
    â€œI…” He took off his hat and tapped it against his thigh. Then he ran his hand through his hair, combing it back from his forehead. “I don’t know. It’s so different. No couch, no chairs, no coffee table, no lamps. And where’s the TV?”
    If she had anything to say about it they wouldn’t be watching any television this weekend, but he looked so uneasy she decided to find a TV for him. If imagining he’d be catching a ball game on the tube would ease his anxiety, then she was all in favor of locating the television set.
    â€œI’ll bet there’s a TV somewhere.” She figured the set was hidden, but a remote of some sort had to exist. Strolling into the room, she glanced around and finally found a remote-control unit lying on a rock ledge. “Here we are. ‘Entertainment Center,’” she read from the list on the cover of the remote. When she pushed a button, precision motors whirred as a portion of one wall opened to reveal a giant screen.
    Noah shook his head. “Amazing.”
    â€œWant me to turn it on?” She found the power button.
    â€œNo, that’s okay.”
    â€œLet’s make sure it works.” Punching the button, she brought up a menu screen. Aha. Adult videos on Channel 14. That might be worth checking out. She didn’t want Noah to get too comfortable.
    She pushed the numbers one and four on the numeric keypad. An incredible sound system filled the room with seductive music. Naughty! Sassy! No Holds Barred! flashed on the screen.
    â€œKeely, don’t—”
    â€œI’m just testing the system.”
    â€œCome on, turn it off.” He advanced toward her.
    â€œIn a second.” As the preview began, she held the remote behind her back.
    â€œGive it here.” He reached around her.
    â€œNot yet.” She danced away from him.
    â€œNow, you know we don’t need to see this.” He grabbed for the remote again.
    She twirled out of reach. “Just the preview, okay?” She managed to sneak a peek at the screen. Wow. The people were so big. It seemed to make them more naked, somehow. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a skin flick on a big-screen TV. And the music was awesome. Must be some primo speakers disguised in the rock walls.
    He sounded a little desperate. “Look, I’m not going to wrestle you for it.”
    â€œToo bad. That could be fun.” She noticed he kept looking at the screen, too, and his attempts to get the remote away from her had become halfhearted.
    â€œJust turn off the video, okay?” he pleaded.
    â€œRight after this part.” When the woman dropped to her knees and unzipped the man’s pants in obvious preparation for oral sex, the camera zoomed in. The man’s penis nearly filled the screen. “Oh, now, see that? I’ll bet you dollars-to-doughnuts a man directed this video. You can tell, because a male director always concentrates on fellatio, while a woman—”
    â€œKeely, for God’s sake!”
    â€œIt’s true! If you’ve watched enough of these you’d have to pick up on it!”
    â€œWell, I haven’t, okay? Saguaro Junction doesn’t exactly specialize in