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hold everything in the strictest confidence. You don’t need to be concerned about anything. Your privacy and personal information is of paramount importance to us.”
    Lara remained in the bed with the sheet covering her from the waist down, but leaving her creamy white breasts exposed. With her hair tousled and half-naked body exposed, she was a tempting sight.
    Chelsea shook her head. “You are absolutely lovely, my dear, but rules are rules. It’s time for me to take my leave before I return to bed and make a decision I am sure to regret later.” She leaned down and gently kissed Lara on the lips. “Goodbye, my dear.”
    Lara stretched her arms above her head. “The limo is waiting outside the hotel, ready to take you wherever you need to go. I trust you can find your way out?”
    “Yes. Thank you.” Chelsea ambled to the door and quietly exited the penthouse.
    Lara tossed the sheet to the side and walked to the dresser to retrieve her cell phone. She’d heard a buzz earlier in the day, but it had come at a most inopportune time, so she had forced herself to ignore the message. When she swiped the screen and retrieved the message with the naked picture, she laughed out loud. “Ah, Rachel, you will be the death of me yet.”
    Lara searched for any other messages and finding no other texts, she frowned. It was unusual for her not to hear from Sophia. She decided she needed to call her wife and see if anything was wrong. After dialing the number and the call going straight to voicemail, Lara became irritated. It would be eight o’clock in New York. Sophia rarely went out and she never let a day go by without calling to chat for a few minutes, especially on the first day after Lara returned to Seattle.
    Lara began pacing her penthouse. A storm was brewing—Lara could feel it in her bones. Instinct was what made Lara such a successful businesswoman and she sensed something big was about to occur in her well-organized life. The prospect of change was not welcoming.
    Lara went toward the bathroom. She wanted to be home by eight and would have just enough time to shower and remove all evidence of her very personal business meeting. Lara smiled to herself. Chelsea had certainly been a surprise in bed. The woman was insatiable. If Chelsea had not made it perfectly clear that this would be a one-time opportunity, Lara might have considered taking Chelsea as a lover. What the hell was she thinking? She already had one too many women in her life.
    Lara entered the bathroom and walked into her shower. She would try to call her wife again before leaving for home.She let the water run over her sore muscles. Pleasing Chelsea had been a workout. Lara groaned and she thought about needing to satisfy Rachel tonight. Burning the candle at both ends was starting to take its toll on her body. By the look of Rachel’s text message, she was sure there would be an expectation that, she had to admit, would be hard to resist.

     
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    When Joy and Sophia reached the front door of Hotel 1000, a doorman graciously opened the door for them. “Welcome to Hotel 1000, ladies. We hope you have an enjoyable stay. All of us are here to serve you.”
    Joy smirked. “Too bad you’re the wrong sex.”
    “Behave,” Sophia chastised.
    Sophia walked up to the check in desk with Joy close on her heels. “Hello, I’d like to see about getting a room for my friend here. If you have something available that is close to the penthouse, that would be perfect. I believe the limo driver dropped off our bags. My bags need to go to the penthouse and my friend’s need to go to whatever room can be arranged.”
    “I’m sorry ma’am, but the penthouse is permanently rented and not available, but we have another room that I think should meet your expectations.”
    “Yes, I know the penthouse is rented—to my wife. I’m surprising her today,” Sophia clarified.
    The desk attendant raised her eyebrow, “You are Ms. Beck’s wife?”
    Sophia