Free Falling Into You by Maureen Smith

said with a grin, “but I
don’t think that would go over too well with the senior partners.”
    “Probably not.” Cherelle turned away to stack
plates in the cabinet. “By the way, you never answered my question. When are
you going to start moonlighting at a male strip club?”
    Rebecca laughed. “You just don’t give up, do
you? Like I told you before, the bulk of my research comes from survey
responses provided by female exotic dancers at several different clubs around
the city. But, yes, to present a more balanced study, I do plan to spend at
least a month waitressing at the Spectrum to get the male dancers’ perspective.
Bruno has already spoken to the owner, who’s a good friend of his, and set it
up for me.”
    “Uh-huh, I bet he has. And you say there’s
nothing going on between the two of you.”
    “There isn’t. I’m not interested in Bruno
that way.” Rebecca paused for a moment. “Besides, I met someone.”
    Cherelle whirled around so fast she nearly
dropped a plate. “ What did you say?”
    “I met someone. At the club.” Rebecca grinned
wryly at her friend’s wide-eyed expression. “Damn, girl. You don’t have to look
so surprised. It’s not like I’ve never dated before.”
    “Yeah, but you know it’s been a long time.”
    Which would probably explain how insatiable
she’d been with Vince, Rebecca mused. She still couldn’t believe how many times
they’d made love yesterday. She’d stopped counting after the fourth or fifth
mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her.
    “So tell me about this someone,” Cherelle
urged, abandoning her task to give Rebecca her undivided attention. “You say
you met him at The Sultan’s?”
    Rebecca nodded. “Now, you know how I feel
about men who get off on watching women strip in public. I generally think
they’re borderline perverts. But something about this guy was different. I got
the feeling he doesn’t visit strip clubs very often.”
    “What’s his name?”  
    “Vince,” Rebecca answered, remembering the
way she’d moaned and screamed his name into the wee hours of the night. “He’s
an investment broker, and girl, he is beyond fine. Tall, dark, and too sexy for his own damn good. Picture the buffest male
stripper you’ve ever seen—big shoulders, rippling muscles, a six-pack you
could bounce quarters off of. Well, Vince’s body is all that and then some.”
    Cherelle raised a finely sculpted brow. “How
do you know so much about that man’s body?”
    Rebecca grinned. “Let’s just say I had an
up-close-and-personal encounter.”
    Cherelle’s eyes widened in shock. “You little
hussy! No, you didn’t!”
    “I did. Over, and over, and over again.”
    With a squeal of delight, Cherelle grabbed Rebecca’s
hand and practically dragged her over to the small oak table in the sunny
breakfast nook. “Details! I want details!”
      Feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, Rebecca
told her friend everything that had happened from the moment she met Vince Gray,
starting from the unexpected summons to the Platinum Suite that had led to
their first kiss, and ending with an account of the way he’d taken her roughly
against the refrigerator when they’d finally emerged from the bedroom to have
dinner last night. The memory of each erotic encounter was enough to make her
body throb with renewed desire.
    “ O-M-G! ”
Cherelle exclaimed when she’d finished speaking. Grinning broadly, she fanned
herself with her hand and shook her head at Rebecca. “You never cease to amaze
me. Just when I think I’ve got you all figured out, you go and do something
crazy like this.”
    Rebecca grinned. “Believe me, I shocked the
hell out of myself. I hardly even know this man, but that didn’t matter to me
the moment I saw him again. All I could think about was how damn hot he was,
and how his deep, sexy voice was making me weak in the knees. Before we even
stepped onto the elevator, I knew I was a goner.”
    Cherelle laughed. “Not even I’ve had