Mara Fox - Letting Loose!

“Well, thanks for thinking of me, but I’d rather get stinking drunk than get caught up in any romance.” Tina shuddered for effect, making her breasts giggle. The man across the sauna made eye contact with her chest, making her grin. His girlfriend grabbed his arm, muttered something in his ear and then pulled him to his feet.

“That wasn’t nice.”

“I’m in a rut, and he looked like he could pull me out. It’s frustrating—my job’s going great, and I’m still restless. What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing a relationship with Mr. Right wouldn’t cure.”

“Right. I’ll take The Bandit.”

“That’s not a relationship. You’re dangerous in this mood. That poor guy is going to get it from his girlfriend. She couldn’t wait to get him outta here.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Just try to concentrate on the party, okay? This is my night, so I get what I want. And I want a cruise theme.” She blew out a breath. “Tony’s family is huge, and we’re going to be inundated with them.” She eyed Tina. “But the more the merrier, so if you want to invite…”

She knew whom Emma would suggest she invite if Tina allowed her to continue. “We can start on the beach, and then move the later portion of the party to a nice inside suite. The guests who are interested can get rooms for the evening. And your hair won’t get all frizzy.”

Emma ran a hand tentatively through her hair.

Tina smiled. Mentioning frizz usually distracted Emma from those topics Tina most wanted to avoid.

“A bonfire with those flaming torches would be nice,” Emma said, sounding wistful. “It would be informal and fun.”

Tina resisted the urge to sigh.

“We could go for a walk in the moonlight.”

When Emma got that distant look, Tina knew she was remembering the beach where she’d met Tony. It wasn’t hard to see the magic between them.

I’m not jealous. “Everyone will be waiting for the falling-down-drunk part of the party, so we should at least get them started with those drinks mixed in coconuts.”

Emma shook her head. “Not everyone will be looking to get drunk.”

“Yeah, well, without The Bandit, you need to spice up the party somehow. You’ll regret not having him. Believe me, it would make it a memorable evening. One fortunate lady might have even gotten lucky with him.”

“No one sleeps with a stripper—especially not you. You’re not desperate. You’re just in a little rut.”

“Thanks.” Ever since the cruise, when Emma’s life had fallen into place, Tina’s seemed to have fallen apart. She couldn’t seem to find a man to satisfy her.

“Maybe you’ll meet someone at the party.” Emma patted her arm, and Tina resisted the urge to pull away. She wasn’t used to sympathy, and usually resented it. But for some reason, Emma mattered to her.

And it still surprised the hell out of her.

“What? And have the night ruined? There are rules against men interfering with our female fun, you know.”

“Since when are you a stickler for rules? I agree that the girls should have a little fun, but no strippers. Promise me.”

Tina rubbed her fingers together. It was an old nervous habit she’d thought she’d conquered. It certainly wasn’t appropriate for a hotshot lawyer who looked to make partner in Jacksonville’s biggest law firm. She glanced down at her fancy manicure and realized that technically, her fingers were crossed.

“Tina, promise me!”

Those naughty fingers, Tina grinned.

“Okay, I promise.”

“TINA, THAT STRIPPER’S amazing. What an ass. And those abs. It’s amazing what little strips of leather can do for a man. I just wish I had the chance to tear off all that leather—with my teeth.” Lindsay bared her perfect pearly whites.

Tina noted that Lindsay’s toothy smile looked almost feral in her pinched, anorexic face.

“Here’s to men in leather.” Lindsay raised her glass in a mock toast, expensive rings sparkling on every one of her bony fingers.

The Bandit certainly had Tina’s vote, and between his gyrations and the leather straps shifting over his tan muscles, he certainly had everyone’s attention.

Tina blurrily considered that she was almost drunk.

Good thing, too, because Emma’s usually placid eyes were the color of a storm at sea. Tony could be seen trying to calm her, but Tina knew she was in trouble for hiring The Bandit, and then sneaking him into the hotel with all those luscious leather straps hidden under a trench coat.

Lindsay was right. Leather made a man hot.

Tina was also hot.

She’d been fired up all the way into the hotel after the dinner and the bonfire. But only because The Bandit was due to arrive.

Maybe she should have taken The Bandit directly to her hotel room: gotten sweaty and mussed while taking off each section of leather, piece by piece, inch by sexy inch—instead of hanging here with all of these couples.

She didn’t do the couple thing. After they’d had a wonderful time on the cruise, Tyler seemed to have that couple’s thing in mind, and she’d nixed it…after letting him get embarrassingly close.

He’d been the first man to actually spend the whole night at her place. And she didn’t do that sort of thing. No matter how good the sex, the guy went home after. She might stay over at his place, but rarely. She didn’t like the morning-after awkwardness or the intimacy.

Unwillingly, her eyes strayed to the corner where Tyler sat with an attractive woman perched practically on his lap; obstinately, she refused to look away when those blue eyes challenged.

She never backed down from a challenge.

And getting a professional stripper into her bed was going to be something. The Bandit would definitely make her forget anything she might feel for Tyler.

Tina looked over at Emma and Tony again. Didn’t they know what a mistake they were making? From what she’d seen growing up, there was no such thing as a couple. Just two people unwilling to admit they would eventually get tired of each other, get tired of having sex with each other.

Emma finally broke away from Tony, and then got directly in Tina’s face.

“Why did you bring him?” Emma gestured with her chin. “You promised,” she hissed.

In a sexy little bronze dress with a plunging neckline embroidered in gold, Emma looked great.

Too bad it wasn’t The Bandit kind of hot.

But the neckline of her flimsy dress was suspiciously askew and Emma’s nipples were at attention. Tina suspected Tony had very recently had his clever fingers deep inside the silk. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t wear the bra?”

Emma blushed. “Yes, he definitely likes the dress.”

“What’s not to like? But it’s the boobs, not the dress he’s enamored with.”

One of the girls gathered around The Bandit actually moaned.

Emma resumed looking disgusted. “How could you do this?”

“I had my fingers crossed when I promised. You know I do that sometimes.”

“So it’s my fault because I didn’t look at your damn fingers? Is this part of the I-don’t-understand-how-friendship-works problem? Or is it about your recent troubles with your social life?” Emma looked really upset and worried.

Tina’s gut rolled, and she didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or the hurt look on Emma’s face. Emma was a good friend, one of the few people Tina trusted, and she’d gone and blown it because…well, for no good reason. “I’m sorry. I’ll take him away in a few minutes.”

“What are we going to tell the girls? And how much did you pay? I mean, I don’t want you to be out a lot of money…” Emma’s eyes widened as she saw him caressing the leather shield in front of his groin. “He can’t be built like that? It’s padding, or something. Right?” Her voice rose.