Lisa Gibson didn't mean to
cause the crash. When she lifted her tank top and flashed her breasts
from an Annapolis sidewalk at the hunk riding by on his Harley, her wild
impulse seemed like harmless fun. How was she to know he'd lose control
of his motorcycle, hit the curb, and land at her feet?
Fe cop Antonio Alvarez wants compensation for the bump on his
--in the form of a
Motrin from Lisa's purse and her company over a stiff drink. It's the least she can do for making him miss his visit
with his midshipman brother. Though Lisa hates cops she takes a chance
and slides on the back of his Harley--riding into the most erotic
adventure of her life.
In the dim glow of a secluded harbor bar Lisa and Antonio's attraction
ignites some very naughty public behavior behind the privacy of their
table. They think no one sees them, but security cameras record their
bold sexual encounter in crisp detail. When the videotape is lost, Tomas
Alvarez and his girlfriend Crystal Diamond, a stripper at the Tongue &
Cheek, join forces with Lisa and Antonio to get it back.
But if Lisa's
womanizing, just-dumped ex-boyfriend Rick Bennett has anything to say
about it, the video will make Lisa the Internet's next porn diva. How
will they stop this ruthless blackmailer?
"If you could be anyone in the world, or
do anything else you wanted with your life, what would you choose?"
Antonio asked as they lay side by side on the ground, watching a
shooting star through the treetops.
Lisa didn't need to consider her answer. "To be me," she replied.
Antonio rolled toward her on his side and traced the line of her jaw
with his forefinger. He seemed surprised. “Not some movie star? The
first female president? A famous singer?”
Lisa shrugged. “I realized as a teenager there was no point in wishing I
was someone else. Nobody gets to have a perfect life. All you have to do
is look around--you’ll see proof everywhere.”
She inclined her head
toward Antonio. “Famous women have too much stress. Many say they miss
their old lives. Others battle drugs or alcohol or have worse blue
problems than I do.”
“Trouble with men. Even the most gorgeous women in the world can’t seem
to find a faithful husband.”
“Ah,” Antonio glided his hand across the tops of her breasts and she
shivered lightly at the touch. He leaned in to kiss her then, covering
her breast with his palm, massaging, while their tongues touched. “But
you are gorgeous,” he said, breaking the kiss. “And I'm glad you don't
want be someone else. I like who you are. Exactly."
"And who am I, exactly?" Lisa rolled to face him and cupped his cheek in
"You’re the woman I don't plan to lose." Antonio's eyes glistened in the
Lisa's arms flushed with goose bumps. “You know, for a flatfoot, you
sure know how to sweet talk a girl.”
“Well, I’m Latino, after all.” His grin was sly. Don’t you gringas say
that Latin men make good lovers?”
Lisa had to laugh then. “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, mister.
We’ll see if you’re consistent.”
It was Antonio’s turn to smile. He covered his heart with his hand like
a Boy Scout. “I promise to do my best.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
“A skeptic?” Antonio kissed her mouth again. “I mean what I say.”
Lisa had heard promises before. Her heart seemed to slam shut, suddenly,
and she pulled back. She needed to regain control of this situation.
What had started as a game for revenge against one man had evolved into
a full-blown affair with another.
With feelings attached.
There was no way she could have multiple O’s with a man she cared
nothing about. She stared into Antonio’s deep, dark eyes and felt her
heart skip a beat as it fought to reopen the steel door she’d just
hidden it behind.
Could she be falling for this guy?”
Lisa changed the subject to get a little space between them. “What about
you? Did you ever wish you had someone else’s life?”
“All the time when I was a kid.” Antonio raised his brows. “You seem
“I guess I am. You seem so self-assured I assumed you were always a
“H-m-m. Cocky, yes. Bastard, no. I had a happy set of parents. At least,
until my dad got sick.”
Lisa had tried to rile him but he hadn’t gone for the bait. In fact,
he’d taken her dig in stride and was still quite affable. He smiled
across their makeshift bed, which, for some reason, annoyed her.
“I wanted to be a train conductor when I was a kid. They seemed so
powerful in their uniforms, collecting tickets, always stern and
shouting stations. I thought they were at least as tough as cops, and
probably made lots more money.” His lip twitched with the recollection
and he seemed embarrassed for an instant. “My dad never put me down,
though. Never tried to convince me that conductors weren’t law
enforcement. He let me have my little fantasy.”
Lisa felt bad now for being mad at him. They’d had great sex and, even
though he’d had an orgasm and was probably tired, he was making real,
Maybe she’d better take a harder look at Antonio Alvarez.
She must have stared too hard because he stopped talking and stared
“Are you laughing at my conductor worship?”
“Not at all. I think you’d make a wonderful conductor. Though you’d
still be a man in uniform.”
His eyes smoldered. “I’m not in uniform now, though. In fact, I’m still
naked as a corn cob.”