Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles

famous spa company had offered her the position of a lifetime, and she’d grabbed it with both hands.
    A knot of excitement centered low in her stomach as she tried to read the glossy magazine. After her flight reached Florida, she would eventually sail on the latest state-of-the-art cruise ship. Once they reached St. Kitts, they would then continue on to the beautiful tropical island of Curaçao. She could hardly wait. With the pages of her magazine barely registering, she focused on her surroundings. Airport life was exciting and invigorating. The terminal building hummed with passengers as they came and went. Several excited travelers took the seats next to hers, and then moved away once their flights were called. An old couple in their seventies, who’d been sitting beside her for a half hour, stood, and began walking to the check-in desk.
    “Have a good flight,” she called after them.
    “You, too, sweetie,” the elderly lady replied, giving her a cheery wave as she walked away.
    Lia went back to reading her magazine. Engrossed in a kiss-and-tell story, she became vaguely aware as a man sat beside her. That smell, that masculine smell. Where did she recognize it from? Such a distinctive aroma, it was obviously expensive, and so very sexy. Slowly, realization dawned, and her whole body went rigid.
    Lia turned in his direction. Tan leather cowboy boots gave way to a pair of hip-hugging Wranglers. Large hands rested on muscular thighs. The gold Breitling watch attached to his wrist glinted in the overhead lights. A black T-shirt fitted to perfection across his broad shoulders. The cut of his jaw and the way his dark hair trailed down to his collar was unmistakable.
    “Jake!” she blurted out. Her eyes must have looked huge because she could barely contain her surprise at seeing him again. The magazine she’d been reading fell to the floor as he spoke.
    “You’re a hard woman to find, Lia.” His deep voice set every nerve in her body on high alert.
    Feeling stunned, she could barely get her words out. “Wh…what are you doing here?” Her heart was racing. The way he looked at her turned her legs to Jell-O, and her voice became a high-pitched squeak.
    “You didn’t tell me you were leaving Vegas. You didn’t say good-bye, princess.”
    Lia swallowed hard. Just the way he spoke her pet name sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes held hers. Cold slivers of glacial blue pierced her tranquility, unsettling her. Jake could so easily melt the frozen wastes of her heart, if she ever allowed him to. She’d learned from bitter experience that men like Jake were not dependable. They were a law unto themselves.
    “I waited for your call. It didn’t come,” she reminded him.
    “I had things to do, princess. You do realize you can’t just leave?”
    “Why not? I’m a free woman. This is a free country. I can do whatever I want.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong, princess. You still owe Arabian Nights Casino a serious amount of money.”
    When Jake hadn’t contacted her after they’d spent a wonderful, mind-blowing night together, she’d naively assumed that her debt would be written off. Wrong, so very wrong. “But, Jake, I thought—”
    A cynical smile touched his lips as he leaned in and whispered against her ear. Lia closed her eyes, reveling in his nearness and the way he made her feel inside—all hot and excited. “I see. You thought one night with me and I’d write off a million bucks.” He snapped his fingers dismissively. “Just like that. You value yourself very highly.” He was so close, his warm breath fanned against her neck, reminding her even more of their night of unbridled passion. An ache pulsed in her pussy. Damn. Her body betrayed her. In that instant, she knew she still wanted him.
    Jake continued, “What we shared was wonderful, but I live in the real world, Lia. I suggest you wise up and do the same.”
    Lia looked up into his hard features. Even when Jake was being harsh with