Firecracker in Heat - Firecracker #1 (Erotic Romance) by Megan Flint Page A

at the gym, which was more than any of her girlfriends could say. She would get back at them for this desertion somehow, the details of which would come later.
    “It’s just me now I’m afraid,” she added.
    “Then you must be here for the obstacle race tomorrow. Would you like a wake up call in the morning?” the woman offered dryly.
    “It’s still early. Let’s see how I do on my own first,” she joked.
    “Very good Ms. Harridan.” The concierge curtly tapped a bell on the counter in front of her which signaled the end of their conversation. A fresh-faced teenage bell hop arrived to carry her luggage. “Ms. Harridan in the Fairview Suite,” the woman said without looking up.
    The young man picked up both suitcases, but then let her take the lead, giving directions as they went. Trixie couldn’t help but wonder if she should be following him . Regardless, when she offered to tip him for his services, he declined.
    “I couldn’t possibly accept Ms. Harridan. You’ve already tipped me more than you know. Have a pleasant stay,” he said, scurrying away with a sly grin.
    Cheeky mongrel. Trixie would say something to the management if she wasn’t secretly flattered. Again, wrong target. She was interested in more mature offerings.
    Trixie laid her luggage on one of two king-sized sleigh beds and looked around. The Fairview Suite was furnished with two large bathrooms as well. She and her girlfriends were going to double up for two nights and share the amenities between them. Kumi would crash wherever she could fit, which would be anywhere. Miss size zero. Now she had a tight ass. Alas, not all genetics are created equal.
    Trixie eyed the desk with a phone and thought about calling them all. It was only a two-hour drive from the city. They could still make it if she applied enough guilt. She considered it, but then abandoned the idea like they abandoned her. Trixie couldn’t be bothered with the effort, and it was kind of nice having the whole place to herself. If her girlfriends didn’t have the guts to show up on their own, she would live like a queen in their absence.
    She clicked open her come-hither suitcase first. If she was going to take ownership of this weekend, it wasn’t going to happen alone in a spacious hotel room. Surely there was a dining room downstairs, one that was hopefully adjacent to a bar.
    Trixie shed her V-neck blouse and short skirt for a curvaceous green dress. Holding it up against her naked body the soft fabric adhered to her skin. Standing in front of a full length mirror, Trixie ran a hand up her inner thigh, filling her eyes filled with hunger. Her red hair looked vibrant against the green fabric. This was definitely the look she wanted. Ten minutes later, eyes painted darkly, she surveyed her handiwork in a bathroom.
    As a natural ginger, there was no point in shying away from her heritage. Men were either drawn to her fiery mantle like moths, or they scurried away like frightened children. She wasn’t interested in the latter, so she accentuated her autumn hair whenever possible. The backless dress showed off her pale skin and well-toned muscles, putting all the hours she spent working out at a gym on display, not the least of which included her rippling calves, which were now pulled taut in a pair of modest heels.
    When it came to meeting men Trixie didn’t have a type per se, aside from what she thought were normal standards; clean, healthy, and at least one attractive attribute, be it dazzling eyes, a seductive smile, or even strong hands. She wasn’t choosey. A girl with her unique disposition in the bedroom couldn’t afford to be overly selective. If a guy was respectful and stood taller than her in heels, then he could potentially have a turn on this ride. Other than that, Trixie cast her net wide.
    She found the bar and dining room on the main floor, but it was either too early or she had booked her stay at the most retiring hotel of the village, which was starting