Secrets Of Bella Terra by Christina Dodd Page B

Jenna, Ebrillwen did.
    The first time Ebrillwen realized that Jenna had been closing the spa and signing off on the cleaning before the crew was finished, she’d threatened to tell Noah and Brooke. Jenna had skated a little too close to the edge too many times; she was already on probation . . . so she had stayed to clean up the masseuse’s mess. When he broke in, she was finally done scrubbing. She’d stripped off her clothes, hopped into the shower, turned—and there he was, watching her and grinning. She’d screamed and kicked. He’d dragged her to the massage table, bent her over, and poured into her. His cock had been hot and hard and real, and he had rubbed her clit with hot stones while he did her.
    That night, he’d fucked her three times. Three. Until she was sore, and each time was better than the first.
    Bet you couldn’t do that, Rafe I-am-so-cool Di Luca.
    Victor walked behind the concierge desk. “What can I do for you, Jenna?”
    She stared at him, trying to remember, while excitement rolled off her in waves. She pressed her thighs together, trying to contain herself. But that caused a bigger ripple. So she made an executive decision: She’d take her break right now, find her guy, get laid, then teach him a few things in return. What could go wrong?
    She tossed a scornful glance at Rafe and Brooke as they looked at the map of the resort.
    The really important people were busy.
    “Victor, I wanted to talk to Brooke, but I don’t want to interrupt her. I’ve got to leave for a couple of hours.” She made her patented embarrassed expression. “Female problems, you know.”
    Victor stepped back as if she were contagious. “I’ll tell her.”
    “And let the spa know so they know to call Brooke if they need help?”
    “I’ll tell them, too.”
    “Thank you, Victor.” Jenna fluttered her fingers. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She walked to the door and stopped. Turning, she looked at Brooke, all prissy-ass and authoritative. She looked at Rafe, leaning over Brooke and smoldering with sexuality.
    God damn them.
She was going to make them sorry they were born.

Chapter 13

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. Without even knowing where Brooke was living, Rafe had picked the cottage next to hers. She’d tried to convince him he needed bigger accommodations, but he wanted that location for the same reason she liked it—it was central to everything on the premises.
    So they were neighbors. No big deal. She could handle knowing he was skulking around in the bushes. After all, his only interest in her was whether or not she’d hit his grandmother with a tire iron. That was it. He seemed much more interested in chatting up Jenna Campbell, whom he’d managed to find while Brooke was outside with his mother.
    Brooke rubbed her forehead. She must be getting cranky, because she knew Jenna pretty well, and without a doubt Jenna had found him. Frankly, it was of no concern to Brooke whether he flirted with every scaggy female in town, as long as he stayed out of her bushes. So to speak.
    “I’m glad that’s settled.” With expertly false sincerity—she was, after all, a concierge—Brooke smiled at Rafe. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to relieve Victor for a while, so I’ll go change.”
    “Get into uniform?” Rafe asked.
    “Exactly.”
    “Wait here. I’ll get my bag and walk with you.”
    “Get your bag and the bell staff will bring around a golf cart to take you to your cottage.”
    “Why bother the bell staff when you can take me?”
    “I can change without your help.”
    “I want to reacquaint myself with the grounds, meet more of the employees.”
    Irritated beyond reason, she snapped, “Why don’t I call a conference, line them up for you, and you can interrogate them all?”
    “Casual meetings are more likely to produce results.” He seemed oblivious to her sarcasm.
    She knew better. But she wasn’t going to shake him, and she was pretty sure he wanted to see where she lived, whether she had