Burning Up
"Come on in, Lucas, the water's fine."
Lucas Grant took another slug of whiskey and squinted at the blonde bobbing in the hot tub at the end of his balcony. Until she'd spoken up, he hadn't realized anyone had stayed behind when the last guests had stumbled out the door of his Sydney harborside mansion a few minutes earlier.
He'd forgotten this one's name. Candy? Cindy? Something with a C, he was pretty sure. She was lying back in the water, arms spread wide on the rim behind her, her hair tousled, her eyes heavy-lidded.
A slow grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he registered the trail of clothing she'd left on the way to the tub—a slinky little dress and the few scraps of Lycra and lace she'd obviously been wearing underneath.
Lucas moved toward her, tumbler held loosely in one hand.
"This is a surprise," he said, even though it wasn't.
Ever since he'd scored a role in a break-out movie back in his early twenties, his life had been full of moments like these. Blondes in hot tubs, brunettes waiting in his hotel room, redheads lingering outside the sound stage. Fame was the most powerful aphrodisiac known to mankind.
Or should that be womankind ... read full excerpt from: Burning Up ebook
