Hot Summer Nights
Chapter One
Burned out, Leslie thought. What a ridiculous concept. She
loved her job-most of the time-was phenomenally well
paid for it, and everyone who did business with her told her
how wonderful and talented she was. How could she be burned
out? Well, she sighed, as she drove east through Connecticut
on Route 95, maybe this vacation would help her sort through
her feelings. She wasn't about to give up her job, and yet she
wasn't looking forward to her eventual return to business either.
When had she started thinking burnout?
It had begun several weeks before with a favorite client,
Bob Rowan. She had been using the motel room in Club Fantasy,
a simple room that could be rearranged to become a photo
studio, a hooker's room, or, as it had been that evening, an elegant
bedroom in a mansion in the suburbs. That evening,
dressed in a sheer peach-colored nightgown and red silk robe,
Leslie had been sitting at the dressing table brushing her
shoulder-length ash-blond hair when she heard someone in
the closet. Heartbeat speeding as it always did when something
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