Right here. Right now.

She took deep breaths in her small suite at the Hotel del Coronado in San Diego, an accommodation with no view of the spectacular oceanfront outside. She'd booked this spot as a prep space for the retreat weekend she was leading—her biggest business coup yet. Eight women had bought into the extravagant "Better in Bed" workshop offered by Jess's fledgling company. Who knew there would be so much interest in reclaiming your sensuality among wealthy, successful women who—seemingly—had the world at their collective feet?

"Do you need anything else, Ms. Winslow?"

A sleekly tanned young caterer with a Spanish accent tucked a clipboard under her arm as she waited for Jess's instructions.

"Everyone has drinks next door?" She hoped this first session of the weekend would be made a smidge easier by plying her guests with alcohol.

Hell, her discussion of erotic massage might be easier if she downed the alcohol. She'd wanted to kick off the retreat with a bang, but planning the workshop in theory hadn't fully prepared her for the intimidation factor of teaching erotic massage to a roomful of strangers she desperately needed to impress.

"They've all been served and there is a small bar set up for refills like we discussed." The woman tapped her fuchsia-pink manicured fingernail down the itemized list on her clipboard. "Would you like me to bring you a glass of chardonnay?"

Jessica winced. Was her tension that obvious? There was no reason for the attack of nerves, since she knew her material backward and forward. Well, no reason except that setting her business venture apart from her family's million-and-one get-rich-quick s