Games Girls Play. Deanna Lee

      

Games Girls Play

      Also by Deanna Lee:

      Undressing Mercy

      Barenaked Jane

      Exposing Casey

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

      Games Girls Play

      DEANNA LEE

      APHRODISIA

       KENSINGTON BOOKS

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      Contents

      Dangerous Play

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Man in Motion

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Double Team

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Preview

Dangerous Play

      1

      “Oh. My. God.” I stared numbly at the television.

      The phone started to ring as the reporter started to replay the video footage and I reached out for the phone. My hand connected with it and I dragged it to my ear. I swallowed hard as the replay of the video of my favorite client strutting out of a well-known BDSM club with not one but two women continued.

      “Hello.”

      “Jesus H. Christ.” Kristen Travis groaned in my ear. “Please say it’s fake.”

      No. I knew the man well enough to know that it was him. Joshua Keller—every delicious inch of him encased in leather pants and a too-tight T-shirt—star soccer player, one of my mostly heavily endorsed clients, so James Bond British he practically gleamed in the sun, and much to my utter shock a sexual deviant.

      I reached out and grabbed my DVR remote to record the footage. “Shit.”

      “Yeah.” Kristen sighed. “Come on, Tara, what did we do to deserve this?”

      “I don’t know but my father was right. I should have gotten into corporate PR. It was a mistake specializing in athletes. Look at this crap!” I paused the recording when it centered on his face. “It’s old.”

      “What?”

      “Unless he’s shaved off his goatee this is old; at least six months.”

      Six months old. Yes, at least six months and we could manage that. Couldn’t we? My company was entirely too new for me to fail at handling such a public display of bad judgment on the part of one of my biggest clients. Sure, Joshua had never been a choirboy and when he’d come to Atlanta he’d brought with him a reputation for loud parties, indiscreet women, and barhopping.

      “Yeah. You’re right. He’s very attached to the facial hair. I tried for three hours to get him to shave last week for that modeling gig. He outright refused.”

      I was glad; the look was dead sexy, and if I were right, it would certainly help defuse the situation that was quickly developing. “Has this hit national news yet?”

      “No, but it’s on the web so it’s just a matter of time before we start getting phone calls asking for statements. Even if it’s old, it’s still brand-new news.”

      She was right and that presented a problem that I did not want to think about. Though getting one of my clients on a national news broadcast had appeal, one normally hoped for charity events, not innuendos of threesome sex and BDSM clubs.

      “Did you have any idea he had…?” Kristen paused. “How exactly can we spin it? I mean if he likes to tie up women and spank them…”

      I pursed my lips and glared at the television; the mere thought of him enjoying something like that had my pulse racing in a very different way. As sexy as the man was I’d never seriously considered hooking up with him because I’d figured he wouldn’t be up for that kind of rough sex play.

      “Men won’t care, but women…At least some will try to paint him as a misogynist who gets off on hitting women.”

      “Yeah, that’s so not good.” Kristen groaned.

      I jumped at the sound of my doorbell and stood from the couch. “I have to go. Someone’s at the door.”

      “I’ll try to figure out what to say besides ‘no comment.’”

      “Yeah.” Though I wasn’t all that convinced there was a damn thing anyone could say that would make the situation any better.

      I went to the front door of my apartment, still clutching the phone, and jerked it open. Joshua. The man looked like sin, the kind of sin my mama had assured me would send me straight to hell. A year and a half of being his publicist and I still couldn’t look at him without my panties getting wet.

      I glanced over his face, taking in the still-present goatee, his short black hair, his finely chiseled face, and nice very kissable mouth before I met his gaze with my own. Dark blue eyes stared back at me, intense and thoughtful. He’d been at my home once in all the time that I’d known him and that had been for a company dinner party.

      “You know I prefer to meet clients in my office.”

      “I didn’t figure this could wait until tomorrow.”

      I stepped back and motioned him inside. “Already getting questions?”

      “Phone and e-mail.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he stopped in front of my television. “HD?”

      “Of course.” I sat down on the couch and watched him as he started to pace. The black slacks he wore molded quite nicely to his ass with each turn.

      Objectifying men was something of a hobby, and my job was totally to blame. I spent all day selling some of the finest bodies on the planet for advertising and endorsement. It was a bit disturbing how much of a product I viewed some of them. “How old is it and do you have any idea who recorded it?”

      “At least a year. I haven’t been in the Playground in a long time and I have no idea who filmed it or what else they might be sitting on. I haven’t always been discreet about my sexual liaisons but I’ve put a serious effort into behaving since…well, for a while now.” He stopped pacing and turned to face me. His expression spoke volumes about the state of his temper. The barely leashed anger was oddly attractive.

      “Okay.” I took a breath and tried to refocus. “At least that’s something. We can say that video is old and try to leave it at that.”

      “Don’t yank me around, Tara.” He motioned toward the television. “We live in the freaking south and the people around here are so repressed that I’ll be some hell-bound pervert inside the next twelve hours.”

      “At least we won’t have to worry about the metrosexual factor anymore.”

      He stilled completely and turned to glare at me. “Pardon me?”

      “We’ve had feedback that perhaps you were too fashionable, too put together to be straight.” I pursed my lips. “It’s not really a problem among your female fans and now that male fans think you’ve lived out their favorite sexual