Under Wraps. Joanne Rock

it just her, or was sex coming to mind way too much during this conversation? While she’d like to believe it was just the buzz of good champagne in her veins that made her feel so pleasurably warm inside, she knew it had more to do with Jake Brennan being in the room with her. He would make any woman take notice.

      “Sounds like the perfect place to hide an embezzlement crime.” His jaw flexed, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head, fitting this new piece of evidence into the puzzle.

      “Actually, precious little is hidden in the rooms of the Marquis.” She studiously avoided looking at him while thinking about what went on in that private resort. Her eyes locked on the screwdriver in a silver cup holder on her desk. “Here.”

      She passed him the tool and eased past him to clear a path to the bookcase so he could take his equipment—and his questions—and go.

      He took the screwdriver, following more slowly.

      “It also sounds like the perfect place to lose yourself.”

      “Excuse me?” She pulled the belt tighter on her bathrobe.

      No matter that she wore a tank top and comfy pair of girly boxer shorts underneath it. The more layers the better during a conversation about a sex-drenched playground with a droolworthy stud who’d not only seen her mostly naked, and seemed to enjoy the view.

      Ah, who was she kidding? She was enjoying checking him out just as much. Too bad he had already pulled a fast one on her or she might have considered acting on the sizzling connection between them.

      “I want to avail myself of your services through Lose Yourself. I need you to book me a trip to this place as soon as possible.”

      The image that presented—Jake Brennan stalking the secret lairs of the sexually adventurous—gave her heart palpitations. And, oddly, inspired a ridiculous surge of jealousy for all the women who would dole out their best tricks to attract his notice.

      “No.” She folded her arms. Shook her head. “You don’t want to go there. There’s a strict policy about hidden cameras anyway. Definitely not your kind of place.”

      “Don’t you want to find out who tried to pin about ten different federal crimes on you?”

      “Yes, but—”

      “Good. That’s why you’re going with me.”