Secret Cravings Publishing
4 Flames (18+) contemporary menage erotic romance.
Buy at http://tinyurl.com/bpjekz6
Although meeting men at this
business convention is not on the agenda for Francine, she can't get Omar out
of her mind. He acts interested, but never makes a move. As sexy as she looks
in black fishnet stockings and a low-cut bustier, she wonders if she can
compete with that throng of gorgeous, skinny model-types surrounding Omar
wherever he goes. On the last night of the convention, Francine realizes she
wants Omar's mysterious friend as well. How can she choose? And why should she
have to?
Teaser Excerpt:
“In
those stilettos, fishnet stockings, and black-lace bustier, every man tonight,
including Omar, is going to want to ravish you,” Karen cajoled.
Karen
meant well, but Francine didn't think she had a chance with Omar. Even with the
remote possibility that she did, she'd never get close enough to talk to him tonight.
This was the last night of the convention, and tomorrow they would go their
separate ways and never see each other again. She didn't know why she let Karen
talk her into going to this silly banquet, anyway. They had come to the
convention for business, not to meet men, and they had already achieved that
purpose. They should have just eaten in the hotel restaurant and gone back to
their rooms. They had an early flight tomorrow and a full load of work to do
next week.
"If
a guy looked at me the way this Mr. Omar guy looks at you," Karen went on,
"I'd know he had the hots for me. He was coming up to you right after the
seminar––"
"Right.
But he never made it past all those women surrounding him. I can't compete with
those skinny, gorgeous model-types. I'm a size sixteen and they're like, a size
two. Why can't we get dinner at the restaurant? I don't want to run into him."
Karen
glared at her. "We've already paid for the buffet. Remember? It's included
in the package. Listen, you look stunning tonight. If Omar can’t see that then
it’s his loss.”
"Thanks.
I know you mean well. By the way, you look great yourself. But I think he's a
lost cause. Besides, we're not really here for that, are we?"
Karen
laughed. "I'm always here for that. I just haven't seen anybody I like."
"Omar
did have a guy with him, in the middle of all those women."
"Not
my type. Besides, Omar is hard enough to catch. I imagine his friend would be
equally hard to get––if I even liked him."
Francine
thought about that for a moment. Omar's friend was almost as nice looking as
Omar himself. A little shorter, but he had bigger shoulders than Omar. If Karen
didn't want him maybe Francine could do them both. She giggled. It must have
been the bustier and the stilettos that made her feel spicier than normal. She
had never done two guys at once before, or even thought of it.
As
Francine and Karen entered the grand ballroom of the hotel, Karen was surprised
at how the room had been transformed from a business convention into a posh
formal event. "Wow. All the banners and booths are gone. They really did
themselves up for this dinner. Flower centerpieces on every table. It's like a
wedding."
"The
place does look elegant. I'm glad they dimmed the lights," Francine said.
"Makes me feel like we're at a party, instead of a business dinner."
Then
Francine saw Omar surrounded by a bevy of women admirers, the same ones who
followed him everywhere he went. She turned away, but not before noticing how
Omar was staring at her, taking in every inch of her voluptuous curves.
"Speaking
of the devil. He's looking at you," Karen said.
"It's
so dark in here. How can you tell? He's just staring into space. Anyway, I'm
not interested," she lied.
But,
interested or not, she tugged at her bustier so that it exposed more of her
breasts than before, almost down to her nipples. Then she turned back to look
at Omar, putting her hands on her hips to emphasize their curves. Omar smiled.
She could tell he was checking her out. Then her eyes wandered past him, to
that guy who was part of his entourage. He stared right at her. Maybe the two
of them had talked about her. She smiled at the guy. Again, her thoughts went
to having them both. That was crazy, wasn't it?
Karen
smiled. "Well, if you can see Omar, he can see you."
"He's
just a tease. I'm going to forget him. If he can't come after me, I don't want
him. Besides, I think his friend is kind of cute. Maybe I'll pick him up
instead,” Francine rambled nervously. “Let's just get something to eat. All
that food looks great. And I am hungry."
"See?
Aren't you glad I talked you into going to this convention now? And the spread
they've got..."
"Well,
I guess this was worth it."
"You
guess? We've got quite a few new orders. This convention is exactly what we
needed."
They
filled their plates at the buffet, but before they went to find a table
Francine felt someone breathing down her neck and smelled the fragrance of
masculine cologne in the air. She turned and found herself staring into Omar's
eyes.
"Good
evening, ladies," Omar said. "Francine, I really liked what you had
to say at the seminar this afternoon. I wondered if we could talk about it over
dinner. I've got––uh––two empty seats at my table."
As
Omar's gaze went to her breasts and then back up to her face, Francine felt
weak. Her body trembled, especially between her legs. What was it about this
man that drove her so crazy?
Just
then Omar's friend joined them. "Hi, I'm Joey, Omar's cousin." He too
had a very frank appreciation of her cleavage.
"Oh,
you go ahead, Francine," Karen said. "I almost forgot I promised to
talk to that sales rep we met earlier. This will be the last chance to see her.
You run along. I'm going to have dinner with her. Oh, and I'm Karen. It was
nice meeting you, Omar and Joey."
Before
Francine could ask her what in the world she was talking about, Karen ran off.
"What
do you say?" Omar asked. "I've got some questions I want to ask you.
Or do you need to join your friend?"
"Yes,"
Joey said. "I want to talk to you too...about your company and how you got
it all started."
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