Fantasy Resort 3
Hidden Fantasy
Stubborn but sexy prosecuting attorney Larissa Viamari is targeted by a violent gang and goes into hiding at the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort. She tries to blend in by joining in the activities, one of which is a body painting contest. Only, she has no idea it involves her two hunky cowboy bodyguards dragging paintbrushes over every intimate inch of her. Given she hasn’t have sex in seven years, she has a hard time dealing with the intense stimulation and longings bursting to escape.
But then her cover is blown, and the gang finds her. She realizes some tough decisions must be made. What will she have to sacrifice, or rather want to sacrifice, now that she’s gotten to know these men better?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 34,898 words
HIDDEN FANTASY
Fantasy Resort 3
Melody S. Monroe
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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HIDDEN FANTASY
Copyright © 2011 by Melody S. Monroe
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HIDDEN FANTASY
Fantasy Resort 3
MELODY S. MONROE
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
“The greedy bastard nearly killed Dana.”
Larissa Viamari dropped her head in her hands and wept. Her hair draped over her fingers, the blonde tips tangling in her opal ring.
Her best friend, Shayna Williams, rubbed her back. “She’ll be okay. You heard the doctor.”
Larissa sat up, swiped a hand across her eyes, and then blew her nose. “It’s not fair. He was after me.” She pulled the loose strands into a ponytail and secured it with a scrunchie.
“So you think. Just be thankful the shooter only grazed her.”
“If she hadn’t stepped behind me to pick up something she’d dropped, I’d be in the hospital now, or in the morgue.” Bile shot up her throat and into her mouth.
“The police will get him.” She picked up Larissa’s hand and squeezed.
Sympathy poured out of her friend, but Larissa wasn’t so sure the cops could do the job. Her ex was a slippery one.
“They didn’t find Phil after he slashed my tires or after he smashed the windows in my house.” Not that she had proof he’d done either crime, but the constant phone calls and the increased tension in his voice told her he was on the edge and quite capable of any of those deeds.
“This is bigger. He’s now an attempted murderer. I’m betting they’ll assign more manpower to the case. Don’t worry.”
“I know how many people never get caught. Remember, I deal with scum every day.” Though she hadn’t been much of a prosecutor ever since the shooting. Concentrating on anything but Phil had been difficult. She leaned back on her sofa. “He’ll find me. I know it. He’s crazy and won’t stop until I’m dead.”
Shayna poured another glass of wine and handed it to her. “Drink this. It’ll make you feel better.” Her friend tucked her legs under. “Maybe the person after you is someone you prosecuted and isn’t Phil.”
She shook her head. “I checked the prison logs. No one I’ve sent away has gotten out recently. It’s Phil. He called me the night before the shooting.”
“He still wants money, right?”
“As always. We’ve been divorced, what, seven years, and he thinks he’s entitled to what I’ve earned since then.” Her forehead throbbed not only from the tension but from lack of food. “I almost feel like giving him half my savings. Maybe he’d crawl back to the rock he lives under.”
“Men like him never stop wanting more. You know that. He’ll bleed you for the rest of your life and make you miserable if you let him. It’s a good thing you never remarried or had kids. No telling what he’d do to them.”
“Jesus.” The thought of him hurting anyone else she loved chilled her.
Shayna snapped her fingers. “What about the Southside Posse Bloods? One of the gang members could be responsible.”
Larissa swiped a pending tear from her eyes. “I already put Jesse Castillo and Damon Rodriguez in jail. They can’t hurt me.”
“You never got the head man, and you know they can put a hit out on you from jail.”
The idea chilled her. “I’m not buying it.” Or rather she didn’t want to admit it might be true.
“What about the guy who ran you off the road? The cops never did learn who tried to hurt you. Maybe he’s trying again.”
“God, how could I have forgotten that?” Or the other three attempts on her life. “I really need to get out
of town.” But she loved her home, loved Tucson.
Shayna slapped her thighs. “I know. My sister has a friend whose husband runs the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort outside of town. Maybe you could hide there until the Tucson police find Phil.” She waved a hand. “Or whoever shot at you.”
Larissa polished off her drink. She closed her eyes and let the wine trickle down her throat. “I guess I could take my two-week vacation. It probably would be good for me to spend some time lounging by a pool instead of looking over my shoulder every time I go out.” Her muscles ached from all the tension in the last week. “Does this resort give massages?” Her attempt to smile failed.
Her friend chuckled. God, the sound was music to her ears.
“They do everything. Manicures, pedicures. And fantasies.”
Her eyes popped open. “Fantasies?” A small laugh escaped. “My only fantasy is to see Phil fry.”
“I don’t think they can help you there. From what my sister told me, women pay a lot of money to have their wildest fantasies fulfilled. Unfortunately, sex is forbidden.”
“Well, then it’s no fantasy place.” She laughed.
“You’d be surprised what really hot men can do without penetration.”
“Shayna!” In truth, she was happy to get her mind off her immediate problems and didn’t mind hearing about other people’s fulfillments. “If there’s no sex, what do they do?”
Shayna shrugged. “One lady wanted a Playboy shoot. Three men got her naked and photographed every intimate part of her body. She loved it so much, she ended up marrying them.”
“Whoa. Not what I thought you were going to say. She married all three?”
“Yep.”
“That’s not legal.”
Her friend shrugged again. “Works for them, apparently.”
Larissa shivered. “I can’t imagine being married to three men. How could a woman survive having to perform all the time?”
Shayna lightly tapped Larissa’s thigh. “Listen to you. You do need to get out more. Sex is not about performing. My God. Sex is wonderful. It’s something you dream about, want, desire, and definitely need.”
“I’ll believe it when it happens to me. Tell me another fantasy.” Anything to get off the subject of being frigid.
“Fine. Keep your head in the sand.” She smiled warmly. “Okay, another woman had intimate massages and realized she loved sex toys. Apparently, there are some wild new devices out there that the resort has access to.” She stroked her chin and raised a brow. “Now that’s something you ought to try.”
“Sex toys?”
“In the four years I’ve known you, how many dates have you had?”
She didn’t need to go into that sore subject again. “You know why I don’t date.”
“You can’t judge one man by that asshole.”
“When Phil’s caught and convicted, I’ll think about giving a man a chance, but he’ll have to be as different from Phil as I can get. No more good-looking, smooth-talking men who want to control me.”
Shayna rubbed the back of Larissa’s hand. “You’re too smart to fall for someone like him again. You’re not eighteen and running away from home.”
“Right.” A small sense of empowerment embraced her.
“Just make sure you don’t let your fear of getting hurt again stop you from looking for love.”
Her stomach clenched, and the familiar shivers crawled up her spine. She didn’t want to let her past mess with her. Only it always did. What would it take to erase the hurt? “Thank you, Dr. Phil.” This time she did smile. “I’ll try.”
Shayna got up and helped herself to another glass. Since she promised to stay the night to “protect” Larissa, she couldn’t complain if her friend got a little tipsy.
“So will you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Hide at the resort? You know your boss will be okay with it.”
“I know. He told me to take as much time as I needed. I can work from anywhere. I just won’t be able to do any trial work.”
Shayna smiled. “There you go. So what will be your fantasy?”
She held up a hand. “No fantasy. I’d be there to hide, that’s all. Let’s see if your sister’s friend’s husband even has room. Since I’ll be a paying guest, I want to be left alone.”
“You got it.”
* * * *
Larissa hadn’t slept in days, and the deprivation was taking a toll on her thinking process. She wasn’t sure going to some fantasy resort was the best option, but she was well aware staying in town would be worse. Now that Dana had been released from the hospital and Shayna had promised to visit their friend every day, Larissa felt less guilty about leaving.
From pressure at work to pressure from both Dana and Shayna to get away, Larissa caved and decided to head east to this friend’s resort. She wasn’t sure what she needed in the ways of clothes, so she threw in a couple pairs of shorts, a bathing suit, some jeans, and one dressy dress. She told her neighbor she was flying to New York to visit a friend in case Phil should come looking for her.
The forty-five-minute drive actually helped relax her. Just knowing she was getting out of Dodge lifted a huge weight off her shoulders.
The Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort sat halfway up Catalina Mountain and was easy to find since there was only one road in and one road out, albeit a twisty one. Tall, white columns flanked the entryway, and the large circular drive bordered a three-tiered fountain that spewed water a couple of feet high. But it was the lush foliage that gave the place a sense of relaxation. Maybe this was just what she needed.
She parked on the side, grabbed her gear, and headed inside. To avoid Phil finding her, she brought cash to pay for her stay. Good thing the resort asked for her first name only. Anonymity seemed to be their style.
A tall, thin woman approached her. “Hi. I’m Sharon. You must be Larissa.”
So much for hiding and no one learning her name. Right now, all that mattered was a bed and a little bit of quiet time. “Yes.”
“Since your presence here is a little out of the ordinary, Rod, the owner, would like to speak with you.”
“Good.” They understood fantasy was not part of the package.
After walking through a well-appointed foyer, the woman knocked on a large wooden entranceway.
A handsome man pulled open the door and smiled. “You must be the friend of a friend of my wife’s.”
“Yes.” He was obscenely good-looking and suave, but he exuded an aura of calm, which she liked.
He motioned she take a seat across the desk from him. Next to his computer sat a five-by-seven picture of a beautiful woman holding a baby. “Is that your wife?” She’d be the friend of Shayna’s sister.
“Yes. She’s with our daughter, Ann. In fact, Jillian is expecting again in six months.”
“I’m happy for you.” She couldn’t help but notice the second picture had three men with a thin-looking Jillian sandwiched between them. One was the owner. Her mind shot to the multiple marriage idea but immediately dismissed it.
He leaned back in his chair. “Shayna explained everything to me about your dire situation. I will assign two bodyguards to be with you on a rotating basis. We don’t want you to be alone at any time.”
She wasn’t sure she could handle having someone hover, even if it would afford her peace of mind. “Constant supervision won’t be necessary. I don’t think Phil will link me to this place.”
He looked up from his desk, his chin lowered, eyes raised. “This wasn’t a suggestion. Here at the resort, we believe in protecting our women. We’ll spare no expense to do so.”
“Oh.” She wondered how much this was going to cost her, but she understood very well that one couldn’t put a price tag on safety.
“There is one stipulation.”
Here it comes.
“In order for you to blend in with the rest of the clientele, you’re going to need a fantasy and participate fully.”
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nbsp; Her stomach clenched. She wasn’t in the mood to interact with anyone. Her lawyer-self formulated an excuse. “Won’t it be hard to have a fantasy with a bodyguard standing watch?” While her voice came out calm, her hands shook. Even though sex wasn’t part of any package, just thinking about it would only highlight what she hadn’t had in so many years.
Rod chuckled. “I was thinking my men could handle any fantasy you come up with.”
She shook her head. “I’ve got too much on my mind to deal with such a distraction.” While her excuse might sound lame to Rod, it held a great deal of truth.
“Let’s do this. I’ll speak with Chase and Tom and see if they can create something that will make it appear to others you’re living out a fantasy but still keep you in your comfort zone.” He leaned back and seemed to soak her in as if he could see right through her. “Chase is an amazing artist. I’m thinking he’ll want to paint you.”
The tension in her shoulders lessened. Maybe she could sit by the pool, soak up the sun, and read a book while he did her portrait. “That sounds doable.”
He held up a finger. “But to make this work, you have to do everything Chase and Tom say. And no arguing. They are here for your best interest. Specifically, they are here for your safety.”
“I promise to never leave their side. Trust me. I have no intentions of sneaking out.” She tossed out a laugh, but she was pretty sure he could tell she was faking it.
“Remember, once you’re in your room, please stay there until one of the men arrives.”
“No problem.”
“As for your payment, my wife told me before you became a prosecutor you used to do sexual harassment law.”
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