Her Secret Thrill

by Donna Kauffman

  “As for Conrad, yeah, he’s still around.”

  “Almost two weeks. A record for you, Liza,” she teased. “Better watch out, you’re rushing headlong into what others might actually describe as a relationship.”

  Liza wasn’t offended. In fact, she laughed. “Never fear, honey. You know I get bored easily. And with all these luscious men out here? Why waste them on the young and naive, when I’m available?”

  Natalie laughed along with her, but privately she felt the same twinge of worry she always did when her friend talked like that. Of course, since her morning with Jake, she had no right to talk. In fact, she’d privately wondered if maybe she shouldn’t be more like her best friend, more cavalier about life and love and having a good time. After all, how many times had Liza tried to pound it into her that they were only young once? And Liza intended to stay that way as long as possible. Of course, the secret to her fountain of youth was usually about six-two and built like a billboard model. In fact, he usually was a model.

  “I keep telling you to come out here and ply your legal-eagle trade. I could teach you how to have a good time.”

  Natalie had heard this too many times to count. But she liked the energy of New York. And, like it or not, being here made it easier to make the obligatory trips home when absolutely necessary. Which was far more often than she liked.

  “Well, with the way you go through men, there’s hardly any left for me, anyway,” she joked.

  “Oh, sweetie, they come in daily. By the busloads. Trust me. Hey! You want me to set you up for Friday?”

  “No!” Natalie cleared her throat. “I mean, I’ll be happy if I don’t look like a whipped puppy. The pressure of a blind date would kill me. Okay?”

  There was a telling pause.

  “Promise me, Liza. If I even think you’ll pull a fast one—”

  Liza laughed gaily. “Oh, but, sweetie, the fast ones are the most fun!”

  Natalie wondered what her friend would say if she told her just how fast she’d been at Liza’s last party. “Thanks, but no thanks. Swear?”

  “Swear. But all work and no play—”

  “Makes Natalie a successful, if lonely, attorney. Now go play with Conrad, and I’ll see you Friday.”

  She hung up smiling, glad she’d called. She was in a much better mood. She only whimpered a little when she looked at the cardboard box full of files she had to go through tonight. “All work and no play.” She sighed. “That’s me.”

  You could play with Jake. All day Saturday. Or whatever part of it he’s free, her subconscious taunted her. In a little more then seventy-two hours you could be sweaty, naked and having multiple orgasms.

  She resolutely ignored her body’s lurching response to that idea and punched her speed dial for the nearby Chinese takeout. “I’ll show them I know how to live.” Tonight she’d order Peking duck instead of her usual moo-shu pork. With extra plum sauce. So there.

  Coming, again and again, while he pounds into you like a—

  And just for good measure, while she was out, maybe she’d better pick up some extra batteries for her vibrator.

  6

  NATALIE STARED at the one outfit she’d brought for Liza’s party and found herself wishing she’d opted for something less…clingy. She’d worn “clingy” the last time she’d gone to one of Liza’s shindigs, and look where that had landed her.

  She snatched the silky, ruby-red dress off the hanger and slid it over her head. It felt like sin sliding over her skin. She told herself it was the extreme fatigue that made her skin feel the way it did, overly sensitized to every little touch or caress. Well, anyone would be edgy after two days of brain-frying debate, she told herself. She allowed herself a private little victory smile as she stepped into her heels. Even Harwood would be impressed with the results she’d gotten today.

  “Now it’s time to party!” She ducked into the bathroom and checked her makeup one last time. Not her best, but at least two degrees better than the whipped-puppy look she’d been sporting earlier, so she was happy enough.

  She managed to not think about Jake all the way to the lobby—only a five-minute trip total, but it was a start. Then she passed the concierge desk and paused. Again. As she had every time she’d passed it during her stay. And once again she wondered if she should leave a message at Jake’s hotel. She’d resisted every other time. But now she was less than twenty-four hours from leaving the city. The city he was in. Who knew when their paths might cross again? Although, if by some miracle Liza kept seeing Conrad, it could happen, and when Natalie least expected it.

  Maybe it was best if they met under her terms. With such a short time before her departure, it was unlikely he’d have time for anything more than coffee. And the more she thought about it, that might be the perfect end point for her little escapade with him.

  If she saw him this one last time, she would be able to put this whole thing in its proper perspective and stop fantasizing about the guy every other minute. After all, the last time she had seen him he’d been sprawled in bed wearing nothing more than a sexy grin. Maybe she just needed to see him out in public, clothes on. Sexy grin optional.

  So what if the one and only time she’d seen him they’d ended up having wild passionate sex…wild passionate sex he’d asked her to have again. Certainly she could manage one innocent little cup of closure coffee without succumbing to her baser urges again. Baser urges she hadn’t even known she’d had until—

  “Oh, for heaven’s sake.” She marched up to the concierge and snatched a piece of paper, scribbling her note before she lost her nerve.

  Dear Jake. I’m in town briefly and wondered if you’d like to meet me for a quick hello and a cup of coffee at my hotel tomorrow afternoon. Best, Natalie

  She folded the note, wrote the name of the hotel and his name on the front, and slid it across the counter. The concierge barely had his fingers on the edges when she slid it back again. “Wait a minute.” She read the note over and wrote a new one, scratching out the word quick. Too close to quickie. She also changed the part about meeting at her hotel. Or any hotel. Best not to tempt fate by having available beds too close at hand. She ignored the fact that that hadn’t stopped them last time, and shoved the new note across the desk. “Can you deliver this tonight?”

  He nodded, and she slid him a tip for his trouble, then left the hotel with very damp palms and…well, damp everything. “It’s only coffee,” she murmured as she got into her cab. He might not even respond to her note.

  “OH GOD,” she whispered under her breath when she returned from Liza’s several hours later to find the message light blinking on her phone. Jake. It had to be. She picked up the phone with shaky hands, then put it back down again. She wasn’t sure she was ready to hear his voice. Even recorded. She didn’t know what she’d expected. A note at the lobby desk? She wondered if he’d wondered why she hadn’t called him directly. Oh, this was ridiculous. “Just pick it up and get his message already.”

  She stared at the blinking phone. What if he turned her down? Or worse, what if he sounded like a total dork or a jerk, and now she’d have to have coffee with him? Maybe it had been the night and the party and the wine she’d had that had made him seem so sexy and wonderful.

  “Get over yourself and do this.” She could always cancel, saying her flight had been moved up. Okay, she was ready now. Escape hatch firmly in place. Palms…and other parts damp, she picked up the receiver and punched in the numbers to get her messages. There was only one. She pushed the button to hear it.

  “Natalie.”

  “Oh God.” The first word, and she’d already clenched so hard she almost came right then. This was not a good sign.

  “I’ve been thinking about you, hoping you’d find the nerve to call me.”

  She bristled. Both at the amused little note in his voice and the nerve he had in even suggesting, after what she’d done with him after only knowing him mere hours, that she lacked nerve of any kind. She conveniently
ignored the fact that it had taken her two full days here to finally send the note at all.

  “There’s a little place off Melrose that makes the most incredible oatmeal.”

  “Oatmeal?” She laughed. “So much for a repeat of our last romantic rendezvous.” Not that she’d wanted one, she quickly added. But oatmeal? No one planned a seduction with an invitation for oatmeal. She should be relieved. Despite his teasing, he’d apparently drawn the same conclusion she had. Once had been wild and crazy, twice would only be asking for trouble.

  “I have a ten-thirty meeting, so if you don’t mind an early hour, meet me at Aunt Sue’s at eight. Just leave a message at the hotel if you can’t make it.”

  There was a pause, and Natalie had her finger on the erase button…well, maybe it was hovering over the replay button—damn his voice was just as sexy as she remembered—but then he said something else and her hand fell limply back to her lap.

  “If you have to turn me down, could you please leave a voice message?” A short pause followed by a self-deprecating chuckle, then, “I just want to know for sure if you sound as good as I remember.”

  Natalie sighed. The man gave good phone message, no doubt about it. Oatmeal and all.

  “Don’t chicken out.”

  She was still huffing in disbelief as the click ended the call and the message. Chicken out? She’d never once thought it. Her escape plan had strictly been protection against discovering that her memory of him had been tainted by passion.

  It hadn’t been tainted.

  “Chicken out,” she grumbled. “I’m a Holcomb. We never chicken out.”

  AUNT SUE’S turned out to be a really tiny little restaurant crammed in between a bunch of tony shops just off Melrose. It was all white clapboard and gingerbread trim, but somehow managed to fit in. Very “Hansel and Gretel Do L.A.,” she decided, then took a deep breath and went inside.

  She had no idea if the storybook decor on the outside matched the inside. In fact, if asked her name that very moment, she’d likely have drawn a blank. There he is was all she could think. Only the back of his head was visible to her, but she knew that head. Intimately.

  “Okay, no thinking about…you know,” she schooled herself, as she had all the way there. It hadn’t worked then and it sure as hell wasn’t working now.

  As if he sensed her arrival, he turned and saw her just as she…well, she certainly hadn’t been turning back to the door. She’d merely been looking for a waitress…or something.

  Then he stood and smiled, and she forgot what was left of everything she’d ever known.

  “Natalie.”

  God, he was perfect. Gorgeous as all get-out—and that voice, that hint of a drawl. It was all good and just as she remembered it. Maybe even better.

  “Jake.” Damn, she sounded way too breathless. Not good. She held out her hand, just in case he was planning on hugging her. Hugging him would be total sensory overload. She wasn’t even certain she’d make it through the handshake without a telltale little moan slipping past her lips.

  She should never have done this. But then she caught the twinkle in his eye, as if he’d noted her slight hesitation in actually taking his hand. Don’t chicken out.

  Hardly.

  She took his hand in a firm shake, as she would that of any worthy boardroom opponent, and promptly let it go. Good, good. Except, just feeling those thick fingers brush over hers had soaked her panties. Wham, just like that.

  She moved past, careful not to touch him, and slid into the booth. As he sat back down, she quickly opened her menu and glanced over the colorful words in front of her, not seeing any of them. Well, it wasn’t every day she had breakfast with a guy she’d spent a wild night with. In fact, it wasn’t any day she did this.

  She smiled brightly, still not looking directly at him. She could pull this off. Then get the hell out of here before she did something really stupid. Like end up in bed with him again. Only problem was, at the moment she was hard-pressed to remember exactly why sex with this man—phenomenal sex, if memory served, and she knew damn well it did—was a stupid thing.

  “So, they make great oatmeal here, huh?” She dared a quick glance. “Not exactly your normal business breakfast spot.” Although a quick look around proved her wrong. The place was packed, and most of the men and women were in suits.

  “I found this place a few years ago. I think a lot of us miss that good bowl of stick-to-your-ribs oatmeal our moms used to make us.”

  Natalie laughed. “My mother never made me a bowl of oatmeal.” Her mother would have had the cook do it for her. Except, oatmeal would never have graced the Holcomb table when something more elegant would look ever so much lovelier in the everyday china. “The only time I had it was in boarding school, and then only when I had no choice.”

  “Well, you’ll never think about oatmeal the same way after you taste this.”

  Natalie sighed in relief that he hadn’t picked up on her unintentional revelation and questioned her about her family. Now she did focus on the menu. “Who knew there were so many varieties?”

  Jake gently lowered her menu, forcing her to look at him. It wasn’t hard at all. The problem was…stopping.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of ordering for us.”

  A part of her was a bit put off by his take-charge action. But it was a really tiny part. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d pinned her hands to the bed and taken charge of her then, how he’d made her hold onto the headboard while he took even more delicious charge of her.

  “No.” She had to stop and clear her suddenly dry throat. “I don’t mind.” Not then, not now.

  Just then a waitress popped up and took her drink order, and was back in a blink with tea and juice. “Your tray should be out shortly.” Jake smiled and winked at the older woman, who saucily winked right back at him. “I’ll hurry it up, sugar,” she said.

  Natalie bit back a smile, but Jake caught it.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Just leave it to you to find the one Southern belle in all of L.A.”

  His eyes widened. “What did I do?”

  “You’re a natural flirt.”

  His grin didn’t deny the charge. “I’m just friendly.”

  Boy, are you ever, Natalie wanted to say.

  “Besides, she’s old enough to be my mother.”

  “I’m guessing here, but something tells me age is generally not a deterrent to you. Or to the women in question.”

  “Well, in general, you would be right.” He glanced at the waitress who was surreptitiously straightening her apron over her matronly girth. Jake nodded when she looked his way, sending a blush clear up to her teased-tight bun. He looked back to Natalie. “It’s not about age, it’s about attitude.”

  Natalie sipped her tea and thought about that. “I suppose you’re right.” She was attracted to good looks—who wouldn’t be?—but she’d dated her fair share of average-looking men. Attitude did have a lot to do with attraction.

  “Wheels are turning up there.”

  She laughed and put her mug down. “You make me think about things in ways I generally don’t.” See, they could talk and it didn’t have to be about sex.

  “If I recall, we both discovered some new things about ourselves the last time we saw each other.”

  Okay. So it was about sex. She was saved from responding by the arrival of their food.

  “My God, Jake, how much did you order?”

  The server, a young man this time, was steadily setting out bowls of various things. There was brown sugar, confectioner’s sugar, raisins, dates, various nuts, fresh strawberries, shredded coconut, granola, blueberries, chocolate chips and…she lost track at that point. Their waitress followed with two flat bowls full of steaming, thick, creamy porridge.

  “Enjoy,” she said.

  Natalie had to admit, it looked wonderful. “Thank you, I’m sure we will.” Of course, the waitress wasn’t looking at Natalie, but she nodde
d and sent an absent smile her way as she took one last longing look at Jake.

  When they were alone, Natalie looked at the bounty before her and said, “I don’t even know where to begin.”

  “I know. Amazing, isn’t it.”

  “You know, if our family cook had known such a presentation could be made out of oatmeal, we might have served it, after all.” She quickly clamped her mouth shut, but Jake merely smiled at her and began sorting through dishes with the spoon provided in each one.

  That made her pause. He didn’t push her about her private life. Maybe he had no interest in it. Maybe he was only interested in her for one thing. She should be insulted. But she wasn’t. She was relieved. Hadn’t he said that if they were to continue doing…what they’d done before, that there would be no outside world intrusions? When they were together it would just be about them exploring each other, and themselves…and nothing else?

  She was finding herself entranced with the very idea that she actually could do that. Actually take time away from everything and do this just for herself. No denying it was exciting, enticing even. But could they really sustain it?

  She watched him pop a plump blueberry in his mouth and sigh as he ate it. Yeah, she thought, I might be able to watch him eat for, oh, another ten or twenty years at least.

  Of course, he’d said nothing about his proposition. Maybe he’d changed his mind.

  “Here—”

  Her attention was jerked away from the bowl she’d been mindlessly stirring, her thoughts stirring right along with it. When she looked up, she found him offering her a strawberry.

  She went to take it with her fingers, but he shook his head. “Wait.” He rubbed it on his own lips, then dipped it in the confectioner’s sugar. “Now taste it.”

  He held it closer, intending her to take it from his fingers right into her mouth. In the middle of a restaurant. Anyone watching this little interaction would assume they were not having a business breakfast.