Fire & Desire (Hero Series) by Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont Read Free Book Online Page A

mind, she saw herself and Trevor re-enacting the part. It
had become so vivid and real—her panties were beyond wet. She didn’t have to
fantasize what Trevor could do; she knew the skills he possessed with
crystallized water.
    Mercifully, the music finally ended, and Tiffany knew escape was
in sight.
    The dancer placed the charmed Charmagne back in her seat and
exited the room, leaving enraptured women in his wake.
    “Wow,” Josephine sighed. Josephine’s articulation ability seemed
to leave her, like the rest of the women in the room, who remained quiet and
still.
    Tiffany watched as Josephine left the room fanning herself. When
she returned with the bowl of fruit for the next act, Tiffany had finally
regained a minuscule amount of composure.
    She knew the same could not be said about her senses.
    “I’m not feeling very well. My head is starting to throb. I think
I’m going to take something for it and sit the last show out.” For effect,
Tiffany pressed her fingers against her temple and rubbed in a circular motion.
    As she prepared to leave the room, relief settled over her. If
Josephine thought it peculiar how she was acting, her friend kept her opinion
to herself.
     “I understand. You didn’t eat much today. Why don’t you take some
of this fruit with you, so you won’t take that medicine on an empty stomach?
I’ll come and get you when the
    show is over.” Josephine gave her a small smile.
    Tiffany used the excuse of grabbing a banana and an apple from the
bowl as a reason not to meet her friend’s eyes. “Thanks, Jo, I’m probably going
to just take a Tylenol and look over the plans for next week’s fundraiser.”
    “No problem.”
    “Tiff,” Josephine called.
    Tiffany turned and looked at her friend.
    “You don’t have to cover with me. I know this is not your thing.
Las Vegas…” her words drifted for a moment. “I think it was too much for you.”
Josephine’s eyes, clear and piercing, held awareness in them.
    You have no idea . Without elaborating, Tiffany gave her friend a small smile,
retrieved her briefcase from the coat closet and exited the room with a cloud
of guilt hanging over her. She knew there was no way for her to watch the next
act without making a fool of herself somehow.
    After her reaction to the last set, she didn’t trust herself.
    Watching the dancer mimic Trevor’s act just reaffirmed that
everything that happened between her and Trevor was just a game to him—all part
of his show.
    Something they probably learned in an erotic dance class. Tiffany entered the
family room and closed the double doors behind her. The room was one of her
favorites in the house, decorated with white plush carpet and rose and ivy
print furniture. Even though her father lived and spent most of his time at the
Governor’s Mansion in Richmond, it was the one room she and her father used for
family holiday gatherings. Tiffany divided her time between both, but lately, she’d
found herself staying at the family home more often. She liked to keep herself
separated from the intricate political aspects of her father’s career. Politics
had never truly interested her.
    Coordination was her passion in life.
    After her mother’s passing, Tiffany and her father promised each
other they would still keep the traditions her mother had set at this house.
    Tiffany placed everything on the table with the exception of the
banana and walked over to the fireplace. She needed time to get her thoughts
together. Josephine was right; she hadn’t eaten anything all day. Pins and
needles. Her senses had been going haywire even though she knew Trevor was not
coming.
    She removed the yellow peel from the fruit. As she placed her
mouth around the slender, curved fruit, her imagination conjured up an image of
something long, warm, sleek and hard.
    Little tremors of heat ran through her body at the thought.
    Quickly, she pitched the deceptive food into the trash, chastising
herself for the vision and praying it