Instruction in Seduction by Judy Jarvie Read Free Book Online

suffering the insomnia? Why don’t you take those herbal tablets I bought you?”
    “Yes, I’ll take them, I promised didn’t I? I think I’ll turn in now,” he heard her stifle a yawn. “Glad you enjoyed it. Night Nick. Thanks for booking the hotel as a surprise for me.”
    Sally’s line clicked and she was gone.
    As much as Nick loved his sister, he’d given up a night of sensual hedonistic pleasure with the woman of his fantasies for a three response conversation.
    But at least Sally wasn’t swinging from the ceiling in grief. At least she’d had one of the best hotels in Edinburgh to make up for having the worst husband in the world walk out on her. And at least she’d have a newly decorated apartment to return to; one that wouldn’t be so full of memories of the past.
    Nick replaced the handset then fired up his laptop and sent an email for Jake for the morning. An email was already in his inbox – Dad. Happy New Year. I miss u lots. Beat Mark @ pool. He’s not as good as you, Jake
    Nick felt jolted by the realisation of missing him. And he was privately glad he was better at something than Mark.
    Nick undressed quickly then jumped into the shower which even boasted an in-shower TV. He let the images lull him into submission. Until something pulled his attention right to the screen.
    Long look-back legs. A skirt that left little to the imagination. A blouse that did everything to encourage a second glance. Red hair: loose, fiery. And the come to bed looks of a siren.
    His shower suddenly felt hotter than the Sahara.
    Finding enough oxygen to breathe became a challenge. Wow.
    “Why not get as comfortable as I am?” asked Ailsa. Lips glossed and glistening; lips he’d kissed that night. He groaned.
    “Oh no.” Nick turned the screen off as primal arousal caused him personal discomfort.
    He had the luxurious suite, the Super King Jacuzzi, the bed the size of Loch Ness and nothing more than a TV date.
    “Sweet dreams,” Nick whispered. “Tomorrow Ailsa, you’ve got yourself a date. And this one won’t be a wash out.”
    ***
    “Hello, this is Nick. I’m calling to invite you out to dinner and I’ve taken the liberty of making reservations.”
    When Nick called the next day, as promised, Ailsa’s nerve endings did sexy jazz tap moves as she clutched the phone and endeavoured to sound cool.
    He’d said he’d call. Why hadn’t she believed him?
    Why had she thought it was a line?
    “Sure of yourself aren’t you?” she said, keeping her smile under-wraps and out of her voice. Surely she should still be mad with him, right?
    “I’m not a man who takes no for an answer. Plus I happen to be pulling out those stops as promised,” he added. Tone sexy as finest Swiss chocolate ganache supped from a solid gold spoon.
    “Not sure I can risk it. You blow hot and cold on me, Mr Palmer.”
    “But tonight will be different,” he answered in dulcet tones. “We’ll have dinner, room service. Spend some quality time. Enticement, flirtation, maybe sizzle?”
    His voice alone could have been triple X rated, sexy and deep. Assuring her that he was still keen and ready. Already her pulse was jack-hammering.
    “Have you received your special delivery yet?” he probed.
    “What?” Ailsa was puzzled. She’d no idea what he was talking about.
    “It should be outside your front door right about now.”
    As if on cue the doorbell chimed. Her heart upped tempo.
    “You’ll have to give me a moment.”
    “Take all the time you need.” She detected the smile in Nick’s voice; Ailsa put down the phone and answered the door.
    She found a delivery boy wearing a hotel livery suit. He thrust forward a large black and scarlet polka dot box and asked her to sign his gadget. The box was tied with an uber shiny scarlet bow. Once inside the flat she opened it only to find a massive silver helium balloon inside. Its calligraphy script invited – Tonight at 8pm – Be Ready To Rock!
    Nestled within the silver and