JustOneTaste by Sami Lee Read Free Book Online Page B

came here to see you—you know
that.”
    “No. David Genero the wine producer I was not expecting. I
thought you were somebody else and you know it. How did you know that
I’d…”
    He jumped in when she hesitated. “You’d what?”
    “Arranged a date. That a man was to meet me here at the
hotel.”
    “Sarah, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “You pretended to be him—my date. All so you could… What are
you planning to do? Blackmail me?”
    “Hang on one damn minute. Blackmail? What kind of crazy soap
opera plot do you think this is?”
    Dropping his feet over the side of the mattress, David shot
out of bed. The way Sarah’s gaze flashed over his body reminded him he was
nude, his cock semirigid from the dream she’d interrupted. He’d rather not get
dressed. Continuing the activities they’d devoted half the night to would be
the preferable outcome, but it was pretty obvious that wasn’t going to happen.
David found his boxers on the floor and slipped them on.
    “Sarah, give me a break. I just woke up and I have no idea
why you’re being like this.”
    “It’s a mystery why I’m annoyed that you pretended to be
someone you weren’t?”
    “I didn’t . You know who I am, I’m David.”
    “David Genero . Not David…” She frowned, making David
wonder if she even had this other David’s last name. She can’t have met him
before, if she’d assumed he was him.
    “Were you supposed to be on some kind of blind date?” The
notion was downright ridiculous. A woman as desirable as Sarah didn’t need to
be set up.
    “I don’t know why this was easier to accept when I thought
you’d screwed me for money.” She muttered the words almost to herself, running
her hands up and down her arms as if she were cold. “But at least then I
understood what was going on. This is so sinister and deceitful, so vile .”
She aimed a glare at him, emphasizing that last descriptor.
    David took offense, his confusion morphing into irritation.
“I didn’t screw you for money. I’d never do that.”
    “No, but you’d do it to sell more of your wine. And perhaps
a little extra on the side to keep quiet about Sarah Harrington’s bedroom
activities, the fact she had to pay someone just to get laid. That’d be a juicy
tidbit for the papers, wouldn’t it?”
    A coldness swept over David, his body finally responding to
the chill in Sarah’s voice, the contemptuous accusations. It numbed him, the
cold, made his voice sound as though it came from far away. And to think he
hadn’t been able to picture her reduced to going on a simple blind date. “Sarah,
did you hire a…male prostitute?”
    She tilted her chin. “I believe the preferred term is
escort.”
    David stared at her, grappling with the concept. “Dear God,
why?”
    “I should think that’s obvious,” she seethed. “Not that it’s
any of your business.”
    David couldn’t stifle the humorless laugh that barked from
his mouth. “You thought I was him?”
    Oh, that was priceless. Him, a paid stud? She had to be
kidding. He was an average Joe…or average Dave as the case may be. Guys at his
station in life might occasionally pay for it—not that David ever had—but never
the other way around.
    “You’re laughing at me?” Her query was flat, stripped of all
emotion. David wasn’t fooled. She crossed her arms over her chest, her
shoulders hunching, her body virtually curling in on herself. She took a few
steps backward and it was that retreat that told David he’d hurt her
immeasurably.
    “Not at you—at me,” he explained. “The thought of me doing
that.”
    Of any woman, especially one as stunning as Sarah, paying
him for his expertise. What another outrageous idea. He’d jumped her bones like
a drunk footy player on an end-of-season trip. He’d hardly been accomplished or
seductive. Hadn’t she been able to tell he was no expert?
    “So you think you’re above it?” She stood straighter, some
of her pride bouncing back.