Pleasure With Purpose by Lisa Renée Jones Read Free Book Online Page A

tugging the knot on his tie loose, his jacket long ago discarded. It was a warm Texas night, and they were going to walk to the little Italian place on the corner she loved so much. It had become their Friday night ritual several weeks back–one of many little rituals, things he’d certainly done with women in the past, but more out of expectation than enjoyment.
     
    He enjoyed every second he spent with Heather. But this Friday night was different, she just didn’t know it yet. He had big plans, and those plans included convincing her it was time to "come out of the proverbial closet" with Brenda, so they could take their relationship to a new level. That meant he had to convince her she wasn’t going to lose him, or Brenda when she found out about them.
     
    He found Heather in the dressing area, her back to him, the figure-hugging red dress she wore, molded to her sexy round backside. Even sexier was knowing she wore the dress for him, which he knew because she’d told him on the phone a few hours ago.
     
    “ Please tell me you either have a pair of those red ones on or you have none on.” He leaned against the doorframe, noting the handful of panties she had in her hand.
     
    She whirled around to smile at him, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’ll have to buy me dinner to find out.” She hung the underwear on a rack, and he pushed off the wall and stalked toward her.
     
    “ Show me now,” he said, wrapping her in his arms and inhaling the jasmine scent of her.
     
    Her eyes went wide, the prim little girl he knew and loved, showing itself as she objected, “The stores not locked up. Someone could come in.”
     
    “ I’ll never be able to enjoy dinner without knowing.” He walked her backwards, toward a changing room.
     
    “ I’m not showing you my panties before dinner.”
     
    He inched her closer to a room. “So you do have on panties?”
     
    “ You aren’t tricking me into telling you.” He eased her into the room, against a wall. He reached for the hem of her dress. She held it down. “No Brad. Someone could come in.”
     
    “ We’ll close the door.” He shut it, and the action distracted her enough for him to slide his hands under her skirt and around her bare backside. “Thong or…?”
     
    “ Hello! Heather?”
     
    “ Oh my God!” Heather whispered. “That’s Brenda!” Her fingers curled around his shirt. “What are we going to do?”
     
    His sister really was the queen of bad timing, but he’d just as soon deal with this now.
     
    “ Hello?” Brenda called, now clearly in the changing area.
     
    Heather held her finger up urgently, willing Brad to silence.
     
    “ I’m scared,” Brenda said, and Brad had no doubt who she was talking to "Doctor Dan" as Heather called him. Brenda and Dan had been as inseparable as he and Heather had been since Rebecca’s wedding. “What if something happened to her? Maybe we should call the police?”
     
    Heather’s eyes went wide and she pushed Brad away from her, waving for him to stay inside. She shoved open the door. “I’m here! Sorry. I was trying on a few things. Hi Dan. What are you two up to tonight?”
     
    Brad leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, trying not to laugh. He knew his sister. Brenda was going to figure out someone was in the dressing room.
     
    And all too quickly, he heard, “I should ask you the same thing,” Brenda commented. “Considering the lipstick smudged all over your chin." She laughed. “Oh do please bring out the hot man from the dressing room, and let us meet him.”
     
    “ There’s no man in the dressing room.”
     
    “ Liar,” Brenda said, and Brad had already straightened in anticipation, when Heather yelled, “Brenda, no!”
     
    The door pushed open, and Brenda appeared, bringing him into view. “Bradley!” A second of shock turned to more laughter. “I was right, Dan! It’s Bradley!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the room where he