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become her. He was there to meet her. Forget Nicole, who was about as sweet and
cuddly as a viper.
He had to see her again. Pretty Bethany. What the hell was her last name?
Probably could just go back to the salon, but he knew she'd been uncomfortable
being hit on there. He'd have to figure out where she lived and go there.
Nicole was in the bathroom. For a woman who didn't like foreplay, she spent
a whole hell of a lot of time getting ready to make love.
He wasn't worried about her coming out while he made a call or two to find
out more about that sweet thing who owned the salon. Nicole spent at least an
hour getting ready, and it'd only been thirty-five minutes.
At the salon, she'd noticed him coming on to Bethany, but she hadn't said
anything. She wasn't the jealous type, another disadvantage. He liked to feel
coveted by a woman, though he'd never wanted to covet one of his own.
Finding out more about a woman--he'd done it often, and Travis, his lawyer,
was usually the guy he called.
"Rod, I'm not a private detective," was the expected disclaimer Travis gave
him.
"Come on, you know Stevens Point better than anybody. You can find out
about her easily. She owns a salon called Beauty by Bethany. That's her first
name."
"That's all you know about her?"
It was more than he usually had for Travis to work with. "Yeah. I just need
to know her last name, her phone number and address. I can find out the rest
from her."
Travis sighed loudly through the telephone line. "All right. I'll try to
get back to you tomorrow."
He hung up, grabbed a motorcycle magazine, and laid back on the bed. He
owned a successful bike shop with two friends. He'd taken the afternoon off
because Nicole asked. Now he wasn't so sure it was a good idea.
Nicole came out of the bathroom a while later, wearing only string bikini,
stockings and garter, and a shelf bra. His first thought was, Oh baby, what's
the point of that? Nice breasts, even displayed like that, were no good if they
didn't do anything.
She crawled up on the bed with her incredible body, and he thought of
sweet, sexy Bethany. He might be making love to her tomorrow.
"I'm not in the mood, Nicole," he said when she ran her hands up his
leather-clad legs toward what she'd dubbed his "love gun."
"What do you mean you're not in the mood? You were in the mood when we got
here."
Of course he was. He'd been imagining what that honey at the salon looked
like without her clothes.
She sat up on her knees and looked at him hard. "What the hell is this?"
she asked with her teeth clenched slightly.
"We didn't go into this expecting more than a couple hits."
Her dark eyes narrowed. He couldn't believe that she wanted any more than
he did. Nicole was street smart. She dealt with aces and eights, not hearts.
"You bastard. Are you telling me. . . Oh hell." She pushed herself off the
bed and went to her closet. As she yanked on a pair of skintight spandex pants,
she said, "It's that little blond bimbo at the salon, isn't it? You think you
can have a little cherry like that? She wouldn't even know the chastity belt's