By Loc Glin
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,305 words
Categories: Erotic Contemporary Romance (MF), HEA
Jennifer Hartstrum has trouble with men. Her relationship with an abusive father left her with a speech impediment that flares up only when she dates. Her friend talks her into trying an exciting new dating experience, the Anonymous Club, a place where a date is an adventure and fantasies can come true. One must choose an alias, and anonymity is guaranteed.
Andrew Martin is looking for a woman who can keep up with him outside of the bedroom as well as in bed. He tries the Anonymous Club with low expectations.
When Jennifer and Andrew meet, it is Chemistry 101. Have they found what they are looking for? In a world of aliases and mystery, is anyone really who they say they are? What happens when anonymity is good for one but not the other?
Jennifer walked into the Sultan’s Suite. The
first thing that hit her was the opulence of the room. Mirrors on the wall in
front of her gave it a spacious feel, but in truth it was a normal-size room.
She could make out the bathroom door through the draperies decorating the side
walls. No bed in this room, instead the floors were covered in thin Therapedic
mattresses. Toss pillows of all shapes and sizes were strewn everywhere. Their
earth tones and patterns complemented each other. There were beautiful bowls
filled with fruit, and there was chilled wine. She found a bar and refrigerator
artfully crafted into the decorations of the room. The music being piped in was
exotic and slow. Her body wanted to move with it.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the
mirror. The harem slave girl outfit was very revealing and sexy, resembling an I Dream of Jeannie costume. The costume
person layered her in large sheer scarves. When she asked why, the woman said,
“Dance of the seven scarves. You know the strip.” She didn’t know, but she got
the idea. Right now almost no skin showed. She would have to “strip” to get
down to that Jeannie costume.
The makeup woman left her hair hanging loose.
The temporary highlights were gone. Her hair was shoulder length in the front,
and extended down to the middle of her shoulder-blades in the back. The thick
waves always fell into her face. She would just have to deal with that tonight.
She would also have to deal with the contact lenses. She looked at the prep
card for this scenario and for the name of her partner. She was very pleased
when she read Ace.
He opened the door. His Arabian Sheik costume
made her smile. Such a contrast to the last time she saw him. The white,
floor-length robe and head-cover left only his face and hands bare, and she
could see his toes through his sandals when the robe moved.
His eyes fastened onto hers and a seductive
smile touched his lips. “This is a bit of a surprise. I wasn’t expecting Harem
Girl.”
“I have interests other than books.”
“So far I like those interests,” he said,
closing the door.
“I see you made it to wardrobe this time.”
“Yeah, I kind of wish I hadn’t. Not exactly
the height of fashion is it?” He indicated the robe.
“Fashion has nothing to do with it. It adds a
certain air of mystery. For instance.” She paused looking pointedly at his
crotch. “Are you wearing underpants beneath the folds of that robe?”
“Actually—”
“No, no, you mustn’t tell.” She cut him off. Her breath moved the sheer material covering her face. “Come in and have a seat.” She nodded toward the padded floor area.
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