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Ethan always felt much better after a hot shower, yet the back of his neck still had a crook in it. He’d love to have it massaged out. It was too late to get it taken care of tonight. He’d call in the morning and get an appointment with his therapist.

Dakota had soft hands. He easily imagined her massaging his tight muscles. Her fingers were strong. They’d held on tightly to his digits during the initial fall at the roller rink a couple of days ago, he recalled. Her hands were also as tender as their strength. The tenderness was what he remembered best. Every time she’d touched him he had felt it right down to the center of his core.

A glance at the clock let him know it was too late to phone Dakota. He didn’t want to risk disrespecting her, but it was difficult to ignore the strong desire he had to hear her voice. Whenever he talked to her, he got caught up in her gentle, soothing tone.

Instead of picking up the phone, Ethan settled for getting deeper in thought about the evening he’d spent in Dakota’s company at the roller rink. She had been a megahit with all his friends, especially Maxwell, who’d said he definitely would’ve asked her out had he met her first. The two friends had a rule to never date anyone the other one had been involved with, no matter how casual or serious the relationship was.

Once Dakota had gotten over her embarrassment of falling down, he remembered how she had shown the valiant side of her. Her show of character had made her a major leaguer with Ethan and his friends. Although he still thought she was somewhat reserved, he hoped her demeanor toward him would change as she got to know him.

To distract himself from calling Dakota, he walked down the hall to his office and pulled out a folder from the filing cabinet built into the el extension of his desk. Bent on perusing its content, which held the work he’d done so far on his book, he carried the file back to the living room. After turning on the television set, he made himself comfortable on the sofa, propping pillows behind his back before stretching out fully.

Ethan turned his attention back to the folder. After reviewing the first couple of dozen or so pages, he was unable to concentrate further. He closed the folder and set it aside, taking a quick glance at the clock.

Before Ethan could change his mind again about calling Dakota, he grabbed the receiver and dialed her number, hoping she was still awake. As her sweet voice instantly brought a generous smile to his lips, an audible sigh of relief followed.

“Glad you’re still up. I’ve been dying to talk to you. How was your day?”

“I’m glad, too. Wouldn’t want to miss your call. My day has been busy but good. I accomplished a lot of must-do things. I was just about to turn off the light. Normally I don’t go to sleep until after the late-night talk show. When I don’t have to get up early, I stay up until the wee hours. I love to read before settling in.”

“That makes two of us. I either read or write before shutting down. I’ve been doing a lot of research on the computer this evening. I already mentioned my project to you.” He hadn’t told her the subject matter of his work. His curiosity was strong about an industry very few people knew exactly how it worked or how to go about breaking into it.

“That’s great! I’m sure you’re excited about getting tenure?”

“It’ll be nice. I’m working my butt off to earn it.”

“It’s just a matter of time. You should be proud of yourself. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks. That’s nice to know. When can I see you again?”

She smiled, happy he’d asked. “Maybe you should tell me when.”

“If it wasn’t so late, I’d say tonight. I miss you. What about tomorrow evening? We can either go out to dinner or I can cook for us at my place. I’m a decent chef.”

“Dining in or out is okay with me. You decide. I’m excited about seeing you.”

Dakota’s last statement made Ethan feel good inside. He was excited, too, more than she knew. “Call you tomorrow with the details. Cool?”

“Noon is a good time to call my cell. There’s a long break between classes. What was your day like?” Dakota asked.

“Crazy, like all my days are. I love my job, but my students are a handful. I have several outspoken ones, mainly the females. Getting them to stop talking long enough to listen to me is a daunting task. They usually have the last word.”

“I find that one hard to believe, Ethan. To me, you seem like a man in control.”

“I wish I was more in control in these instances. Sparring with these particular sisters can wear down a brother.” Ethan chuckled. “Sometimes I just want them to stop talking before I stop breathing.”

“Well, in that case, I don’t want you to stop breathing on me. I’d love for you to stick around.”

“That was sweet of you, Dakota. I want to continue hanging out with you. But I’ll let you go.”

“Have a good night, Ethan. I’ll look forward to your call.”

“Me, too. Good night.”

Ethan suddenly felt displeased with himself. There were specific questions he wanted to ask Dakota, but once again, he’d held back. Being clueless about her and who she was and why she kept him at a safe distance wouldn’t set them on the right track. Snatching up the receiver, he hit the redial button, sure she hadn’t gone to sleep that fast.

“It’s me again. Can we talk? I mean really talk?”

Dakota felt apprehension creeping in. “Is something wrong? What is it?”

“I don’t know. I feel so damn good when I’m with you, but everything doesn’t feel right. Is there something about me you’re uncomfortable with? If so, I’d like to know what it is. Something’s standing between us. What can it be?”

Contemplating her response, Dakota pressed her trembling fingers into her lips. “You’re right. I’m standing in between us and so are my past experiences. I’m afraid of getting my heart broken again. Can you guarantee me that that won’t happen with you?”

“I wish I could. I think you know better than that. Please tell me what happened. Maybe it’ll start the healing process.”

Dakota blew out a stream of shaky breath. “What happened to me occurred months ago. The betrayal still feels current. A couple of gal pals betrayed me in ways I’d never stoop so low to return the favor. One of my so-called best girlfriends, Lori Taylor, had taken up with my boyfriend, Everett Washington, while we were still dating. They’d been going at each other long before I found out.”

Ethan heard the raw pain in her voice. “That’s the toughest kind of heartbreak.”

Dakota knew worse heartaches, but she didn’t want to overwhelm him. “I was having a hard time when we met. I’ve been through a lot of stuff. Two people I trusted most disappointed me deeply.”

“You mentioned a couple of gal pals. Who was the other one?”

“Mercy Winters claimed to be a best friend. She stole convenience checks sent to me by my credit card company and tried to cash one for a big sum, which would’ve gone against my card. Suspicious of the check, her bank took the appropriate action. It’s a long story. I was stunned when she wasn’t prosecuted. It was simply put on her credit report that she’d committed check fraud. Yet another bitter disappointment to deal with.”

“Everyone who calls themselves friend doesn’t always meet the criteria. Do you still have feelings for the guy who hurt you?”

“None whatsoever. I’m cautious. Maybe overly cautious, but it has everything to do with me and nothing to do with you. I believe you’re trustworthy.”

Ethan was glad she wasn’t harboring feelings for the heartbreaker. That wouldn’t have felt so good to learn. “So tell me what I need to do to get closer to you and to help you get through the bad stuff, past and present.”

“Patience is all that I ask of you. Is that doable?”

“Absolutely. I want us to get to know each other on a deeply personal level. Then we’ll feel free to talk more about our triumphs and the challenges we face. I want you to be able to talk to me about anything. Problems aren’t ever resolved with silence.”

Persia listened to George with total disinterest. Her day had been tiring and all she wanted to do was get home and sleep. Soon after he’d asked her name, the client started in on his wife by whining and complaining about her expecting him to be superman.

“She’s certainly no superwoman. The lady is horrible in bed and she never wants to try anything new. The same position every time gets old. She’s boring when it comes to creativity. She’s so scared the children will hear what goes on. The master is downstairs and the three kids sleep upstairs. They can’t hear a thing.”

“Do you still love her?”

The caller paused, as if caught off guard by the pointed question. While thinking about his response, he scratched his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. It’s just that she’s such a prude. But why talk about my wife?”

“At least say something kind about her. She’s the mother of your three kids. You brought up your wife to me, remember?”

“I did, didn’t I? But why do you care whether I respect my wife or not? You’re not respecting her by talking sexy to her husband over the phone.”

Persia knew she hadn’t said one sexy word to George. He had yet to give her an opportunity. Besides that, she preferred to let the callers set the stage and choose the subject matter for the conversations. “Hey, you dialed my number.” She bit down on her tongue.

In the silence, she wondered if she’d said too much.

“Have you ever thought about becoming a marriage counselor, Persia? I think you’d make a good one,” George remarked, sounding downright stupid and not caring.

Persia scowled. “What? Are you kidding me?”

“Guys just need to blow off a head of steam at times. My wife is a real good homemaker. She’s crazy about the kids.” He paused. “Do you think I’m wrong for calling phone-sex lines?”

George had put himself on a guilt trip, Persia thought. He already knew he was dead wrong. No one had to tell him that either. And it certainly wasn’t her place to enlighten him. She was in the business to meet her obligations, not to lose clients. If she told him he was wrong and he stopped calling, she’d lose a client and a good chunk of change. Persia couldn’t afford it.

“Are you still there?” George asked, sounding anxious.

With impatience rising in her again, Persia sighed inwardly. “I’m here. Do you want to keep up with this conversation or are you ready to get it on?”

George paused again for a couple of moments. “First off, I want to know what you look like. Then I want to hear in detail exactly what you’re wearing.”

“My skin is silky, the color of dark chocolate, yet it’s sweet as honey, not a bit bitter. I’m a statuesque five foot seven, with the perkiest thirty-eight C breasts, real ones. My derriere is so firm and tight a quarter would bounce off it—and so is my flat stomach, with a diamond stud in my belly button. With golden-brown eyes and long, dark brown hair, I turn on lots of men. As for what I’m wearing, I’m in my favorite outfit, my birthday suit.”

His breath coming hard, George had to suck in air. “I guess I should go now. This is my first call to you and guilt is busy kicking my butt. Before I hang up, could you whisper something sweet in my ear, something real sweet yet kinda kinky?”

“George.” Her voice had turned low and throaty, sexy and hot. For fun, she’d strongly emphasized the Southern accent. “I’d love to pour chocolate syrup all over your sexy body and then spray you with whipped cream. From head to toe, I’d lick off every bit. How’d that sound?”

“I love it. Will you marry me, Persia?”

“Sure, George, whenever you divorce your wife. Call me when it’s final.”

George laughed. “I really like you and your sense of humor. Is it possible for us to talk again or do I hook up with a different lady every time I call?”

“You can talk to me again.” Persia gave George her personal code and then called out to him her work schedule. She hoped she’d landed a regular, but George’s guilt over calling a sex line might get to him.

“Hope we talk soon.” Sounding totally satisfied, George hung up.

Persia had barely hung up the phone when it buzzed loudly in her ear again. Wondering why she’d been given another call so close to the end of her shift, she reluctantly answered the line. George should’ve been the last caller of the evening, she grumbled mentally, though she knew she needed to earn as much as possible.

“Hello,” she breathed in her sultriest voice. “What’s on your sweet mind?”

“You,” was the simple reply, yet strong and commanding. “I finally got up the nerve to call you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Your commercial is hot and provocative. I love the shot with the chains. How would you use those chains on me?”

“Any way you’d like. Chaining you to a bed comes to mind. Then I can have my way with you, any way I like it.”

“Naughty girl is what you are. What kind of toys do you have?”

“All kinds. If I don’t have your preference, I’ll get it just for you.”

Persia hadn’t ever had anyone talk to her about chains or other kinky stuff. This brassy man made her feel uncomfortable. She was used to the shier guys, the ones who preferred her to set the tempo, like George.

Despite his comment about “getting up the nerve to call in,” he sounded sure of himself. Persia wasn’t the sexy woman in the commercials the caller had referred to, but clients weren’t privy to that information. Professional models and actresses were used to shoot advertising spots. Besides the obvious, commercials were also done for visual effects. They provided men with a face and body to fantasize about during conversations.

Although many women who worked at Licensed to Thrill were beautiful and sexy, they simply weren’t the actual ladies used in the ads. The intent wasn’t for workers and clients to hook up in person, though it did happen quite often.

“By the way, my name is Luke Lockhart. I’m a huge star in adult films. I’m sure you’ve seen me before. That is, if you watch soft porn.” He paused. “Have you ever had a lesbian encounter?” the man asked.

“I haven’t seen you before, Luke, but I’m sure you’re good at what you do.”

“I’m an expert, the hottest ticket around in adult films,” he boasted.

If that was the case, Persia had to wonder why Luke was calling a phone-sex line. “I’d think you’d get enough sex in your line of work. What made you call in?”

“Like I said, your commercial is smoking hot. I work with a lot of different women, but I’m not attracted to them. Besides, I wouldn’t want a woman who does what I do for a living.”

Coming from someone in the same profession, Persia thought it was interesting. “When did you get into the adult film industry?”

“I was a senior in high school. A friend’s older brother turned me on to it. At eighteen, I was attracted to money. Do you have fantasies about becoming a porn star?”

Persia felt sorry for any guy who’d trashed his youth and body for easy money. She couldn’t imagine anything about his profession as easy. “Afraid not.”

“If you’re open to what I’m into, the paychecks are off the chain.”

Persia blew out a shaky breath. “I’m always open to getting paid,” she said quite honestly. “I’m only here to talk.” Persia was comfortable with her answer, and she couldn’t be accused of lying to or misleading a client.

“Bet I can change your mind, with time,” he taunted.

For the next forty-five minutes Persia talked with Luke. The conversation never got into anything hot and sexy, considering how it’d started out. It was tame and normal, reminding her of two friends talking about the day-to-day issues in their lives. He was more into asking her questions about her job, which was kind of odd. It also gave her the impression he might be a recruiter for the adult film industry. That made more sense.

Persia was glad when the phone call finally ended. His lifestyle wasn’t something she was interested in, no matter how much money it paid. Putting her alter ego to bed at the end of the workday always felt good, up until she had to reawaken her.

As Ethan welcomed Dakota into his home, he gave her several sweet kisses. “You look marvelous. You wear red very well. I love the dress.”

Dakota did a full turn to show off her simple but lovely red sheath. “I thank you.” She looked him over from head to toe. “It looks like I’m a bit overdressed. Had I known you were wearing jeans I would’ve done the same.”

“Oh, no, you made the perfect choice. I love feminine fluff. I can change clothes if you’d like me to.”

Dakota shook her head. “I like you just the way you are.”

“Good. Let me show you around before we sit down to dinner.”

Dakota took the arm Ethan extended to her. He had told her he was a neat one. And he had told the absolute truth. There didn’t seem to be a thing out of place.

“This is my formal living room, an area no one ever comes into. Maybe I need to buy some furniture so I can use it. You think?”

“That would help make it serviceable,” Dakota joked.

“I’m definitely more comfortable in the family room, where I can watch the big screen, lounging on the leather sofa or kicking back on the recliners. Maybe I’ll get you to help me pick out furniture for both formals. My dining room is empty, too.”

As Dakota received the dime tour, she saw that Ethan favored darker woods but lighter colored furniture and glass tabletops. The leather furnishings were a light tan. Various shades of beige and brown were prevalent throughout. Entryways were designed in dramatic arches. The kitchen appliances were all black with stainless steel trim and the walls had been painted a mustard shade, which provided a bold contrast. The center island was where she imagined Ethan preparing his food.

His hands turned upward in an encompassing gesture. “This is where I hang out every day. I’m glad you accepted my invitation. I’ll show you the bedrooms and my office after dinner. Think you can stand the suspense for that long?”

Dakota took hold of his hand. “Eager anticipation is always a good thing.”

“Hmm. I really like the sound of that.”

Ethan had set a lovely kitchen table, creating a romantic ambience for him and Dakota to dine by. Several candles had been lit and placed all about the room. Once he said a blessing over the food, he poured into crystal glasses a crisp white wine complementary to the seafood.

Steamed snow crab legs, grilled shrimp, rice pilaf and the fresh salad Ethan had prepared for dinner looked very appetizing.

Dakota had put a nice portion of everything on her plate. A little worried about getting butter sauce on her dress, she shielded it with a couple of napkins. Ethan cracked the crab for her. Removing the meat from the shell with a fork, he placed it on her plate.

Dakota liked the attentiveness, loved how well Ethan treated her. He seemed to enjoy doing nice things for her and he also liked to make her smile. Being in his company was a tremendous joy for her, just as her presence was for him. When he’d asked for them to talk more, she hadn’t thought it was an unreasonable request. Dakota hoped she could open up to him about everything, but she knew it wouldn’t come all at once.

A few minutes later Dakota put seconds of everything but crab on her plate. “This rice pilaf is the best I’ve ever eaten. You have to teach me how to make it.”

“I’d love to. It’s simple. I’m pleased you like the food.”

“Everything is delicious. Mind pouring me a little more wine?”

“At your service, my lady.”

“Are you originally from California, Ethan?”

“Born and raised not too far from here. I graduated from Torrance High School and went to the University of California, Dominguez Hills.”

“I hope to transfer there in the winter term. It’s close enough to my apartment for me to walk to classes.”