Executive Sweet (A Sample)

Dan opened the center console of the car and pulled out a hand towel. "Here, clean yourself."

Kay took the towel and wiped her hand. Then, as she was about to clean her hair, she turned to look at Dan. What was this freshly folded towel doing in his car?

"Really, Dan? You keep a towel handy when you drive?" She cocked her head and squinted at him, then shrugged and untied her hair.

"You never know when a beautiful woman will need to wipe off the kisses of some other man."

"It's all right, I don't really want to know." I'm in the playboy CEO's car. She imagined an endless line of women, all needing to freshen-up a bit before a night of sex with Dan Avery.

Kay scrubbed her hair with the towel, and Dan chuckled. "Just think, you have Walter Rosseau's DNA all over you."

"Don't even joke about it! I really need a shower." She set her jaw and kept cleaning herself.

"We're on our way to your place. Open the window if you need some air."

Kay looked up and noticed where they were. "I hate to get personal, but don't you live around here? My place is still twenty minutes away. Could I . . ." No, don't say it. But the words were already tumbling out of her mouth and she couldn't seem to stop herself. ". . . get a shower at your place?" She sucked in air between her teeth and looked away.

Dan made a quick turn, and the car zoomed off.

Did I just invite myself into his bathroom? Talk about inappropriate! She looked at Dan and let her eyes linger. Was he getting better looking all the time, or was she just horny? Although there was a part of her that was insulted at the thought of being Dan's next pretty thing, there was something else in her that didn't mind at all. This could turn into quite a night.

No, no, no. He said he wouldn't do that. Kay couldn't blame him for wanting to avoid a romance; it made sense to her too, at some level. But look how quickly he accepted her request for a shower. What was he thinking? Kay tried to diffuse the situation before it went too far. "Really, all I want is a shower." Then she joked, "I promise not to leave any Rosseau-rings around the drain."

"Don't worry, Kay. I understand. A Rosseau-removal service is the least I can offer you-one shower, with plenty of hot water, coming right up."