sounded like water running. Then Jenna practically purred into the phone. "Mmmm."
"Jenna?" Zack tensed at the husky sound of her voice. "What are you doing?"
A low moan echoed over the phone. "I'm taking a bubble bath. My feet were killing me." She sighed again. "The warm water feels heavenly."
"So was this the guy?" he asked, hoping to distract himself from the titillating image of Jenna in the tub. Naked and sexy...
"What guy?"
"You know, the guy—the one you're going to marry? Did you find him in that husband hunting class you're taking?"
"Yes, he was in my class." Jenna gave a wry laugh. "But he's definitely not the one. He's missing some important gray matter in his brain."
Zack chuckled, his curiosity piqued. "Well, you should be careful going out with strange guys, anything could happen—"
"Zack, did you call to give me advice on my love life? Because if you did, I don't think it's appropriate."
"I just thought you should know how guys are—"
"I know how guys are," Jenna cut in a little stiffly. "Besides, you and I have a business arrangement, nothing more."
Right, nothing more. "I'm sorry, you're right."
"So, why did you call?" Jenna asked.
The sound of a soft splash echoed over the line and unbidden images of Jenna naked, immersed in a sea of bubbles taunted him, making his body harden. "I thought you might want to bounce some ideas off of me for the ad," he said in a husky voice.
"Sure. I'm envisioning something romantic, tasteful but sensual."
Zack picked up his sketch pad. Dammit, her voice was sensual.
"Something that will appeal to both men and women," Jenna said softly. "Maybe we can use some of the items in the shop to create a romantic setting."
Suddenly his brain swirled with images and his pencil flew, filling up the page with beautiful, erotic pictures of Jenna. Jenna, naked, soft bubbles dotting her delicate skin, Jenna's green eyes sparkling with passion as he poured the champagne gel all over her skin. Jenna wearing the black lacy bodystocking...
Of course, nothing he drew could be used in the ad.
"I have a nice line of men's lounging wear," Jenna continued. "Women are always hunting for gifts for that special man in their life. And men forget that women are turned on by seeing a man in sexy sleepwear."
Zack's pencil stilled. More water splashed gently in the background. What exactly turned Jenna on?
"That's the reason I carry such a variety of men's silk boxers and underwear," Jenna continued, oblivious to the fact that she was torturing him. "Women love the feel of silk and satin. Most of my female clients complain that the men they date still wear those boring white jockeys."
Zack glanced down at his pants, thought of his own white briefs and considered buying for some silk boxers. Something that would turn Jenna on...
Instead, he instinctively hiked up his pants a notch as if Jenna could see through the telephone.
"What seems to be your best seller for men?" he asked, determined to steer his mind back to business.
Jenna laughed softly. "I can't really describe it over the phone. Next time you come into the shop, I'll have to give you a freebie. It's called the Bee-Stinger."
Chapter 3
The Bee-Stinger?
Three days later, Zack still couldn't erase that suggestive piece of underwear from his mind.
Finally he decided he'd have to give in to his curiosity and stop by Jenna's shop to see for himself. His imagination had gone wild every time he thought about her bestseller for men, and his pencil had already concocted several different versions of the naughty underwear. Perhaps he should purchase a pair just in case...
One of his clients, Gordon Plum of Plum Chewing Gum, strode in his office without knocking and settled his bulky body at the round table in the corner of Zack's office. Zack had already laid out his preliminary sketches for the man's account.
As usual, Plum didn't waste time with small talk. "I need a few minutes to look these over."
Zack nodded. "Take
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