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her tire was behind her, watching, a drunken look of passion on his face. He would be hard as a rock, pointing straight at the ceiling, his strength and essence concentrated in his sex. Only one thing could match his desire, and that was her desire, so long restrained, but now , like a dam about to burst. She laid her face sideways on the satin pillow and lifted her hips, presenting herself for penetration.
    “Do you like?” she asked him, moving her hips and wantonly exposing herself in a way no man had ever seen her.
    “Yes,” he mumbled breathlessly. “Yes…”
    She closed her eyes and started touching herself. She imagined him getting on the bed, even to the point of feeling the mattress sag and the springs squeak. Jenny was hot—unbelievably hot—and she could smell her own musk. A fabulous sensation welled in her sexual core and she felt like she was going to have the most powerful orgasm of her life. At that moment she imagined him moving forward, getting ready to join with her in hot, blistering sex. She would release the mad vixen and meet his driving passion with scorching, dripping, unrestrained sex.
    Jenny tossed her head side to side, now on the very precipice of a mind-blowing climax.
    The phone rang.
    Jenny caught her breath, rolled off the bed, and answered it. “Hello,” she said, her hair disheveled.
    “Hello, dear,” came Miriam’s voice. “You sound out of breath.”
    “I just ran to get the phone,” she said. “What is it, Miriam?”
    “The tea’s ready. Are you coming soon?”
    “Yes, I’ll be right there.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Jenny composed herself, quickly dressed, and walked into the office. In a back room Miriam poured them both a cup of tea and placed one on a small table. Jenny walked in and sat down, thanking Miriam for the tea.
    “Who owns this place?” she asked.
    “Mr. North,” Miriam said.
    “Mr. North?” Jenny laughed. “He sounds like a cold fellow.”
    “Oh, no, he’s a sweetheart.”
    “What’s his first name?”
    “Devon.”
    “Devon,” Jenny said with a thoughtful look. “Devon North. I like it.”
    Miriam smiled. “I’ll be sure to tell him you approve of his name.”
    Jenny laughed again and took a sip of tea. By the minute she felt more comfortable in the hotel, almost as if she belonged there. “How long has Mr. North owned this place?”
    “A few weeks. He’s been working his fingers to the bone trying to get it ready.”
    “He needs to do a lot more work,” Jenny said with a slight grimace.
    “He can’t work any harder than he has been,” Miriam noted.
    “Why doesn’t he hire some help?”
    Miriam rubbed her thumb and fingertips. “Money,” she said. “It was a big capital expense to buy the hotel in the first place and he’s already invested thousands in renovations. Thankfully he’s very handy. He did your room, you know. It doesn’t look anything like it did.”
    “He did a lovely job,” Jenny agreed, “but, tell me, did he put out the flowers and choose the bedding?”
    “I did that,” Miriam said, “but he painted the room, put in the hardwood floor, and put in all new light fixtures. He totally revamped the bathroom, too.”
    “He did do a beautiful job,” Jenny assented, knowing it was important to Miriam that she acknowledge the work.
    “Mr. North is fabulous with his hands, but he is not what I would call an ideal people person, if you know what I mean.”
    “Oh, why’s that?”
    “He’s very shy, or maybe focused is a better word.” Miriam looked hard at her. “He needs someone with training to get this hotel back on the map. Actually,” she went on, leaning toward Jenny, “he needs some guests, period. Another part of the hotel opens tomorrow and no one knows. The restaurant reopens soon, too.”
    “Is it a good restaurant?”
    “The Riverview has always been known for its food.”
    “That’s positive.”
    Miriam shrugged. “But right now, to be perfectly frank, we’re not exactly the talk of the