Risky Pleasures - Brenda Jackson [31]
Cameron’s body.
“Vanessa, hey, are you awake? I asked about my neighbor and if you’d had a chance to check him out yet.”
Vanessa sighed, knowing there was no way she was going to tell her sister that not only had she checked him out, but she’d gone a step further and had slept with him, as well. “Yes, I’m awake, Cheyenne, and yes, I’ve checked him out.”
“And?”
Vanessa rubbed a hand across her face. “And it’s Cameron.”
There was a pause. Then Cheyenne said, “Cameron? As in Cameron Cody?”
“Yes, as in Cameron Cody.”
She could hear Cheyenne’s soft chuckle and frowned. It always annoyed Vanessa that her two sisters had found Cameron’s hot pursuit of her rather amusing. “So, I assume buying the house next door was a calculated move on his part after finding out you would be house-sitting for me for two weeks.”
Vanessa sighed. If only her sister knew the whole story. “Yes, it was.”
“Wow, that’s really something for a man to want you that bad to go to those extremes. Why don’t you put him out of his misery and go ahead and have an affair with him, Van?”
Vanessa couldn’t help the smile that touched her lips. She doubted Cameron was in much misery this morning since they were having an affair. But it even went deeper than that. They were officially sex mates for the next eleven days. “I’ll think about it.”
“He’s not going away. Determined men are like pimples. They keep reappearing.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t like the guy. He’s good-looking, sexy, wealthy and—”
“Goodbye, Cheyenne.”
“Hey, don’t you want my opinion?”
“Not really. Call Taylor and harass her.” She then hung up the phone.
“It’s not good to hang up on people.”
Vanessa flicked her gaze in the direction of the deep male voice. Cameron was leaning against the bathroom door wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was glistening, still wet from his shower, and just as Cheyenne had said, he was good-looking, sexy…
She wondered how much he’d heard. “Cheyenne is used to me hanging up on her. We have that kind of relationship.”
He took a few steps into the room and she had to struggle with the breath that was forcing its way through her lungs. The only thing worse than a good-looking Cameron was a half-naked good-looking Cameron. Although there was the towel, it didn’t take much for her to visualize him wearing nothing at all, as he’d done most of last night. She had seen enough of him in the buff. Or had she? She then decided it hadn’t been enough and that she would love seeing even more.
“And what kind of relationship is that?” he asked coming to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. He had a just-showered scent. His smell was fresh, manly.
“It’s the kind where she expects me to hang up on her when she starts getting bossy, which she has a tendency to do. I’m the oldest and she’s the youngest but sometimes I think she believes it’s vice versa.”
His sexy chuckle seemed to rumble off the walls in the room. “And what about your other sister? Taylor. The one living in New York.”
Vanessa sat up in bed and braced her back against the headboard. “Taylor likes keeping everyone out of her business, so she makes sure she doesn’t get into anyone else’s. She’s the one we call the Quiet Storm.”
He lifted a brow. “And why is that?”
“Because she doesn’t have a lot to say. She’s usually mild-mannered and easygoing. But if you piss her off, there’s plenty of hell to pay.”
“Oh, I see.”
Cameron stared at her for a long moment and Vanessa began getting uncomfortable under his fixed gaze. “What?” she asked.
He smiled. “It just occurred to me that I hadn’t kissed you good morning.”
“Oh, were you supposed to?”
“Definitely.”
And then he was inching his face closer to hers for a kiss. It was soft and gentle, but it didn’t take long for it to turn into something desperate and hungry. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, she kept her eyes on his lips and asked, “So what would you like to do today?”
The look