What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [22]
“And finally,” he continued, “I need to address sexual safety.”
Oh, shit. He hadn’t worn a condom! Combining the intensity of the moment with the fact that she was out of practice, it had totally slipped her mind. Then again, how was a girl supposed to remember a condom in a situation as freaky as this?
But Brent seemed cool as a cucumber. “Every employee who takes part in our fantasies is tested monthly and the documentation is in our offices, should you wish to see it. We have yours on file, too.”
As luck had it, she’d recently been tested as part of a screening process at a community college where she’d applied to teach a history course to earn extra money between book advances—and she’d even gone so far as forwarding the results via e-mail when Mariel had requested them, all to keep up the appearance that she was planning to take the whole prize. And now she was. Unbelievable.
Jenna had also reported to Mariel that she was on birth control—even if most of the time the only purpose it served was keeping her periods regular. So he surely had that information, as well.
Yet still, despite all that, she swallowed uncomfortably. “How do I know, um, you’re safe?”
To her surprise, he looked amused. “Mine’s on file, too, if you want to see it.”
She blinked. “Why do you need one? If you don’t normally participate in guests’ fantasies.”
“I don’t participate in the fantasies of the guests to whom I’m a guide. That doesn’t mean I don’t take part in those of other guests.”
“Oh.” Hmm. He had sex here, with strangers, on a regular basis.
It didn’t change anything—she’d known it all along really, but somehow maybe she’d hoped he’d outgrown that part of the job upon becoming a guide. Now pictures filled her head: him, in the center of orgies, naked, thrusting, the way he’d just thrust into her. And it reminded her that she’d just agreed to do whatever he chose for her. With him. With other people. And for all she knew, she might end up in the center of an orgy! Oh God, had she lost her mind?
Just then, as sanity was about to return, Brent reached out to touch her, his fingertips curving over her cheek. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this, sunshine.”
And that brief glimpse of sanity forced her to ask, “Why . . . do I trust you? I just met you. And as you said, I’m not even sure I like you.” Even if her sarcastic tone hinted otherwise.
In reply, he leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Maybe it’s because I just gave you the best orgasm of your life.” Then he pushed smoothly to his feet, said, “Goodnight, sunshine,” and walked away, leaving Jenna to wonder just what the hell she’d gotten herself into and why.
Chapter 3
When a bright blast of morning sun woke Jenna, her first response was to roll over and pull a pillow over her head—which happened to be pounding. But then she realized she wasn’t at home. And she remembered where she was. And that she’d had a lot to drink throughout the day and evening yesterday. And that she’d . . . oh boy. Oh God.
She’d had sex with a big, hot, sexy hunk of a man she’d never met before last night.
She’d had the best orgasm of her life, as he’d accurately pointed out.
And she’d agreed to . . . yikes!
Jenna bolted upright in bed and looked around the room. Was she remembering all this correctly?
She found herself hoping desperately that it had all somehow been a dream. A really big, long, drawn-out, amazingly detailed dream. Maybe she’d just returned to her room after an awkward dinner with her decidedly very male guide and fallen asleep in a rum-punch-and-wine stupor, inventing the whole thing in her subconscious mind.
Of course, the dress tossed unceremoniously on the floor in a heap near the bed wasn’t a good sign—she was normally neater than that. And . . . ugh, she was a little sore. There. Which meant she hadn’t just fabricated wild sex with Brent Powers. Uh-oh.
And this also meant she’d agreed to something absolutely . . . insane and unthinkable in the afterglow of what had clearly been mind-altering sex.
Well, too bad. She