Private Pleasures

  Private Pleasures

  Jami Alden

  Copyright 2010 Jami Alden

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  Wendy Carmichael's career as a high-powered attorney leaves her little time for a love - or sex - life. She has a broken engagement to prove it. With everything she's worked for on the line, she can't afford to be distracted -especially not by Drew Walker. The first time she laid eyes on the brash, cocky millionaire five years ago Wendy knew that giving into the chemistry sparking between them could only lead to trouble. But when they're thrown together at a party in paradise, his wicked smile and rock hard body draw her like a moth to a flame. Convincing herself one night of indulgence can't hurt, Wendy decides to find out once and for all if being with Drew is as hot as she's always imagined.

  But Drew isn't satisfied with just one night, and neither is Wendy. When Drew proposes a no holds barred, no strings attached affair that will end when he moves across the country, Wendy can't say no. Yet as the nights pass, each hotter than the last, Wendy discovers that what she thought was casual is anything but, and has potential to be so much more. Now she fears that when cocky, too sexy for his own good Drew walks out of her life, she'll be saying goodbye to the man of her dreams.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  About the Author

  PRIVATE PARADISE Excerpt

  Chapter 1

  Wendy Carmichael lingered at the bottom of the stairs leading to the beach. Laughter carried on the salt-scented breeze, still warm even though the sun was barely clinging to the horizon, turning the normally bright turquoise Caribbean waters surrounding Holley Cay into a bright, burnished orange.

  Wendy's gaze wandered over the crowd full of couples mingling among tables set up on the beach, sipping champagne and cocktails while they nibbled on gourmet cuisine prepared by Holley Cay's world class chef.

  Everything about the party was perfect, from the location - Holley Cay was one of the most exclusive resorts in the Caribbean if not the world - to the decor, the bright blues, greens, and yellows of the table linens echoing the palette of the gorgeous location and setting off the bouquets of tropical flowers to perfection.

  But nothing was more perfect than the couple being celebrated tonight, Wendy thought as her gaze landed on the guests of honor. Tonight Chris and Julie Dennison were celebrating five years of wedded bliss together. They were stunning to look at. Chris, tall and lean, his broad shoulders straining against the white linen of his shirt. And Julie, blond and petite, with big blue eyes that shone up at her husband with as much adoration as the day they were married.

  To look at them, you'd think they were newlyweds, the way Chris kept Julie close, his fingers entwined with hers even as they carried on separate conversations.

  They looked so... connected, Wendy thought with a little stabbing pain in her chest. And the love that had brought them together, and produced a little girl who, Wendy was convinced, was the most adorable child ever born, was so apparent you could practically see it, radiating off of them like a halo, enveloping the guests who had come all the way to Holley Cay to celebrate their fifth anniversary in its warm glow.

  There wasn't a single person who wasn't smiling.

  Well, Wendy reflected as she felt her own clenched jaw and tight mouth, maybe one.

  As she took the final step onto the canvas runner that had been laid over the sand so the female guests could still indulge in fancy footwear for as long as their feet put up with it, Wendy tried but failed to banish the knot that had settled in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't that she wasn't happy for Julie, who had been her best friend since they met when Wendy transferred to UC Berkeley her sophomore year.

  Of course she was. Julie, with her big, giving heart and sweet sense of humor, was one of Wendy's favorite people in the world, and no one deserved happiness more than she did.

  From the moment she'd met Julie, Wendy, who wasn't much older but was a whole lot savvier than her sheltered friend, had taken it on herself to protect Julie from the big bad wolves out on the prowl.

  Wendy had always prided herself on being able to hold her own, but Julie was always at risk of being ripped to shreds. In fact she nearly had been, thanks to a disastrous but thankfully brief first marriage. But in the end, she'd ended up with Chris, who was a great guy and worshipped Julie as she deserved, giving her an idyllic life in paradise, her very own happily ever after.

  And Wendy was happy for her, she really was. Yet, as she lingered alone on the edge of the crowd, watching all of the other seemingly ecstatic couples, Wendy couldn't shake the blue funk that had enveloped her for the last six months, growing as heavy as a wet wool blanket the second she stepped onto the dock at Holley Cay and saw Julie and Chris beaming at her, gorgeous little daughter cradled in Chris's arms.

  For all that she didn't begrudge Julie her happiness, the sharp contrast to Wendy's own love life brought back all the feelings of hurt and failure so keenly it felt like it was yesterday instead of six months ago that Alan had broken off their engagement.

  Snap out of it, she scolded herself, forcing her feet to continue down the beach, dread growing with every step as her suspicions were confirmed that she was the only one here without a date. "Bring a friend," Julie had encouraged.

  "I'll be fine," Wendy had blown her off. "You know me, I go out alone all the time." While that had been true once upon a time, it wasn't anymore. Not only was Wendy too busy working hundred hour weeks as she strove to be Chapman, Cooper & Winters’s youngest associate to ever make partner, the break up with Alan had hit her harder than she wanted to admit to anyone. Especially herself.

  Before she'd never given it a second thought if she was the only single in the crowd of couples. It only meant she had more freedom to have fun, flirt with cute guys, and leave without negotiation if the crowd got boring.

  But tonight she looked at the throng of happily matched pairs and felt her single status like a neon sign written across her forehead. One that said, "Loser."

  "I was wondering if you'd tear yourself away from your desk to be here."

  Wendy stumbled on the heel of her strappy sandals at the deep, raspy, all too familiar voice. Her shoulder muscles tightened along with her jaw as she turned to confirm that yes, that cocky bastard Drew Walker was standing less than six inches behind her.

  So much for her hopes that he wouldn't be here, despite his long friendship with Chris.

  Even though her heels boosted her normal height of five seven to close to six feet, Wendy still had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. With his thick, dark, close cropped hair, piercing gray gaze and his chiseled not too handsome face, Drew was a damn good looking bastard, but a bastard just the same.

  And if she had any doubts about that his next sentence confirmed it. "I haven't s
een you since your engagement party."

  If it had been up to Wendy, Drew wouldn't have gotten within ten feet of her engagement party party. But after selling the software company he'd founded for half a billion dollars a year ago, he had taken on a position as an entrepreneur in residence at the venture capital firm where Alan was a partner.

  Alan had insisted on inviting everyone in the office, and Wendy couldn't see a way to exclude only Drew without making it awkward for Alan.

  Wendy gritted her teeth, her stomach rolling as she thought of the occasion. Two hundred of their friends and family, gathered at the prestigious City Club. All toasting their happiness.

  Except for one cocky bastard.

  "Yes," Wendy said, baring her teeth in a big smile only a moron would mistake as sincere. "I remember you kindly pointed out that it's now a little over fifty percent of marriages that end in divorce, and that all of the managing partners at your firm are on their second or third wives."

  Drew shrugged, and Wendy told herself the quirk of his full lips and the way his eyes crinkled around the corners wasn't sexy as hell. "I don't see a problem with speaking the truth," he said, taking two glasses of champagne from a passing server and offering her one.

  Wendy gave a little huff as she took the glass. "And how nice you could come and share all of that positive energy with Chris and Julie tonight." She took a sip of the champagne, letting the bubbles sizzle through her veins and ease the knots in her shoulders and stomach. She cast him a sideways look and saw that his focus had moved to the happy couple in question. "Knowing you, you've probably got a betting pool going for how long before those two split."

  Drew's focus came back on her, all traces of amusement gone. "No way. I don't worry about those two. Just look at them. They get exactly what they need from each other."

  Wendy's spine stiffened and she wondered what made Drew, who according to Chris and Julie had an average relationship duration of three weeks, such an expert on what couples were going to make it or not. "Are you saying I didn't have what Alan needed?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. "Of course I didn't," she said before he could. "Otherwise he wouldn't have dumped me and married Tina."

  She downed the rest of her champagne in a single swallow as she thought of Alan's recent marriage to the woman who had been his administrative assistant for five years. Five years his senior, a solid thirty pounds heavier and thirty IQ points dumber than Wendy. But apparently exactly what he'd needed.

  "It was a beautiful wedding." Drew said.

  Wendy's mouth dropped open as she was reaching for another glass of champagne from a passing tray. Was he really that clueless, or that cruel...his deadpan expression slipped a little, letting his amusement glint in his eyes, along with a spark of challenge.

  Wendy felt an answering spark as she cocked an eyebrow at him. "I would expect so, since it was supposed to be mine." At Alan's urging, Wendy, crushed as usual by work, had leaned heavily on Tina to manage the logistics of making the wedding of her dreams come to life.

  And apparently Tina hadn't had any issues taking over what was supposed to be Wendy's big day.

  "Makes sense if you think about it," Drew said, and Wendy tried not to notice how big and broad he shoulders were, shrugging under the white cotton of his shirt. "Everything was all set, non-refundable deposits were paid—"

  "By my parents," Wendy snapped. Granted, Alan had paid them back within days after he ended their engagement, but still.

  Drew continued as if he hadn't heard her. "And a place like that was probably booked up for a year out—"

  "At least," Wendy said morosely as she thought of the rolling hills and bright blue sky of the small vineyard they'd chosen as the venue of their wedding. Where she'd imagined starting her new life as Mrs. Alan Parker.

  Instead, Tina had married Wendy's guy, in Wendy's place, eating the food Wendy had selected, dancing to the band Wendy had chosen.

  At least she couldn't wear my dress, Wendy thought, smiling grimly as she imagined Tina's ample backside.

  She drained her second glass of champagne, feeling a little buzz come on as the wine warmed her blood. "So Alan got what he needed.. Lucky him."

  Drew shrugged again. "More important is what you needed. And it sure as hell wasn't Alan."

  She narrowed her eyed and met his challenging stare. "You have no idea what I need."

  His gaze raked her from the top of her head to the tips of her pink painted toes and back up. His eyes when they once again locked on hers were molten. "I think I have a pretty good idea."

  Wendy felt a startling wave of heat as her lips, the tips of her breasts, and her sex pulsed to life in an instant, nerve endings quivering and tingling, seeming to yearn toward him even as her brain very firmly told her body, "no way."

  Once upon a time she would have given in to the urges without a second thought. Hurled herself headlong at this gorgeous, cocky bastard whose hot gaze, muscled body, and big, long-fingered hands promised the kind of pleasure that would send her soaring into the stratosphere.

  Now she knew she needed to run away as fast as she could before she let herself get drawn in by the tractor beam of big, bad sexuality threatening to pull her in. So when she caught Julie waving at her out of the corner of her eye, Wendy jumped at the chance to make her escape. "I should say hello to Julie," she said curtly, hurrying through the crowd to her friend.

  But as she hugged Julie and exchanged the usual round of "you look gorgeouses" and gushed over the party, her mind was very much on the man whose stare continued to bore into her back.

  Sure enough, when she chanced a look over Chris's shoulder as he bent to buss her on the cheek, she caught Drew's intense, all too knowing stare.

  Her own skittered away, and she tried to focus on Chris's story of Mathilda's latest adventures in potty training.

  Yet even a she smiled and nodded and laughed at the appropriate moments, she couldn't stop thinking about how it would be to throw caution to the wind and give in to six feet three inches of pure sexual temptation.

  She knew how it would be with Drew. Exhilarating,. Other-wordly.

  All of which , she reminded herself harshly, made the inevitable crash all the more devastating. Wendy had crashed too many times not to know better.

  She'd already known better by the time she met Drew the first time, at Julie and Chris's wedding. Not only that, but seeing Chris and Julie so happy had made her yearn for that kind of love, that kind of security in knowing the person you're with had your back and would be there for the long haul. And she knew she wasn't going to get that if she kept letting herself get swept off her feet and emotionally wrecked over men who were amazing as long as she didn't give any indication she wanted something more serious.

  In the weeks leading up to Chris and Julie's wedding, she'd made a pact with herself. No more players. No more guys who could have any woman they wanted with a crook of a finger and had no interest in giving up the privilege. She was going to find a nice guy, stable and emotionally available and ready to commit.

  Someone like Alan? Wendy shoved the insolent little voice aside.

  No sooner had she made the decision than the universe decided to test her resolve in the form of Drew. From the first moment she'd laid eyes on him and met that smoldering stare, she'd known there would be trouble if she didn't keep her distance.

  It had taken every ounce of resistance, but somehow she'd pulled it off.

  Outside of work, Wendy liked to think of herself as friendly and fun to be around. But with Drew she'd summoned up an inner ice queen she didn't even know existed. She'd been standoffish to the point of rudeness, so bad Julie had even commented on it.

  So it was no big surprise, when they were reacquainted through Alan, that Drew hadn't exactly been friendly. No doubt he thought she was a cold, unfriendly bitch. And Wendy was determined to keep it that way.

  Still, as she drank and chatted and nibbled on hors d'oeuvres, she found her gaze straying ba
ck to him, his tall, broad shouldered form easy to spot in the crowd. She picked out his voice over the din of conversation, the deep, raspy timbre sending a quiver or sensation rippling through her.

  Though the tropical air cooled considerably once the sun went down, Wendy's skin felt flushed, prickling with heat even under the breeze wafting off the sea. She cut herself off early from the champagne and rum drinks the bartender was serving, not trusting her resolve under the influence of any more alcohol. Icewater was the name of the game now.

  But even though she was practically mainlining the frigid liquid, she could feel his gaze on her, burning like a brand along the bare skin of her arms, shoulders, back and legs, all exposed by the sexy cut of her halter dress. She was afraid if she didn't escape soon she'd spontaneously combust right there on the beach.

  Either that or experience a total break in common sense, and hurl herself into Drew's arms and demand he drag her off to his man cave and do whatever the hell he wanted to her because she knew it would be good.

  She took a huge gulp of ice water and closed her eyes as her sex went instantly wet and throbbing at the thought. God, what was wrong with her? Granted, she'd been attracted to Drew in spite of her better judgment all along, but this was ridiculous.

  Then again, the last several times she'd been in contact with him, it had been on the arm of her fiancé. And while Wendy was honest enough with herself to admit Drew was the kind of guy who in the past would have drawn her like a bee to honey, she was also faithful in the extreme. Knowing—well, okay, thinking—that Alan loved her and she loved him must have created enough of a mental block to keep her hormones at bay.

  But with Alan out of the picture and the fact that it had been over six months since she'd had sex—and mediocre sex at that—it was like the floodgates had burst. On top of all that, romance and ,face it, lust, were thick in the salt air. Combined with the hedonistic setting of a Caribbean island and it was like the perfect storm meant to spark Wendy's long dormant libido.