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pulled
on her panties and the look Lindsey gave her caused renewed desire to throb in
her clit.
    Shaking, Ella put on her jeans and then donned her bra and
shirt. She’d thought she could hook up with Lindsey, get dressed and then walk
away—but already her mind turned over future encounters with the sexy producer.
    “I…I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ella said.
    Lindsey gave her a single nod. “Looking forward to it.” Her
smile caused Ella’s stomach to somersault.
    “Good night,” Ella said before she quietly left.
    * * * * *
    Lindsey looked at the clock. It was nearly five in the
morning and she hadn’t slept a wink. Her sheets still smelled like Ella’s
perfume.
    Clapping a hand on her forehead, Lindsey sighed. What was
she thinking? She wasn’t in the business of seducing virgins.
    Virgins were dangerous territory. They tended to want to
come back for more. She briefly entertained the erotic memory of the beautiful
blonde head between her thighs. “Fuck me,” Lindsey muttered and raked her
fingers through her short hair. How the hell was she ever going to be able to
film her for the next three days?
    Hoping to find a message from Ella, Lindsey reached for her
cell. No messages. She stuck out her bottom lip. It’d been a long time since
she’d been disappointed at not receiving a next-day text or call. Then again,
they had laid out some ground rules. Sort of.
    She lay there until six and then rolled out of bed and
showered. Her no-fuss, no-frills morning routine had her downstairs searching
for coffee in less than twenty minutes.
    Maurice was already in the breakfast area, paper plate piled
high with powdery-looking eggs and some sort of greasy tube-shaped meat.
    “Morning,” Lindsey greeted with a tilt of her head as she
made a beeline for the coffee. After pouring a Styrofoam cup full, she snagged
a banana from a fruit tray and joined Maurice who’d already devoured half his
breakfast. “Dude? Did you inhale that?”
    He chuckled. “Where’d you get off to last night?”
    I followed one of the contestants to a lesbian bar and
then brought her back to my room and fucked the shit out of her. Lindsey
shrugged. “Just taking in the local scene.”
    Dressed to perfection in a powder-blue suit that showed off
her legs, Ella appeared in the entryway of the breakfast area. Lindsey’s
stomach clenched. So did her channel. Damn. I ate her pussy last night.
    Ella had swept her blonde locks up into a neat bun that made
her face look dewy and fresh in spite of the fact she’d been up late.
    Lindsey couldn’t stop staring.
    “What the hell?” Maurice teased. “See something you like?”
    Lindsey didn’t want to be obvious nor did she want to give
Ella the cold shoulder.
    Ella glanced her way and heat swept up Lindsey’s spine.
Feeling like a kid in the throes of a first crush, Lindsey gave her lover a
little smile and then she turned to Maurice. “I didn’t want to be rude.”
    He dragged his napkin across his scruffy face. “I ain’t
judgin’.”
    “How about you? How’d you make out last night? When I left
the bar, you were surrounded by no less than eight of these gals.”
    He snickered. “I feel so used,” he declared dramatically.
“They only want me for my big…camera.”
    Lindsey’s pulse rioted when Ella sat at their table.
    “Good morning,” she said, suppressing a yawn. “Something
kept me up all night. I hope you both slept well.”
    Nearly choking on her coffee, Lindsey nodded. “Like a rock.”
She shot Ella a wicked glance.
    Maurice popped the last of his sausage links into his mouth.
“Are we filming in the big meeting room today?”
    “Yep. We’ll be doing the judge’s interview portion of the
pageant today,” Lindsey said, trying to keep it between the ditches. Proximity
to Ella made her feel as if she’d stepped into a steam sauna.
    “See y’all,” Maurice said before he gathered his trash and
left.
    Ella grinned. “I really did enjoy last night.”
    “Me