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Pleasure Bound
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Sun, Surf and Sex on a Beach ©Copyright Tuesday Morrigan 2009
Aloha Kaua ©Copyright Jenna Byrnes 2009
Honeymoon for Three ©Copyright Christy Lockhart 2009
Selene's Awakening ©Copyright Jude Mason 2009
Sex Therapy ©Copyright Nadia Aidan 2009
Light on the Water ©Copyright Mima 2009
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PLEASURE BOUND ANTHOLOGY
Sun, Surf and Sex on a Beach
Tuesday Morrigan
Aloha Kaua
Jenna Byrnes
Honeymoon for Three
Christy Lockhart
Selene's Awakening
Jude Mason
Sex Therapy
Nadia Aidan
Light on the Water
Mima
SUN, SURF AND SEX ON A BEACH
Tuesday Morrigan
Dedication
To the lovely, Aussies, I met while studying abroad Down Under. Thanks, mates,
for inspiring this story.
Chapter One
Tequila Sunrise
"You were supposed to arrive over an hour ago."
A smile spread over Michaela Jameson's face at the familiar sound. Months
passed since she heard that voice in the flesh. “Well, Cliff, it's not my fault the
plane took off an hour later than it should have."
"I bet that cramped your careful plans,” he said with a smile as he wheeled the
luggage cart forward.
She chuckled. The man knew her too well. Those familiar with Michaela
understood that she lived her life according to a schedule. It was the only way
she got anything done. Normally, there were so many things she had to
accomplish in a single day, she found herself always checking her planner to
make sure all was going according to schedule.
"So what did you do for that extra hour?"
Her smile widened as she followed him to the conveyer belt-distributing
luggage. “You mean after I adjusted my schedule to fit the new timeline? I spent
the remaining time going over my reading."
"Getting ahead of schedule, huh?"
She shrugged. “It seemed like the most reasonable thing to do under the
circumstances. Plus, they didn't have any movies I wanted to watch.” She
mumbled the last few words as she stifled a yawn.
Cliff glanced back at her just as she lowered her hand. “I booked you a red-eye
for a reason,”
he admonished.
Embarrassment flushed her system at his words. He'd been looking out for her
when he scheduled the flight, but it was hard for her to change. Despite the night
flight, she'd spent much of her time reviewing and reading the latest articles that
touched on her specialty, bio-medical engineering. It was what she did normally.
“I'm a workaholic. Sue me."
Cliff steered the cart until they were right beside the luggage belt and turned to
her. “I thought you were going to relax while here. Or wasn't that the point of
coming to Sydney two weeks before the convention?"
Cliff was her friend and mentor. He'd been her first boss, the head researcher in
her section when she first joined Genetech almost a decade ago. She'd signed on
with the company straight out of undergrad school and there were moments, like
now, when he was more a father than a supervisor. The tone of his voice left her
feeling thoroughly chastised. She groaned. “I just arrived.
My vacation starts now."
The rich sound of his laughter cut through the bustling air that cloaked the
airport. She lifted her head sharply in surprise and stared at Cliff. He always
seemed happy, but she'd never heard him laugh in such a manner. “Am I really
that funny?” she said, slightly irritated by the notion that Cliff found her
amusing.
"I love you, Michaela. I really do, but you're something. Only you would think
of starting a vacation after the flight."
She ignored his statement and looked over the moving conveyor belt. A
distinctive pattern caught her attention. “There, that's one of mine.” She pointed
out the luggage as she spoke. Her second piece followed quickly. Fifteen
minutes later they managed to make their way out of the airport and towards a
hired cab.
Just as she was about to enter the vehicle, Cliff called her name. “Have you
considered the proposal?"
"Considered, yes. Have I made a decision? No.” Genetech had offered her a lead
researcher position in Sydney. She'd be working directly beneath Cliff and the
project was something she'd expressed interest in. Rumour had it that the
company had built the new division with her in mind and it was hard to ignore
such whisperings when everything fit her to a T. Everything but the location. “I
haven't ruled it out, Cliff. It's just Australia is so far away from everything I
know, family, friends, even hated colleagues. You at least have your family here
with you."
When they arrived at her hotel, she breathed a sigh of relief. She knew from one
glance at the tall, glassy building with its abundance of chrome that she never
would have booked herself into it for even one night. Michaela wouldn't have
been able to justify staying somewhere that cost as much as she believed the
hotel did.
"Is this really required?” she asked Cliff as she stepped out of the vehicle. She
would have preferred something smaller, and more intimate. Maybe a bed and
breakfast, she thought as she eyed the monstrosity. If she could convince the
company to set her up somewhere else, maybe she could get the chance to stay
somewhere that fit the image of what she wanted her vacation to be.
Lips parted, she glanced over her shoulder to ask Cliff about changing her
accommodations.
He shook his silvery head. “No, can do, Michaela. I already tried. They already
booked this and they're not going to budge on it. Besides, you'll love your suite."
"Suite?” she asked as she made her way to the back of the vehicle. She reached
down to grab the smaller piece of luggage, but Cliff kindly pushed her aside.
“That's what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said in response as he lifted the
bag and placed it on the ground.
Something about his tone put her on edge. There was an alien nature to it that
made her think Cliff would rather not have the conversation. That was not like
Cliff. He normally just came straight out with it. Whatever it was must be bad.
“Spit it out, Cliff. What is wrong?"
He sighed and lowered his gaze. “The company has been getting a number of
letters about your latest project."
"Okay,” Michaela said with a shrug. There was nothing new there. She was on
the cutting edge of biotechnology. Many individuals didn't like the fact that she
was blending the line between biology and technology. It seemed like the
moment she started working at Genetech, the company started receiving letters
about her “ungodly” projects. Once, while out of town for a convention,
Genetech hired her a bodyguard. The guy ended up wasting her time and his
following her around.
Turned out the threats were just that—threats, all bark, no bite.
"The security team is genuinely worried this time around. Seems there's
something different about these letters that has gotten to them."
She grabbed the handle of one piece of luggage and started towards the hotel.
“I'm assuming that's why they booked me a room here,” she said and tilted her
head in the direction of the entrance.
Management wasn't stingy or opposed to showering its important employees, but
this wasn't normal.
The hotel was by far the nicest one the company had set her up in.
"Yes, that's part of what they did to guarantee your security,” Cliff said softly,
but just loud enough for her hear to him.
"Miss, may I be of some help?"
Michaela lifted her gaze at the sound of the man's attentive voice. Warm brown
eyes met hers.
A quick glance at the figure before her told Michaela he was the bellboy,
bellman to be more specific.
For the first time in weeks she felt her body react to a man's presence. It had
been some time since she registered anything even remotely close to desire. She
jolted at the response.
A slow smile, moved across her face. Voice deepened by interest, she answered
the man.
“Definitely.” There was just enough sultriness in her voice to let him know she
wasn't just talking about the luggage. The next time he spoke, the smile in his
