Who's On Top by Lisa Renee Jones.pdf

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Who’s On Top

ISBN # 1-4199-0622-4

Edited by Shannon Combs.

Cover art by Willo.

Electronic book Publication: May 2006

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been

rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

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W HO ’ S O N T OP

Lisa Renee Jones

Chapter One

Reese Winter hit her proverbial “hot spot” in a wicked way.

Not many men got that rating in her book. Of course, she wasn’t alone in her

assessment. Reese made a lot of women hot. The high-priced defense attorney drew

plenty of attention. For one thing, he had a knack for getting really bad people off some

pretty nasty charges. It gave him a sense of power. An air of success and confidence. He

smiled and women swooned. No one really considered what kind of ethical lines he

crossed to win his cases. Not with his movie star good looks and suave way with

words.

Catherine Maxwell knew the type well. After all, her father was both CEO and

founder of Maxwell Beverages. In other words, one of the corporate types who bent the

rules to meet his needs. Someone like Reese. What she hadn’t learned from that venue,

she’d learned from her hound-dog brothers who were too good-looking for their own

good. They’d taught her much about the psyche of men. Then, of course, her job as

entertainment reporter for The New York Review had added even more clarity to the

world of the down and dirties. Money. Power. They corrupted and controlled the

world. And then there was sex… Sex was a weapon. She’d seen others use it and she

had learned how to profit from its rewards as well.

From across the bar, Catherine let her gaze roam toward the object of this evening’s

obsession and found him looking at her as well. For a good hour, and the better part of

an extra large frozen margarita, they’d been doing a sultry exchange of heated glances.

She, killing time before an interview with a new Broadway sensation. He, having some

meeting with an older, stuffy-looking man in a suit.

Her eyes locked with Reese’s and awareness charged the air. Her attraction to him

was crazy, considering he wasn’t her kind of man. Not at all. She liked artists and

Who’s On Top

creative types who had no agenda but feeling good. Yet with each contact, the looks

grew less subtle. More charged.

Damn the man was sexy.

His dark hair fell over his brow with a bit of wildness. It begged for her fingers.

And his eyes…she couldn’t see the color now, but she’d seen them on television and in

photos. They were blue. A vivid color that made people do a double take. And, finally,

his full bottom lip. Oh yeah. She could already imagine kissing him.

If only she didn’t have this interview…

Truth be told, her extreme reaction to Reese could be a result of her lack of a sex life.

It had been months since she’d found a good diversion. Since her best friend announced

her engagement and then married. Somehow a little fling here or there had lost its

appeal. Until tonight. Tonight Reese, and a little privacy, sounded mighty good.

Catherine knew watching her best friend play house had gotten to her. It had

messed with her head in ways she didn’t quite understand. She’d never admit it, but

she even felt a pinch of jealousy. Happy jealousy. If anyone deserved good things it was

Lauren. Her best friend shared one of those unique bonds with her man that few had.

This was one of the few times Catherine thought maybe, just maybe, a couple had a real

shot at happily-ever-after.

But in her real world, Catherine knew there would be none of that for her. She also

knew a good dose of the human touch would get her past her weird mood. The one she

slipped into on occasion when she felt…alone. What made her feel that way she didn’t

know? It just happened every now and then. And over time she’d found what chocolate

didn’t cure, sex did. She’d tried chocolate in many forms. Ice cream. Candy. Cake. If she

ate much more she’d have to hit the gym. So sex seemed the better option.

And judging from the way Reese was staring at her, he needed a little under the

covers action himself.

After another sizzling moment, he looked away, obviously drawn by something the

man he was meeting with had said. She watched as they stood and shook hands.

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