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DIRTY BUSINESS

Fantasies Unleashed 1

by
Mara Leigh

Vicky has been publicly dubbed an Ice Queen. While this helps in her male dominated industry, as a woman it stings. Appearing as the keynote speaker at a huge Las Vegas conference, Vicky secretly defies her public persona, fulfilling her fantasy to be secretly sexually aroused in public. But when one of the men she encounters wants more than sex, it brings all her assumptions into question, revealing new desires-and the possibility of love.

This is the first installment in the hot new Fantasies Unleashed series.

Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright © Mara Leigh

Cover design © Mara Leigh

Cover photo DollarPhotoClub.com

Digital edition 1.0

ISBN: 978-0-9938559-3-1

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Table of Contents

Welcome

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Note to Readers

Sneak Peek of Bedded by Strangers

Titles by Mara Leigh

Chapter One

V
icky was glad her suite was the only one on the top floor of the luxury Las Vegas hotel. This way, no one would witness her meeting a pimp. Or should she say madam? Neither label seemed to fit the sophisticated woman standing at her door.

“Hello,” the woman said. “I’m Eleanor Rigby, president and founder of Fantasies Unleashed.”

As Eleanor extended her slender hand to shake, Vicky guessed that the woman was in her early forties, not many years older than she—although her upswept gray hair gave her the gravitas of a much older woman.

“Very pleased to meet you.” Vicky gestured for Eleanor to enter, and closed the door behind her. “Is that really your name?”

“My parents were fans.” Eleanor waited in the foyer, her black stiletto pumps contrasting against the white marbled floor of the spacious entryway. In one hand she held a dove-gray handbag, and in the other a matching briefcase.

“Your bags are beautiful,” Vicky said. “I don’t recognize the brand.”

“Oh, they aren’t any particular brand,” Eleanor said, as if she were dismissing her accessories as cheap knockoffs, when clearly they weren’t. Even without touching them, Vicky could spot the quality of the soft leather, the precision of the stitching, the strength in the handles and clasps. “Were they custom made?”

“Yes,” Eleanor smiled. “Someone I found in Milan.”

“You must give me his information.”

“With pleasure.”

Vicky had an unmistakable feeling that under different circumstances this woman could be her friend, which was crazy. Even disregarding the woman’s profession, Vicky strictly avoided personal relationships with employees, vendors, potential donors or grant recipients from her foundation.

Since that pretty much covered everyone on the planet, except for Susanna and Elaine whom she’d known since third grade when her family had moved to New York, Vicky had no real friends. But while this couldn’t be more than business, Eleanor certainly excelled at putting her clients at ease. She was good at her job, and Vicky admired that. A lot.

“Please”—she strode down the hall toward the suite’s main room—“let’s sit so we can get down to business.” She’d intended to use the dining room table for today’s negotiations, but instead she chose the more relaxed setting of the sofas, gathered in front of the gas fireplace in her large suite, dozens of stories above the Las Vegas strip. There was enough seating in the living room for thirty, but there was no way she’d ever entertain or hold any
real
meetings in her hotel room at a conference—that’s what private meeting rooms were for. This encounter required extra discretion.

She gestured toward one of the white leather sofas decorated with burnt orange and burgundy throw cushions, and Eleanor sat, putting the elegant handbag beside her and the briefcase on the heavy glass coffee table.

“Would you like coffee or tea?” Vicky asked.

“No, thank you.”

What a relief. Vicky wasn’t certain where to find such things in the suite, even though she knew both would be available quickly if she called the penthouse concierge.

She’d given her assistant, Evan, the afternoon off, and based on the look on the handsome twenty-six-year-old’s face when she’d told him, she’d nearly given him a heart attack. When he recovered, he’d gushed his gratitude, thinking that she’d granted him time off because this conference was in Las Vegas, a place he’d made it clear he’d been dying to visit.

It had felt good to do something nice for the kid. He was very loyal and worked hard—one of the best assistants she’d ever had—but her motives had been less than altruistic. No one, not even Evan, who was privy to nearly all her confidential business deals, could know what she had planned over the upcoming days.

Vicky sat in the chair across from Eleanor, staying right at the edge so that the soles of her nude Louboutins could rest on the royal blue carpet. With her short stature and slight build, Vicky often had to make adjustments to avoid looking like a child when seated in a chair. In fact, she had to be cognizant of many such things. It was bad enough that people were only interested in her for her money. Show one hint of weakness and no one would take a five-foot-three, one-hundred-and-ten-pound woman seriously.

Vicky had to create her gravitas from her posture, her clothing, from her dyed-nearly-black and severely cut shoulder-length hair, currently upswept in a bun.

Eleanor opened her briefcase. “I’ve made a selection of fantasy facilitators who would excel at fulfilling your particular fantasy. You may select whichever one, or ones, you prefer.”

She handed a leather-bound portfolio to Vicky. Inside were photographs of the most stunning men Vicky had ever seen, as well as some beautiful women. She kept her expression neutral, trying to look bored as she flipped through her choices. “I can’t tell from a photo.” She set the portfolio on her lap. “Is there a way that I could meet some of the men? Hold interviews?”

“Certainly,” Eleanor said, “but let’s discuss your fantasy further, first. Can you reiterate your needs?”

Vicky rested her hand on the chair’s arm. “I’d prefer if you explained your current understanding of my needs.” She’d already gone through the embarrassment of telling this woman what she wanted once. Plus, she’d learned over the years that she often got better results during negotiations when she let the individual on the other side of the table make offers.

Her negotiating skills had helped to earn her the moniker Ice Queen. She’d known about the nickname for a while, but seeing it in a bright white font over her portrait on the cover of last month’s
Fortune
magazine had stung. In fact, if Vicky were honest with herself, it had sparked her desire to bring her fantasy to life.

Eleanor smoothed her hand over the light wool of her pale blue skirt. “Your fantasy, as I understand it, is to have secret sexual encounters while attending an important business conference. And you want to be turned on and feel sexual in front of a crowd without their knowledge.” Eleanor leaned slightly forward. “Reading between the lines, I also believe you’d like to be surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“The element of surprise is not necessary.” Eleanor took a leather-bound notebook from her briefcase. “If you like, we can plan ahead for every detail.”

Vicky pressed her shoes into the carpet. “Surprise sounds... interesting.” She handed the portfolio of men back to Eleanor. “In fact, I think it’s best if I have no idea who’ll be approaching me.”

“As you wish.” Eleanor nodded. “We’ll devise a way for you to identify the men, so that you know they’re one of my staff and not some random stranger.”

“I doubt that will be a problem.”

“Forgive me, but why not? Surely men approach you all the time.”

Vicky forced herself to keep eye contact. “Not for sex.”

“I find that very hard to believe.”

“If they did, why would I need to hire you?”

“People hire my company for lots of reasons,” Eleanor said in a comforting tone. “Some of our clients don’t want to share their fantasies with their partners or friends; some are lonely; some are suffering through grief or trauma, and our staff help them cope. And yes, some of our clients have difficulties meeting sexual partners, but you certainly don’t fit into that last category.”

“Yes, of course.” She’d revealed more of herself than she’d meant to. “But if your man makes his intentions clear, that he’s interested in sex, I’m confident I won’t have a problem identifying him.”

Eleanor shifted forward. “I prefer to have safeguards to ensure my clients remain safe.”

“Don’t worry,” Vicky said. “I only meet three kinds of men at these events: those who want to talk business, those who are too drunk to talk business, and those who are too intimidated by my position to approach me in the first place.” She shook her head. “My money, my position, my power. Any men I meet in social situations are so worried about pleasing me they forget that they’re men.”

Eleanor set the portfolio and notebook into her briefcase. “I take it you like strong men, then. Assertive.”

Vicky drew a long breath. “I don’t want a Neanderthal or anything like that. I don’t want an arrogant asshole who thinks he can push me around. I want a partner, an equal. And in my position, such men don’t exist.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Bill Gates is married,” she joked.

“Bill Gates is your type?”

Vicky laughed, in spite of herself. “No. In fact, if you send me a guy who looks like Bill—” She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then looked back to Eleanor. “What I mean is that the billionaire population is limited, especially self-made ones, and most men are intimidated by women with money. The men who attend these conferences come off insipid, especially when talking to me one on one.” She rested her hands on her knees. “Listen, we’ve gotten off track. I’m not looking for love here.” She shook her head. “They call me the Ice Queen, you know.”

“Who does?”

“My staff, the technology and philanthropic communities at large.
Fortune
magazine.” She drew a long breath. “If I were a man, I’d be seen as powerful, strong, no matter what I looked like.”

“Bill Gates.”

“Exactly! But as a woman, I’m either seen as tiny and weak—”

“Surely not.”

“Not anymore. But the ways I’ve learned to deal with that problem have created another. An Ice Queen problem.”

“I see.”

“For the duration of this two-day conference I don’t want to feel like an Ice Queen. I still want to
look
like one, mind you, but I want to
feel
sexy and feminine. I want what I’m feeling inside to be the opposite of what I’m portraying in public.”

“That”—Eleanor rose—“is something I know we can help you with.”

“Fantastic.” Vicky reached out to shake Eleanor’s hand.

Chapter Two

V
icky stood with her assistant, Evan, near the edge of the opening reception. All around her, men and women chatted in groups under a dozen large chandeliers that scattered light over the formal wear of the thousands of attendees at this think-tank-style conference. She couldn’t remember the conference’s title. They’d all started to blur. She enjoyed public speaking, and while her appearances always improved donations to the Foundation, attending these events had grown tedious.

This one might be less so. She wished she’d asked Eleanor what time her fantasy would begin. Would a man approach her at the cocktail party tonight? She was beginning to question adding the element of surprise to the mix. How long had it been since someone or something had truly surprised her?

A tall man in a sleek tux approached them, his hand extended.

“Gregory Hoffman, president of Monitor Electronics,” Evan whispered in her ear.

“Greg.” She quickly shook his hand. “How lovely to see you. How are you enjoying Las Vegas?”

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