Friends Wanting Benefits (15 page)

Dropping her rear end down to her ankles, Jillian craned her neck to look at Ethan.

"You see," Victoria said. "What'd I tell you? Even he's getting wood and he's not really looking."

"That's right, because I only have eyes for you, babe." Ethan shot Victoria a sexy grin then returned his attention to Jillian's rear end. "Cute butt, Jillian."

"Thanks."

"But wait." Victoria scowled. "Jillian lift up again please."

Jillian rose up again and the skirt went with it, re-exposing all her parts. Victoria stepped closer and audibly sucked some air through her teeth. "I'm right… I thought I saw a slight issue."

"What?"

"You might want to think about trimming the foliage back there."

"What do you mean?" Jillian replied, insulted.

"You know, you could use a little trim back there. You don't want to turn what should be an erotic experience into a safari."

"A safari?"

Ethan walked over carrying a bundle of clothing. He stopped and looked closely at Victoria's concern. "Oh, she looks fine."

"She's not fine." Victoria sighed. "You don't want George's view getting compromised."

"Compromised?" Ethan chuckled as he made his way back to the bathroom.

"Sorry, I'm still in F.B.I. mode."

Cringing, Jillian rolled over on the mattress and groaned. "Oh, I can't do this. I can write sexy, but I can't
be
sexy. It just doesn't work for me."

Victoria sat down on the bed next to her. "Sexy is all in your mind. Some people need more help than others, but believe me you don't need much help. Right, Ethan?"

Poking his head out of the bathroom, Ethan asked, "What?"

"She's sexy isn't she?"

He scoffed. "Yeah, I think I already shot... twice."

Closing her eyes, Jillian chuckled.

"You see?" Victoria widened her eyes. "As Austin Powers says, 'you're a sexy bitch!'"

Jillian sat up, sighed then grumbled. "Okay, I'll trim
things
and give it a shot."

"Well, nobody wants to have sex with someone with that attitude." Victoria frowned.

"Sorry." Jillian put on a smile. "I'll make it perfect and when I bend over he won't know what hit him."

"Now that's it."

A few hours later, Jillian had shaved all her critical areas without nicking herself once and was dressed in the short skirt and a tight blouse with her granny panties tucked safely away in the drawer. George sat on the sofa, wearing only a T-shirt, boxer shorts and dark socks, flipping through channels on the television.

Jillian emerged from the bathroom with her pulse quickened with anticipation.

Moving to the closet, she grabbed a necktie and held it behind her back as she sat down on the bed. His eyes remained glued to the screen. Nonchalantly, she extended her arm back and placed her prop down where Victoria had instructed. She rose to her feet and glanced to her preoccupied husband as she made her way back to the closet and announced, "I think you should wear your dark blue suit tonight."

He grunted in disinterested approval.

She handed him his pants and a shirt and sat down on the bed. "Why don't you get dressed and I'll see if our outfits look good together."

"Uh-huh." After rising to his feet, he pulled on his pants, buttoned them then slipped on the dress shirt and started to button it.

She smiled. "Now we just need a tie." She made a show of looking around the room, then her eyes got big. "Oh, here it is." Just as she turned over and started to crawl on the mattress toward the tie George's show went to commercial and he fanned his face with his hand. "Are you hot in here? I'm hot."

"What?" She assumed the sexy position, but no one was there to see it. Turning back, she frowned, then looked around the room, mystified. "George?"

She finally spotted him on the balcony gazing out at the ocean. Springing into action, she picked up the tie and adjusted her position so her perky ass was pointed his way. Now sideways on the bed near the edge, she held perfectly still as she craned her neck to glance back to him. She called out loudly, "OH, I THINK YOU SHOULD WEAR THIS TIE."

"What are you yelling about?"

Just as he turned back, one of her hands slipped off the mattress then the other and she went bare-ass over heels to the carpet. George caught none of the nudity and all of the fall.

"What are you doing?" Rushing in, he found her splayed out on the floor, hair a mess with unfortunately everything covered up.

"Are you okay?"

"Found your tie." Wearing an embarrassed smile, she held the tie up in the air.

He rolled his eyes. "You've got to be more careful." Taking hold of her arm, he helped her to her feet. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

He wrapped the tie around his neck and went to work on the knot. Sitting on the bed, Jillian pulled her knees up to her chest and gave him a modified Sharon Stone. "Dinner should be fun tonight, don't you think?"

"Uh-huh." His eyes returned to the screen as he plopped down on the sofa and slipped on his shoes. "Hey, you don't mind if I hit the casino for a few minutes before dinner do you?"

"Um, I—"

"Great." He popped to his feet smiling and grabbed a belt and slipped it around his waist. "Yeah, I've really been on a roll lately and I want to ride it."

"Why don't you ride me instead?" She grumbled softly and rolled her eyes.

"Huh?" He glanced back to her as he pulled his jacket from the closet.

"Nothing."

"I'll see you at the table." He pulled the door open.

"Want me to go with you?" She called to him then watched as the door slammed closed.

"Crap." Closing her eyes, she let her neck flop down on her chest and sighed.

When she opened her eyes, she spotted her reflection in the mirror. Spreading her legs a bit, she gazed curiously at her nakedness with her tongue tracing its way around her lips.

She widened her legs further then slowly slid her hand down her thigh to her entrance. Biting her lip, her eyelids fluttered closed as she circled a finger around her clitoris.

When she opened her eyes, she drank in her whole package and whispered to herself, "At least, I think I look good." She shrugged then plunged a finger inside and let out a low guttural moan.

Dialing up a number of recent memories— Ethan on the nude beach along with Ethan wearing only a towel just a few hours earlier, Jillian gave herself the biggest orgasm she'd experienced in more than a decade. When she was done she thought,
who needs a man?

Jillian stood outside the main dining room waiting. At 8:01 p.m. she rolled her eyes, cursed her husband under her breath then walked toward the head waiter. He beamed. "Mrs. Grayson, the captain is expecting you."

"Thank you."

The tall man in the tuxedo led Jillian toward a large circular table situated all by itself in the corner of the large room raised up on a two-step platform. As they approached, she heard a familiar loud female voice rolling with laughter then spotted Victoria sitting next to Captain Waterbrook with Ethan beside her.

"Jillian?" Smiling, Victoria's eyes widened.

"Hi. I didn't know you'd be dining with the captain," Jillian said.

"Welcome, Mrs. Grayson." The captain rose from his chair along with the other men at the table as Jillian took her seat across from Victoria. The other two authors were there along with their spouses and a few other guests at the table for twelve. The captain introduced Jillian to the author's spouses as well as the three other guests at the table she didn't know.

"My husband George is running a little late," Jillian admitted.

"Oh, that's fine," Waterbrook said. "Agent Wilde was just telling us a funny story about the time she brought down the mafia in Miami."

"Well, it wasn't the whole mafia," Victoria explained with a cringe and gesturing with her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "It was really just one small faction, but we'll get them all someday— we're still fighting the good fight."

"I know I feel a little safer having you onboard." The captain placed his hand over Victoria's and gave it a supportive pat.

"Oh, I'm sure we all do," Jillian agreed with just a bit of sarcasm seeping through her tone.

Theresa's husband, Jeff, looked to Victoria. "Agent Wilde, how does one end up with the F.B.I.? Were you always in law enforcement? Did you study criminal justice?"

"Huh?" Victoria looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"I mean, how did you end up with the bureau?"

All eyes were on the gorgeous special agent, waiting.

"Um, well…" She glanced around the table, nervously. "I, uh... After college I spent a little time traveling and then I just applied."

"I hear the academy is brutal, how in the world did you survive?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, it, uh... As they say, it ain't easy."

Jillian gave Victoria a sympathetic look.

"But what was the training like?"

"The training?"

"Yes, what was that like?" Jeff asked.

"Well, they have the obstacle course, of course…" Victoria let out a soft chuckle as she scanned her captivated audience. "Um, but the worst part was the, um, they harness you into this thing…" putting her hands in the air, she motioned in a chopping downward fashion as she continued to weave her tale, "… um, it's like an airplane cockpit and, um, they shoot you down this ramp and you crash into a pool."

"Wow." Jeff said as Victoria continued to dig a giant hole for herself. Jillian sunk a little lower in her seat, mortified.

Victoria spoke with more authority as she added, "And the hard part is you end up upside down and you have to undo the harness and swim to the surface. They tell you to watch your bubbles… That's the important thing."

Scoffing, Jeff narrowed his eyes. "You're talking about F.B.I. training, right?"

"Yes."

"That sounds like Navy Pilot training or something," Theresa said then she nudged her husband's arm as her eyes brightened. "Wait, isn't that like a scene from that old Richard Gere movie? What that's call—"

"What can I get everyone to drink?" the waiter interrupted.

"Oh thank God." Jillian said a little too loudly and all eyes went to her. She shrugged. "Sorry, it's been a long day."

"I shall start with you then." The waiter smiled.

"I'll have a vodka martini."

After getting all the drink orders, the waiter headed away just as George arrived and took his seat next to Jillian. "Sorry, I'm late."

Jillian flashed him a frown.

A security officer walked with purpose toward the table and whispered something in the captain's ear. Suddenly Waterbrook smiled and when the security officer headed away, he began, "We've been working on something that I wanted to share with you all— especially you Agent Wilde."

Victoria looked at him shocked. "Huh?"

"But I wanted to wait until everything was finalized and now that it is, uh, well… We were able to lift a thumb print from the door handle to the steam room. We took the prints immediately after the incident just as a formality although we weren't sure we could do anything with them."

Everyone at the table hung on the captain's every word as Victoria and Jillian shared a horrified look.

He continued, "We were lucky, in that, the locker room had just been cleaned, so there weren't a lot of prints. Actually there were three on the door handle, one was the victim Mr. Stein, obviously, and the other was Mr. Grayson here who happened to be in the locker room bathroom at the time of the incident and a third unidentified print. That's the one we believe is from the perpetrator."

"This is, um, great news." Jillian took a big swig from her wineglass. "Yes, that's a wonderful new development."

Waterbrook turned his attention to George. "Thank you Mr. Grayson for working with us today by providing your fingerprints."

George dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "It's the least I could do."

"When did you do this?" Jillian whispered to him.

"Earlier." George shrugged. "You were signing books or something."

"For the last few days our technology officer has been working around the clock to retrofit a new passenger identification system, which the cruise line has been beta testing."

"Wow…" Victoria widened her eyes. "That's just… Wow."

"I know, he's very talented," Waterbrook agreed. "When we dock tomorrow at our final stop rather than simply scanning your ID pass at the embarkation point, passengers will be required to provide their fingerprint on a digital scanner."