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An
Ellora’s
Cave
Romantica
Publication

www.ellorascave.com

 

 

Screw Cupid

 

ISBN # 9781419908019

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Screw Cupid Copyright© 2007
Arianna
Hart

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Syneca.

 

Electronic book Publication: February 2007

 

This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc

1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.

 

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.

Content Advisory:

 

                                                 
S – ENSUOUS

                                                 
E – ROTIC

                                                 
X – TREME

 

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of
Romantica
™ reading entertainment: S (S-
ensuous
), E (E-
rotic
), and X (X-
treme
).

 

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

 

S-
e
nsuous
love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

 

E-
rotic
love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. E-rated titles might contain material that some readers find objectionable—in other words, almost anything goes, sexually. E-rated
titles are the most graphic titles we carry in terms of both sexual language and descriptiveness in these works of literature.

 

X-
treme
titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline
execution. Stories designated with the letter X tend to contain difficult or controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

Screw Cupid

Arianna
Hart

 

 

Chapter One

Happy Valentines Day!

Don’t have a significant other to spend Valentine’s Day with?

Who cares? Screw Cupid!

Follow the link for a sensual celebration and spend Valentine’s Day like never before.

 

Reannah
Mason stared at the E-
vite
on her monitor for the millionth time. She’d received the strange invitation over a month ago and still wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it.

At first she’d thought it was from her best friend, Molly, until she’d followed the link. Molly might be a practical joker but even she wouldn’t go this far. The directions included a medical form she’d had to have her doctor sign declaring she was on birth control and free of any and all disease.

Her face flamed as she remembered bringing that piece of paper into the office. Thank God her
gynecologist
had a sense of
humor
.

After she’d ruled out Molly as the sender,
Reannah
began discreetly asking around to see if anyone else received the anonymous invitation. She’d struck out there too.

Of course, if someone had asked her whether or not she’d gotten an invitation to what amounted to a Valentine’s Day orgy she’d probably deny it with her dying breath.

Almost against her will, she clicked on the link again and reread the directions she’d practically memorized.

The party begins at ten p.m. and not a minute sooner. Your costume and mask will be delivered the day of the party. Anyone attempting to enter without either mask or costume will be refused admittance.

This is for consenting adults only and absolutely no coercion will be tolerated.

Transportation to and from will be provided. You may leave at any time—not that you’ll want to.

And remember, what happens at The House of Eros stays there.

 

If this was a prank, it was a damn expensive one. Sending costumes and transportation—even if they were cheesy—wasn’t cheap. Who would go through all that trouble and expense to stage such a joke?

“Screw Cupid?
That sounds interesting.” A deep male voice vibrated through her body and lodged in her pussy.

Reannah
immediately closed the screen and spun around in her cubicle to face Kiefer Brown—her worst nightmare, and her darkest fantasy.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it was rude to read over someone’s shoulder?”

“You sit in a cubicle in the middle of fifty engineers and programmers. If you didn’t want anyone knowing what you were reading then you shouldn’t have opened it up at work.”

His hazel eyes glittered with good
humor
—as usual. Kiefer always seemed to be laughing at some joke only he knew the punch line to. It annoyed the hell out of
Reannah
because she was sure the joke was on her.

“So, what was that, anyway?” He leaned a hip against her desk, invading her personal space.

“Nothing.
Just a prank someone sent me.” She tried to breathe as shallowly as possible to avoid inhaling his spicy fragrance. His cologne haunted her midnight fantasies.

“Looks interesting.”

“Hardly.”
If he only knew how interesting

“So I take it you’re not into the whole Valentine’s Day shtick?”

“What ever gave you that idea?”

“Maybe it’s the fact that you’re wearing black when even the most clueless geek here has at least a little bit of red on. Or it could be that you still have your Christmas decorations up on your cubicle instead of a bunch of foil hearts like everyone else. Or—I’m going out on a limb here—it might be because you have a picture of Cupid with a big ‘X’ through him on your laptop.” He picked up the stress ball on her desk and tossed it from one hand to the other.

Reannah
had to tear her eyes away from the hypnotic sight of those long fingered hands fondling the glob of plastic.
How would it feel to have those fingers on her breasts?

Christ, she needed to snap out of it! “I always knew you were bright.”

“So, what gives? I thought all girls loved getting flowers and overpriced boxes of candy from their sweethearts on V-day.”

“You thought wrong.” If she had a sweetheart she’d have loved to have gotten flowers and chocolate. Unfortunately, it had been so long since her last serious relationship she’d forgotten what it was like to celebrate February 14
th
with anything but dread.

“Don’t tell me you’re alone this year?” He put his hand to his chest in mock distress. “I don’t believe it. With all these guys panting after one of the few women in the company you couldn’t find a date for Valentine’s Day?”

Being a technical writer for a computer software firm meant the male to female ratio was about fifty to one. Great odds on paper but the reality was slightly different. Half of the men she worked with were either too young or already in committed relationships. The other forty-nine percent were so consumed with computer games and cyber worlds they didn’t have a clue what to do with a real, live woman.

That left the one percent currently sitting his world-class buns on her desk.

Kiefer Brown knew his way around a sales pitch but his value to the company went way beyond bringing in clients. With his good looks and charm to smooth the way between brainy geeks and savvy businessmen, Kiefer had helped make
Zera
Technologies Inc. one of the most sought-after software firms in the business.

Of course, half the time all he had to do was walk into the room and the bid was as good as theirs.
Reannah
had been at sales meetings with him and watched as he turned female accountants into putty in his hands. If his wavy, golden brown hair and hazel eyes didn’t grab their attention, his killer smile and voice smooth as melted chocolate did. Before he even started the pitch he’d already closed the deal.

She knew the only reason he flirted with her so much was because she was one of the few females at
Zera
. To him it was as natural as breathing, it didn’t mean anything. And if she ever responded to one of his blatant invitations, he’d run so fast in the opposite direction he’d leave skid marks on the carpet.

Been there, done that, outgrew the t-shirt.

“Earth to
Reannah
?”

“Huh? What? Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”

“Then I’ll ask again. Do you have plans for tonight?”

He wasn’t asking her out, was he? No, he couldn’t be. His little vulnerable act was probably just the set up to a joke. He more than likely had plans with that knockout he’d taken to the Christmas part.

“I’m going to a party.” The words popped out of her mouth before she’d even realized she’d made a conscious decision to go.

Who was she kidding? She wouldn’t have gone to her doctor and gotten the form filled out if she wasn’t planning on going.

“Oh, well have a good time.”

“I’m sure I will.”

His face lost a little of its usual good
humor
and for a second
Reannah
thought maybe he really
was
going to ask her out and she’d blown it. But his smile snapped back in place seconds later so she must have just imagined it.

“I guess I’d better get going then so you can leave on time.” He tossed her the stress ball and straightened from his perch.

“Thanks. Have a good weekend. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“If not sooner.”

Now what did he mean by that?

 

Kiefer hustled to his office and shut the door behind him. Being the top salesman had its privileges and having his own office instead of a six-by-six cubicle was one of them. He scrolled through his inbox at a furious pace.

Ah, there it was. He knew the picture he’d seen on
Reannah’s
monitor looked familiar. He’d gotten the same E-
vite
and almost deleted it as spam, but for some reason hadn’t. Curiosity had made him click on the link to see what the deal was. After he’d read all the cloak and dagger directions, he’d thought it was a joke but saved it anyway.

Now that he knew
Reannah
was going, he was willing to revisit the idea. He skimmed through the oddball directions then glanced at his watch. If he wanted to make the deadline he had a lot to do in a short period of time.

His cock hardened as he thought about finally getting his hands on
Reannah’s
delicious body. He’d been after her for months and she hadn’t budged an inch. All his usual tactics and charm had failed miserably to get him more than a lunch date with her. That woman had him so tied up in knots he hadn’t been able to concentrate on anyone else.

What was it about
Reannah
that captured his attention to the point of enforced celibacy? She wasn’t
that
gorgeous. Granted, her red hair and green eyes were unusual and her body was pleasantly curvy, but so were a hundred other women that he had contact with on a regular basis.

But none of them made his mouth water and palms sweat whenever he got within five feet of them. Every time
Reannah
bent over in her low-slung jeans showing the scrap of lace peeking out from under her waistband, his libido shot through the roof.

A relaxed dress code had never been such a mixed blessing before. Maybe if
Reannah
was forced to wear a boxy suit instead of hip-hugging jeans he wouldn’t be so consumed with her?

Kiefer pictured her with her wildly curling red hair pinned into a tidy bun, wearing a boring blue suit that came down to her knees. His imagination took off and the hemline jumped to mid-thigh. Instead of boring flats, she wore stiletto heels and garters.

Heat pooled in his crotch as he fantasized about her unbuttoning the demure white blouse to reveal a lacy black bra underneath. His erection threatened to split the zipper on his khakis as his dream
Reannah
stripped down to a lacy thong and straddled his lap.

The shrill ring of his cell phone had him jumping out of his leather chair like a scalded cat.

“Kiefer Brown,” he answered a little breathlessly. He felt like he’d just been caught with his pants down—literally instead of in his dreams.


Keef
, that lawyer we’ve been trying to nail down wants to meet tonight. I know
it’s
Friday and Valentine’s Day but do you think you can get over to his office?” Paul, Kiefer’s boss, didn’t sound very enthusiastic about the meeting.

“Not this time. I have too much to do before tonight. In fact, I might knock off a little early.”

“Got a hot date, huh?”

“Something
like
that.”

“I understand. God knows Cathy would kill me if I
canceled
our reservations tonight. I’ll tell him we’ll meet with him on Monday.”

Guilt nudged Kiefer. “If you think we’ll lose the deal, I can try to rearrange things.” He didn’t know how, but Paul had been good to him and Kiefer didn’t want to miss a million dollar deal because he was horny. It wasn’t like him to push aside a potential business deal for his personal life but damn it, he wanted to be at that party with
Reannah
.

“Nope.
Don’t even think about it. This guy has been
dicking
us around for months. He can wait a few days to make us jump through another hoop. Have a great time and don’t worry about a thing.”

“I’ll try not to,” Kiefer replied, faxing the form to his doctor’s office.

He had a feeling all his worries were going to be over very soon.

* * * * *

She couldn’t do it. There was no way she could go to a party dressed like this.
Reannah
twisted in front of the full-length mirror and tried to pinpoint exactly what it was that made her want to run for cover.

The boots came up to mid-thigh and had heels like ice-picks, that
was
the first problem. Although, the long, button-down skirt covered most of the boots so she didn’t look too much like a dominatrix. She didn’t want to examine why one would provide thigh-high boots if they were just going to be hidden under a long skirt. The obvious answer—because someone would be seeing her without the skirt—scared the hell out of her.

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