Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

of a right to be here than Brad did, and it worried her. She wanted to stay, but she didn’t want to give up Brad to do it. He’d been a really good, stabilizing force in her life.
    “All right,” she said finally, not quite sure what Brad’s last words had been. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
    “I don’t care.” He was sounding distracted again. “Whatever you feel like. Are we okay, though? Do you forgive me for this morning?”
    “Of course,” she said automatically. “I’d better get to work. I’ll see you when you get home.”
    “Unless you want to come in and have lunch,” he suggested, but he didn’t sound enthusiastic.
    “Better not. I’ve got a lot of work to do. Bye.” She hung up and went to the sink to start on the breakfast dishes.
    The phone rang again, and she went back to it absently. “Hello?”
    “Is this Allison Walker?” It was a man, and her instinctive thought that it might be a reservation died at the use of her name.
    “Yes,” she said hesitantly, trying to place the voice. It sounded vaguely familiar.
    “This is Charlie Wayne.” The plate she’d been holding almost went the way of her coffee cup, but she saved it at the last second. Her breath caught.
    “Are you there?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, as if she was afraid that she might be overheard, even though she knew no one else was in the house.
    “I hear you’ve opened a bed-and-breakfast. Congratulations.” He sounded cheerful and curious, as if he was an old friend calling to check up on her, rather than someone who had ruined her life six years before.
    “What do you want?” Her trepidation was turning into anger. What possible reason could he have for calling her now?
    He chuckled. “I’ve got an offer for you. We’ve got a new project…”
    “I’m not interested.” She made a tremendous effort to keep her voice from giving away the alarm his words had inspired in her.
    “Oh, come on, honey. At least listen…”
    “No!” She whipped around and slammed the phone into its cradle on the wall. She turned to the sink to steady herself then remembered that phones didn’t necessarily disconnect like that anymore. She swung back, shaking, and took it down to make sure. She heard a tinny voice saying, “—long time ago,” but she ignored it and hit the “End” button, wishing there was a more violent way of hanging up on people.
    Her head was spinning as she washed and dried the dishes, barely aware of what she was doing. She was just wiping down the counter when she heard the guest bell.
    Half expecting to see someone from a past that she much preferred to be dead and buried, Allie smoothed down her hair and straightened her T-shirt as she headed for the entryway. Brad hadn’t liked the thought of leaving the front door unlocked all day, but Allie had argued that if they were going to have guests coming and going, it was necessary. There was a desk with a bell just inside, and a woman was examining the flyer that described the property. She appeared to be in her midforties, with elegantly smooth, blonde hair and a dark gray suit that made her look as if she should be going to an office in the city, not checking in at a rural hotel. Allie could see a red convertible parked in the driveway through the screen door behind her.
    “Can I help you?” Allie concentrated on trying to sound friendly and efficient, not as if her whole world was teetering on the edge of ruin.
    The woman glanced up and gave her a quick once-over. She didn’t look like she was on vacation, Allie thought, although there was a suitcase on the floor next to her stylish high heels. She wasn’t going to be doing any hiking in those shoes. Maybe she’d had a breakfast meeting and was starting her vacation now.
    “Are you Allison Walker?” Her voice sounded almost suspicious.
    “Yes,” Allie sighed. It was beginning to seem like the universe was showering her with unwanted attention today, when all she wanted was to