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her.
    “Just following orders,” she told him. The effects of the alcohol had her focusing on her words. “It’s very important to follow Felicity’s directions to the letter.”
    “I know all about following orders,” he replied. “Maybe we can help. What were her directions?”
    “Four or five good stiff drinks, tell the bartender to make sure someone got me safely back to my room, and then dream about every fantasy coming true.”
    “What kind of fantasy?”
    Hancock gestured at Franklin and the two moved to flank her. Francine sipped on the frothy pink drink and studied the man on her right. He was handsome but she didn’t feel anything. And when he frowned, she realized she had said it aloud.
    The other man laughed and spoke into his phone. “Ben’s not quite the lady-killer after all, Grant. He just got shot down at the hotel bar by Francine Lincoln.”
    “Very funny, smart-ass,” Ben shook his head. “How about Bron?”
    She looked at the man on her left. His dark blond hair was a bit longer and light blue eyes promised all sorts of adventures. But she didn’t feel anything. With a sigh, she took a big swallow.
    “I guess Kevin was right. I am an Ice Queen.” She raised her glass. “All hail, Francine the Ice Queen.”
    As she finished her drink, Ben shook his head. “Maybe he didn’t know how to fulfill your fantasies. Maybe the problem was him. Not you.”
    She cocked her head to one side and considered that. Ben gestured to the bartender for another round.
    “You think so?” she whispered.
    “What are your wildest fantasies?”
    “Oh, they’re too wild.” She giggled. “I mean, I hardly dare even think about them.”
    “I doubt you could shock us,” Ben told her. “Unless you’re talking orgies to rival Rome at its worst.”
    Francine’s eyes widened slightly and she blushed. “No, nothing that wild. At least, I…”
    “How many men?”
    “Just one,” she whispered as the bartender put another drink before her.
    “What does he do first?”
    “Well, he…” Francine chattered on, describing in detail her deepest darkest desires to two strangers.
     
    “Grant,” Bron hissed into the phone. “You’re not going to believe this. Keep quiet while I put my cell on speaker so you can hear.”
    In the middle of getting the security report, Grant scowled at the speaker phone on his study desk. He’d been distracted enough when Bronson had mentioned Francine Lincoln being in the bar. And now Bron was going to put her on speaker? Maybe she had a horrible speaking voice and that would help him deal with the sexual fantasies that were coming fast and furious. Ah, hell! He opened a drawer and pulled out the magazine, flipping out the double-sized layout of her body sprinkled with rose petals. He could feel his body reacting to the sight.
    “You were saying, Francine?” Bronson said. “Finish your drink and tell us more about your fantasies.”
    There was a pause and he heard a thud, as if someone had put a glass down.
    “Um… Oh, what the hell.” She giggled. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be spanked. After I’ve done something I shouldn’t, of course. Like the man told me not to touch him somewhere and I did anyway, or had an orgasm when he wanted me to wait. I read about that once,” she sighed. “I’ve never done it though.”
    Grant clenched his jaw. Her voice was clear and distinct. It would have been too much to ask for her to have a shrill, harsh voice.
    “Is that all you would want done?”
    He heard Ben’s low words ordering another round.
    “I read something once,” came the husky voice. “Oh, thank you, but this will have to be my last drink. What was I saying?”
    “You read something?” Bronson prompted.
    “Oh, yes,” she whispered, hiccupping gently. “In the story, the woman was tied to a bench, and the man put things in her pussy and ass and spanked her until she had an orgasm. Then he made her take his cock in her