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this.”
    “I know what a personal fantasy consultant is,”
Maeve grumbled. “And if you had talked about anything more
interesting on the plane besides the number of orgasms you planned
on having, I would have paid more attention.”
    “Bitch,” Trinity said with a good-natured grin and
swayed across the room to the doorway of her bedroom.
    The concierge tried to cover his laugh by clearing
his throat. “If there is anything you ladies need, please don’t
hesitate to call. Everything you order is included in your prize
package, including any spa treatments you wish to indulge in.” He
closed the door with a smile, and Maeve couldn’t help but grin at
Trinity. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all, Maeve thought as
she took a deep breath and let her shoulders relax.
    She stepped out of her five-inch black heels with a
grateful sigh, leaned on one of the leather bar stools, and rubbed
her stocking-clad foot. She’d stayed at work until well past
midnight in an effort to make sure everything was in place before
she left, and now she was paying for it. “Would you be mad if I
went to bed early?”
    Trinity opened the door to her room, then glanced
back over her shoulder. “You have twenty minutes to get ready until
I come hunt you down.” Her tone was teasing, but the look in her
eyes was deadly serious. “Now go slut it up, and we’ll have a drink
before we head out.” She shut the door before Maeve could come up
with a good retort.
    Maeve glared at the door to Trinity’s room and
gathered up her heels, curious if her bedroom lived up to the
stunning living room.
    It didn’t disappoint.
    A massive four-poster bed with a gold velvet canopy
took up half the room. The bedspread was a lush green silk
embroidered with gold scrollwork depicting unicorns and griffins.
Tossing her heels into one corner, she examined herself in the
floor-to-ceiling mirror that dominated the wall in front of the
bed. It would be wonderful for watching herself having sex. Her
first boyfriend, Rafe, had had a huge mirror over his dresser
facing his bed, and she’d loved how turned on he would get from
watching them have sex. He’d made her feel so beautiful, so
desirable, and seeing their bodies move together had never failed
to give her earthshaking orgasms. The thought brought a blush to
her cheeks, and she looked away from her reflection.
    After a quick glance at her gold wristwatch, she
decided to unpack and pick out an outfit. She found her suitcases
inside a luxurious walk-in closet that was the stuff of fantasies.
Giving in to a rare impulse, she twirled around in the giant closet
and giggled. What she wouldn’t do to have a wardrobe like this at
her tiny apartment in New York.
    Soft fabric slid through her fingers as she began to
unpack. She smiled happily, and a sigh slipped past her full lips
as she came across her secret vice: sexy lingerie. Garter belts,
merry widows, stockings, and her personal favorite, crotchless
panties. All things that she wore under her corporate armor to
remind herself that she was still a woman. She loved the thrill of
shocking a man when she removed her suit and wore only a corset and
a tiny thong.
    With her hourglass figure, she had to wear her suit
jackets a bit baggy. If they were properly nipped at the waist, it
made her large breasts achieve almost pornographic proportions. She
had learned early on that the corporate world didn’t take seriously
young women who looked like walking sex, no matter what school they
graduated from.
    As she hung her suit jacket on a silk-covered
hanger, she felt the first stirrings of real excitement. She could
be whoever she wanted to here. No one knew her except for Trinity,
and she would never gossip to the office. Maeve could be as
feminine and sexy…and dare she say it…as slutty as she wanted.
    Her pussy tightened, and she glanced over at the
vibrator she’d brought with her. Licking her lips, she debated if
she had time for one small orgasm before