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  Tomorrow is Saturday. We can’t ask her to leave her kids on the weekend.

  You’re right. Leave it until Monday.

  “I’ve already said too much. I can’t say more. I don’t want a defamation of character lawsuit on my hands. I should go…” She stood and walked past Josh. She opened the door and then hesitated.

  “You can contact Cammie’s agent, Alison Kent. Her number is in my database. You already have my password. You can tell her that I sent you. I don’t know if she’ll reveal Cammie’s whereabouts. She left town abruptly years ago and didn’t leave anyone a forwarding address.”

  No forwarding address? Must have been something really serious, Jode murmured.

  “Alison will be able to tell you if Cammie is still available. If I were you two I would hurry before Earl finds her first. The bet you made with him will make him even more aggressive than he already is.”

  Josh nodded. The now-familiar twist of desperation raged through him yet again. It seemed as if Earl was a bigger monster than they’d originally thought.

  “You heard the lady. We’d better move fast,” Jode said after Kim left the room.

  “I’m already on it,” Josh replied and quickly headed to Jode’s computer.

  * * * * *

  “Think artistic nude with toy insertions. Think sex. Red-hot sex with two scrumptious males and Sexy Toys’ Past meets Future Red line of solar-powered toys,” Cammie Creek’s red-haired agent Alison Kent said excitedly. Alison had called late last night insisting they get together for a breakfast meeting because she was taking the Acela from New York and she had a job opportunity Cammie would not be able to pass up.

  Now they sat at Cammie’s favorite downtown Philadelphia breakfast bar, sipping green tea and munching blueberry bagels doused with the bar’s ultra-delicious blueberry cream cheese as a wicked nervousness raced through her. Sexy Toys wanted her back after all these years.

  “They’re thinking videos, toy trailers, advertisement layouts in all the major toy magazines and websites. The works. As I said, the new owners want only you. And they want you yesterday.” Alison nodded to the arrangement of papers Cammie was sifting through.

  “I met with the owners last night. They are really eager to meet you. They said they saw your photos in the conference room. Those two men are so hot, sexy and young. I know a secret about them, but you’ll know what it is when you see them.”

  A secret? Before Cammie could question her, Alison continued.

  “I like their vision. Past embraces future. You’re from their past. A successful past, I might add, and their new line sounds impressive. You’ll work exclusively with the two owners and the male models. I told them you have a gorgeous house filled with gorgeous rooms so they can use it for their shoot and they agreed. As you’ve seen there’s a property release form in there too along with the model release agreement.”

  “Alison…”

  “I know, I know. You guys had a falling-out years ago, but this money is just way too good to give up. Earl is not involved in the shoot. The new owners have promised not to let him know your whereabouts.”

  “Do they know what happened?” Surely they didn’t or they wouldn’t be asking for her services. There was no way Earl would allow it.

  “Honey, everything was kept hush-hush back then.”

  “Except for Earl, who continued bad-mouthing me to everyone who’d listen. I should have gone to the cops.”

  “He’s just an asshole.”

  Sudden rage tore through her. “That asshole almost ruined my modeling career with him stalking me and he screwed me out of my rightful part-ownership of Sexy Toys!”

  Alison shifted uneasily in her seat as she looked around the bar. Cammie realized she’d snapped too loudly and some of the patrons were observing them.

  Cammie lowered her voice. “Sorry, but I got the shitty end of the stick. I didn’t have the confidence to do the right thing back then. He’s still working there and I’ve been chasing peanuts and keeping a low profile. I loved that job. I helped start that business and then I was out on my ass when the shit hit the fan.”

  Alison’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

  “Of course I will get them to double the offer before accepting…”

  Double the offer? Cammie’s head spun. She wasn’t worth that much. Was she? Defiance blossomed inside her. Heck yes, she was worth that much. She’d been good at her job as an erotic model for Sexy Toys. She’d made herself the figurehead of that business, making sure she was front and center with Sexy Toys’ toys at all the conventions. Sales had skyrocketed when she’d been with the company.

  “They owe you big-time for allowing you to leave. If you accept the double offer, then you can get that custom-made two-car garage with that huge studio loft you’ve been dreaming about.”

  Alison paused for effect and Cammie knew it was to let it sink in about the garage and loft. For that past few years her modeling jobs were becoming fewer and fewer. In this business younger models were more popular. She realized that. Understood the industry.

  She’d done all the right things in keeping herself fit. She’d taken good care of herself by eating balanced meals, continuing her running regime and doing yoga and mind relaxation exercises. She’d banked money for her retirement, paid off her home and at forty-two she was ready to start a new career. She just didn’t know what.

  Yet here was Alison making her a lucrative offer she could only have dreamed of until this proposal.

  Alison continued, her smile dipping into a grimace. Cammie tensed. Oh great, something is wrong. It sounded too good to be true.

  “There’s one little hitch. They want everything done by the end of this coming week. So by Friday morning.”

  End of this week! It was Sunday. The woman was crazy! She couldn’t do this in such a short time. Photo shoots took hours to do and that was with just one toy. It appeared from this proposal that the company had at least twenty new toys. It would take days and most likely a couple of nights too to meet that deadline. Besides, she needed a waxing and to have her hair done.

  Cammie forced herself to inhale several deep breaths to calm down. She set aside the proposal and studied the contract once more. They were offering such an incredibly large amount of money. And now Alison wanted to double it. Sexy Toys wanted her back, even after their history. She’d left them on bad terms but if there was new management…and no Earl involved…

  “Unless you don’t think you can handle this…” Alison challenged softly. Her smile had returned. This time with a taunting edge.

  The last thing Cammie would ever admit to Sexy Toys—or her agent, for that matter—was that she couldn’t meet a deadline. She was a professional and she always met her deadlines. But even after all these years she was still as insecure as hell in the erotic photography world mainly because of what had happened with Earl.

  Truth was she welcomed the insecurity. It kept her focused, not to mention her ego intact. And having a recent Sexy Toys shoot in her portfolio would dispel any rumors that might still be circulating about that bad split between them. She knew she’d lost way too many jobs because of it and because of Earl.

  “No problem,” she lied. “But make it triple and I want creative input. If they agree to those conditions, then I will accept their offer.”

  Alison didn’t even flinch at her demand.

  “Excellent! I knew I could count on you. Consider it a done deal on the triple amount and artistic input. I’ll have them make the amendments. Oh! And I gave the company your address.”

  “What? How did you know I was going to say yes?”

  Alison winked.

  Without waiting for a response her agent stood and signaled to their waitress for the check. Then she refocused her attention to Cammie. Her gray eyes flashed with confidence.

  “Work your magic, Cammie. You’ll do great. I’ve got to run now, I have to catch the Acela back to New York for another meeting. Ta-ta, darling.”

  Camm
ie watched Alison meet up with the waitress, pluck the check out of her hand and then head to the cashier. After paying the bill, she threw Cammie a final wave and then she was gone.

  Reality crashed in on Cammie. Sure, she was in okay shape for toy inserts but the rest of her wasn’t as slim as she’d once been. How in the world was she going to pull this off?

  Chapter Two

  Hearttowne, Pennsylvania

  She’d certainly put a good dent into cleaning and straightening up her home as well as sprucing up her looks, Cammie mused as she stared into the full-length mirror hung on her upstairs bathroom door. She wore a smart, curve-hugging chocolate-brown dress with white scallop trim. She’d pinned her hair into a sexy updo with several soft ringlets dangling down both sides of her face and she’d dabbed a touch of her favorite perfume on her wrists and her neck.

  It was a stroke of luck Alison had mentioned Cammie’s home to Sexy Toys. It meant no travel time to other destinations for her and they could work as late as needed. Her home, a quaint two-story cottage, was set on a secluded rocky peninsula and overlooked a small, private Pennsylvania lake. The house consisted of a fully modernized kitchen, a charming living room with nook, two full bathrooms, one on the main floor and the other upstairs, and four large bedrooms—three upstairs and one on the main floor beside the kitchen. On clear September days such as today, bright sunshine streamed in all the windows.

  She was glad she’d told Alison she wanted creative input because when she eyed the dreamy daybed in the sun-washed nook against the large bay window overlooking a quiet backdrop of lush pine trees and generous peeks of the blue lake, she knew this area would be a perfect spot for one of the shoots.

  After leaving the breakfast bar in town this morning, she’d headed directly to the bank machine and deposited her advance check. Then to her favorite salon where she’d been lucky enough to get an immediate waxing on her intimate parts. After that, she’d gone home and was surprised to discover several large boxes piled in her home’s side entrance. The items and letter were from the new owners. They had said they would be dropping by late afternoon. Today!

  She’d taken the initiative to order food to be delivered to the house later tonight for the photo crew. She had the feeling they would be working through dinner and late into tonight in their need to put a dent into meeting that deadline. She was putting the finishing touches on her blush when a snappy knock at the front door rocked Cammie back to her senses.

  Shit! They were here! With one final look into the mirror, she nodded at a job well done and forced herself to smile. Yes, outwardly she looked pretty good. Inwardly her tummy twisted with nervous tension.

  Had she been crazy to accept this gig? She shook her head. No, this was her job. She was used to having strange men ogling her private parts. She would remain professional and polite. She could do this gig with Sexy Toys. Couldn’t she?

  The sharp rap came again. This time louder and more insistent.

  “Coming!” she called out.

  She forced herself not to run down the stairs but kept herself reined into a brisk walk, mostly because the last thing she wanted to do was to fall and break something. Sweet heavens, now that would be embarrassing.

  A moment later, with a shaky hand, she gripped the doorknob, inhaled a deep breath to steady her rattling nerves and whipped open the door. The air rushed out of her lungs in one intoxicating whoosh. Quite the handsome men stood in front of her. Identical twins who appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties.

  Something wild and hot sizzled in the air between her and them. Instant attraction? No way. Not possible. Yet her tummy fluttered with awesome butterflies and her breath came in incredibly short bursts.

  Their eyes were as blue as the September sky above. White, even teeth flashed as they both smiled. They were incredibly tall and chest muscles bunched beneath their casual white shirts.

  Wow. Hot hunks.

  The closest man held out his hand.

  “Hi, we’re—”

  “No, don’t tell me. Let me guess. You’re the male models for the shoot,” Cammie blurted as his warm palm melted against hers and they shook hands.

  Nice grip. Large hand. A good-sized palm to hold her breasts or stroke her pussy, not to mention work a toy into her ass or cunt for the shoot.

  Whew, her thoughts were going haywire! Heat flushed through her like a tidal wave.

  “Actually we’re—” he began, but she cut him off again as she let go of his hand and reached out to shake hands with the other model.

  “Twins. What an awesome idea for the photo shoot,” she complimented them.

  Mercy, she was way too tense. She tended to cut people off in conversations when she was nervous, just as she was doing now.

  She stared at one man and then the other. Identical. She could not tell them apart if her life depended on it. They wore their hair the same. Semi-long dark-brown hair brushed straight back off their foreheads. They possessed plump, kissable lips. Flawless noses that weren’t too long or too short. Their perfectly arched eyebrows were dark and they had sexy shadows lining their chins and cheeks.

  Eye-candy men she could drool over all day and all night. Sexy Toys had picked the perfect male models. And she would be working with them. Thankfully they were just the models, so she didn’t need to be totally professional. She could flirt a little and loosen up around them. She always liked to get to know the guys she’d be working with. It was so much easier that way when the time came for the intimate shoots.

  “No one else has shown yet,” she said. “But I’m sure they’ll be along shortly. How about some coffee while we wait. Just have a seat in the living room and I’ll be right with you.”

  She needed an excuse to get away for a moment and collect herself. She hadn’t expected the models to be so good-looking. Or for her to feel so sexually attracted to them. Both of them!

  She ushered them toward the living room and then quickly headed for the kitchen. After plugging in the coffeemaker, she grabbed an ice-cold bottle of water from the fridge and downed it in a few quick swallows.

  Okay, calm down, a stern voice whispered at the back of her brain. You’ve got to be professional.

  Coffee. Yes, she needed to get some coffee into her. Where coffee gave other folks the jitters, it had the opposite effect on her. It calmed her. Right now she needed calm. Thank goodness for coffee.

  * * * * *

  She’s even more beautiful than in her pictures. Twenty years has made her breathtaking, Jode said to Josh as they both sat down on a white leather couch.

  I’m hard as a spike for her after meeting her just now. I know she’s the woman for me.

  For us, Jode corrected.

  She thinks we’re the male models.

  I guess we should set her straight and tell her everything, Jode replied. Although that was the last thing he wanted to do. Guilt at not laying out the truth to her ran a naughty thread through him, but it might be better to let her believe they were the models.

  Well technically, Jode, we are the models and the photographer, thanks to the fact we haven’t been able to find the company’s regular photographers. And with the male model we’d decided to use conveniently taking an unexpected trip and our agencies not having anyone available at such short notice, it’s a good thing I know all the ins and outs of this industry, including professional photography.

  Quit your bragging, bro. I’ll be the lucky one, as I’ll be with her and the toys and not behind the camera like you. Jode chuckled.

  Au contraire, timers on the cameras will allow me as much face time with her as you.

  Well, okay, you have me there, Jode admitted. Two guys would be better than one for her. She would get twice the pleasure.

  She does have a very nice place here. A quaint, cozy modern look with pale colors, and that sun-drenched nook over there is a bit bright but with the proper diffuser lens…

  Enough shop talk, Josh. I don’t want to hear it. And please don
’t go telling her everything about your photo skills or you’ll bore her to death too, Jode teased his brother.

  Josh quirked an eyebrow at him and appeared properly insulted.

  I never bore a woman, he replied.

  “And we most definitely don’t want Cammie uninterested in us. I think Earl did us a huge favor in conveniently making all the people we needed for the shoot unreachable,” Jode said.

  He’d switched to a low voice so Cammie couldn’t hear. Talking with their minds used a lot of energy and they needed to save their vitality for her.

  “He probably paid the model himself for that trip and sent the rest of the crew on a trip somewhere too at his expense, thinking he already owns Sexy Toys,” Josh said.

  “Yeah, he’s probably sitting somewhere with his legs set leisurely up on a table, sipping back some cognac and toasting to his good luck at this bet. Let’s make sure he doesn’t win.”

  “Hell, if we end up getting the luscious lady in the end, then we’ve won. To hell with Sexy Toys,” Josh replied matter-of-factly.

  Why did he get the feeling that Josh had already fallen so deeply for Cammie that he couldn’t even think straight?

  “But sticking it to Earl would be the icing on a very delicious cake, don’t you think?” he reminded his brother.

  Josh’s eyes lit up like one of those bright candles on said cake.

  “I like the way you think, bro. Let’s get this show on the road.”

  * * * * *

  The sex-on-a-stick twins stopped talking when Cammie walked into the room. She’d prepared a tray laden with coffee and slices of her favorite vanilla cake. In the kitchen, she’d been trying to listen in to what they’d been whispering about but their voices were so low, she hadn’t been able to make out heads or tails except for the mention of cake and that’s why she’d decided to serve them some.

  “You’re glowing,” one of the male models commented as they both stood.

  She was glowing? Mercy, manners would get them everywhere with her. She placed the tray onto the coffee table in front of them and resisted the urge to place her hands on her hot cheeks.