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  Lessons in Lust

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  Gina Blake

  Good Girls Do Book One

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Lessons in Lust

  COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Gina Blake

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2018

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1862-2

  Published in the United States of America

  Lessons in Lust

  “Something’s definitely wrong.”

  No, not wrong exactly. Just plain missing.

  Victoria Greenwood studied her appearance in the long mirror in her bedroom with disdain. If she was being groomed to take over her grandfather’s business empire, surely she should resemble the savvy businesswoman she was meant to be. She certainly didn’t feel like one right now. She looked and felt like a frumpy, dowdy, Plain Jane.

  She took another good hard look at her reflection. Titian hair scraped back from her face into a no-nonsense bun, a face devoid of make-up, tweed skirt past her knees, sensible shoes. Not even a pearl necklace to brighten the shapeless beige twin set. No man would call that alluring.

  Her thoughts had drifted toward men a lot lately. She sighed as she wondered for the hundredth time what it would feel like to be in a man’s arms, be held against a hard body, like she’d secretly read about in her romance novels. Oh, how she would love to find out for herself, but what to do about it? There was little time to dwell on it at the moment, but one day…

  For the time being, she still had a lot of learning to do and the only place she would get any reading done, secret or otherwise, without being leaned on every five minutes by her grandfather, was at the library. Plenty of time for boys later he always said, when she had a handle on business affairs and the wherewithal to run her own life.

  Victoria picked up her bag stuffed with papers and headed for the library. Even though she often felt stifled by the place, there was a certain comfort in being enclosed within its sturdy walls.

  But she’d started to get a little restless lately. As though something was missing. If she was being groomed to take over grandfather’s empire, she had to knuckle down, learn all about stocks and shares, oil, commodities, precious metals. Name the pie, and Grandfather had a finger in it. One day that pie would be all hers. She could wait.

  She had promised Grandfather there would be no boyfriends in her life until she had a thorough grasp on how to run his companies, and she had kept to her promise. Yet sometimes…

  The imposing edifice of the library beckoned as she parked her car, walked up the stone steps, and headed for the reading room. So much background work to be done if she was to understand and run all those businesses.

  After about an hour of research, Victoria started to feel restless again. She blew out a breath and threw down her pencil. “It’s no good. There has to be more to life than this.”

  At present, however, nothing loomed on the horizon.

  After a few moments, the sound of women’s voices, whispering and giggling, came from the booth immediately behind her. It sounded as if they were having fun. She should be having fun, too. After all, she was only twenty.

  Victoria did the unthinkable. She cocked her ears to listen to what they were saying, hoping to join the fun, albeit vicariously. As the conversation progressed, she realized they were discussing something about which she knew nothing.

  Sex.

  They were talking about men. Or to be more precise, their sex lives.

  Something sparked inside her. Her ears pricked up. That’s what was missing. Her knowledge of the business world was growing wide, but her knowledge of sex was seriously lacking. The hell with this. She wanted to know everything. And she wanted to know it now.

  Would they mind if she joined them? Asked a few questions? She had, after all, come to the library to learn, hadn’t she?

  She stood, gathered her courage, and went around to the other booth. Two girls looked up, startled, when she cleared her throat. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing what you were saying.”

  The one with dark hair gave her a surly look. “I’m not going to apologize. If we disturbed you, you shouldn’t have been listening.”

  “No, it’s not that.” Victoria drew in a deep, calming breath. “I’m interested. I know nothing about sex, and listening to you, I realized there’s something lacking in my education. I wondered if I could ask you some questions.”

  “About sex?”

  “Yes.”

  The pleasant blonde winked at her friend. “Always ready to talk sex. Take a seat. What do you want to know?”

  Victoria slid into the seat beside her. “Well,” she began tentatively, “how does it feel to be naked in a man’s arms? To have him caress your—”

  “Tits? Don’t give us any uppity language,” the dark-haired one, who introduced herself as Charlotte, interrupted with a smug grin. “What you really want to know is how it feels to have a man shove his cock inside you and fuck you till you can hardly stand.”

  Victoria sighed and automatically squeezed her thighs. That sounded good. And she had found two women who really understood what she was looking for. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

  “Or beg for more,” said the blonde, who Victoria soon discovered, was called Gemma.

  Surprised, yet excited by the girls’ words, Victoria’s heart raced out of control. She laughed nervously but squared her shoulders. “Sounds good to me.”

  “Vicky girl, there’s no feeling in the world to beat it,” said Charlotte. “My guy’s got a huge, thick cock, and we get it on as much as we can. I love how he feels inside me.” She giggled. “So does he.”

  Victoria could almost feel it, too, and wriggled on her seat. “Oh.”

  “Hey, how old are you?” Gemma asked.

  She studied the table top. “Twenty, and I know nothing about sex. I’ve never even kissed a man.”

  Shocked, the two girls looked at each other.

  “Are you in for a surprise,” Gemma said. “A nice one.”

  “Ooh, I can almost feel it. I think the time has come for me to find out about sex.” She smiled. “Round out my education.”

  “Forgive me for saying this, Vicky,” Charlotte said, “but you won’t get a man looking the way you do. You’ll need to sexy yourself up a bit.”

  “I wondered about that.”

  The three girls laughed together as they mapped out a detailed plan for Victoria to follow.

  “Well, what do you think about that?” Gemma asked with a cheeky grin.

  “It sounds a damned sight more exciting than the commodities I’ve been studying.” Victoria nodded, her decision made. “I’ll go shopping on my way home, buy some make-up and some sexy clothes. You won’t recognize me tomorrow.”

  “What’s
happening tomorrow?” Charlotte asked, intrigued.

  “I’m going to get laid.”

  “That soon?” Admiration shone in Gemma’s eyes.

  A shudder of awareness danced down Victoria’s spine. “No time to waste. I’m more than ready for my first sexual adventure.”

  “How can you tell?” Gemma asked, excitement in her voice.

  “My panties are damp from all our talk of men and sex. And I have to admit, the photos of your guys’ cocks helped.”

  They all laughed again.

  “Good luck,” Gemma added. “And just remember, men love to talk dirty. They like it when the woman does, too.”

  “Oh, and don’t forget to look on the Internet tonight,” Charlotte added. “Plenty of seriously great looking cocks in action on there.”

  “I’ll lock myself in my room and ogle cocks all night.” At the thought, her cheeks flushed with heat.

  “Some good ones if you want to look at men masturbating.” Gemma winked. “Gotta love ‘em.”

  “Oh, can’t wait.” Victoria didn’t even know such sites existed. What an education. More alive than she had ever been, she scooped up her books and made to leave.

  “Hey, meet us here this time next week, and tell us how it went,” Charlotte called as she left.

  “That’s a promise.” She waved goodbye to her new friends and left, more excited about her education than ever before.

  ****

  Nick Farraday looked up as the stunning redhead walked into the bar.

  Boy, she sure was something. Early twenties. A real classy dame in a red dress made of that clingy material that fit a woman’s body in all the right places. A riot of runaway red curls framed a face, her skin like alabaster.

  She glanced around the bar, zeroed in on him in the corner, and smiled. He hoped she hadn’t noticed his dick hardening. It was feeling a mite antsy.

  Fascinated, he watched all the male gazes in the room follow her progress across the bar, even the ones sitting with other women. He smiled. Testosterone was fairly humming. This was the kind of woman who made a guy feel the need to jerk off just looking at her. He sighed, enjoying the warm feeling of his cock tightening inside his pants.

  She moved gracefully to the counter, eased herself on to a barstool, and ordered a drink. He wondered who she was waiting for. Surely, she had to be here to meet someone special.

  A man approached her. So that was the lucky bastard.

  The man spoke to her, but she cut him dead by the look of things and he slunk away, tail between his legs.

  Hmm. Not him then. He was just hitting on her. Dumb ass. Don’t you know a lady when you see one? Can’t you see she’s got breeding stamped all over her?

  Not for the first time, Nick’s thoughts wandered back to four days ago, the day before he left for his goddamn boring conference, when Julie had dumped him for his so-called best friend. He should have been heading home tonight. Normally, he would be looking forward to getting back to her, getting into her pants for a fumble and a fuck.

  But tonight she’d be with another man.

  Nick didn’t feel much like traveling all that way with nothing to look forward to at the end of the road, so he’d opted to stay one more night and take his time traveling home tomorrow morning.

  He glanced at the redhead again. His dick swelled. It felt warmer. Just as it always did when he anticipated great sex. Usually, he enjoyed that warm glow. Tonight, it taunted him.

  Hell, he loved sex. He really needed some tonight, but it looked like he’d have to take matters into his own hands. Hadn’t had to do that so much lately.

  A second man tried to hit on the redhead. Nick smiled when he met the same fate as the first. Nick downed his drink. Maybe she needed someone to watch over her until her date arrived. Hell, he could play Sir Galahad with the best of them.

  Feeling bolder with a drink inside him and willing his dick to behave, he wandered over to where she sat on the barstool. “Are you okay?”

  She turned her head and smiled right at him. “I’m fine, thank you. Why do you ask?”

  “I saw those guys hitting on you. I thought you might be in need of a little protection ‘til your date gets here.”

  A glorious smile spread across her lovely face. “That’s very kind of you, but I’m not waiting for anyone in particular.”

  “Oh, so you’re a guest here.”

  “Just the one night. I fancied coming down for a drink.”

  Strange. What woman got herself all dolled up to have a drink by herself in a hotel bar? He shrugged mentally. None of his business.

  She could be a high-class hooker. Yeah, that was probably it. Judging by the expensive clothes and the delicious perfume, she would be one he couldn’t afford. Wished he could though. Tumbling her would sure as hell get Julie off his mind. He really, really could do with a long, hard fuck tonight.

  His dick twitched. Down boy.

  “I was just about to eat,” he ventured. “Would you like to join me?” She was sure to say no. She’d probably rather stay here and pick up a high roller. She wouldn’t be interested in a loser like him, but he felt obliged to ask.

  “That’s very kind. Thank you.”

  Could’ve knocked him down with a condom. That was the last thing he’d expected her to say. He smiled. “Great. I like company when I eat.”

  He took her hand, helped her off the bar stool, and resting his hand on her back, guided her toward the restaurant. He might not be able to afford her sexual services, but at least, he could buy her something to eat. Sitting with a woman like her in the restaurant would do his ego a power of good.

  A waitress seated them at a table by the window overlooking the lake and took their order.

  “So, I’m Nick,” he said.

  “Good to meet you, Nick. I’m Victoria.”

  For sure, he could afford to flirt a little, talk about sex even if he couldn’t afford to indulge his fantasies. He’d often wondered, on his many trips away, what it would be like to pick up a woman in a hotel and have mindless, mind-blowing sex just for the hell of it, but staying faithful to Julie had always stopped him. He wished he hadn’t been so goddamn loyal because it didn’t matter anymore.

  Here goes. Ease in gently.

  “So, what do you do for a living, Victoria?”

  “I’m learning the ropes of my grandfather’s businesses.”

  Surprise! Maybe she wasn’t a hooker. This was even more intriguing than he originally thought. He ventured further. “What’s your grandfather into?”

  She laughed. “You name it, he’s into it. Oil. Commodities. Precious gems. Everything. He’s grooming me to take over for him.”

  Intelligent and beautiful. Great combination. “Wow, I’m impressed. So you up for that?”

  “Of course. It means I’ll never have to work for someone else. I can do what I like, when I like, and with whom I like.”

  Did he imagine her come hither look as she said that? ‘Course he did. “Lucky girl. So what do you like best?”

  She took a sip of wine. “I love to learn. I’m—educating myself.”

  “Very commendable. What are you studying right now?”

  “Right now?” She smiled. “Human relations.”

  “Well, you’ll sure need that if you’re going to be in charge of a lot of people.”

  “What about you, Nick?”

  “Me? I was at the conference on hydraulics. I should have gone home tonight, but…” No need to burden her with his memories of Julie. “I decided to stay another night.”

  “Not married then.”

  “How’d you know that?”

  “A happily married man would have gone home to his family immediately once the conference was over.”

  “True.”

  “Did you enjoy the conference?” She placed a forkful of potato into her delicate mouth.

  “Nah. Boring as hell. And the worst of it is I have to come back next Friday for a day class. I sometimes think the company ha
s shares in this damned hotel. The excuse is it’s central to everywhere.”

  “So—you’d be just about ready for a little relief. A little fun.”

  Maybe a little sexual fun would be a treat right now. He forced a laugh. “You could say that, yeah.”

  Conversation continued throughout the meal, mostly small talk yet with an edge of sexuality he thought he imagined. When the meal was over, he didn’t want to let her go. “Nightcap?”

  She smiled that captivating smile. “I’d love one, thank you. But not here.”

  “Okay. Back to the bar it is.” He stood.

  “Not the bar either.”

  “Where then?” he asked, intrigued.

  “We could go to your room. If you like.”

  “My room?” Had he heard right?

  “Not if you don’t want to.”

  “Sure. Doesn’t bother me, if it’s okay with you?”

  “Of course.”

  He let her lead the way to the elevators. “What would your grandfather say if he knew you were going to a strange man’s hotel room?” What kind of a dumbass question was that?

  “My grandfather wouldn’t even recognize me.”

  While they waited, he laughed, but for what reason he had no idea. Maybe because she’d answered without really answering. Or maybe he was feeling a little nervous. The elevator bell pinged. If nothing else, he might get a goodnight kiss.

  The elevator stopped at the twelfth floor. He guided her along the corridor toward his room and opened the door, then stood aside, allowing her to enter first.

  She looked around. “Nice room.”

  Good thing he’d left it tidy. “Not bad as hotel rooms go. I guess they’re all pretty similar.”

  “What time do you leave tomorrow?”

  “I’m supposed to check out about ten.”

  She moved toward the bed and pressed the mattress down with her hand. “Comfortable?”

  “As hotel beds go.” He laughed again and indicated the big wing chair in the corner. “Make yourself at home.” He moved to the mini bar against the far wall. “What would you like to drink?”

  “Surprise me.”

  He chose a Cointreau for her and whiskey for himself. “I have to go to the bathroom. Won’t be a minute.”