Viva Las Bad Boys
by HelenKay Dimon
ISBN: 0758214766

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CHAPTER ONE

"Just as I thought."  An annoying tsk-tsking sound followed the comment.  "We have a good deal of work ahead of us."

At the sound of the bored female voice, Zach Jacobs stopped what he was doing, which happened to be lying on his desk on top of the hottest blonde waitress on the Vegas Strip.  His companion wore the Berkley Hotel and Casino cocktail uniform like a second skin.  She also made it clear not ten minutes before that he had a green light for action, all he had to do was drive on through.

Then the nasty traffic cop entered the room. 

The same one standing at his door clicking her tongue against her teeth, creating one of the most annoying sounds on the planet.  The one talking to him, and not in the good way.  The one most decidedly not screaming his name out in ecstasy, despite his every effort to the contrary.  

Jenna Barrister.  Erection killer.

He swiveled around in time to see Jenna walk in the room with her black and thin white line striped suit, bare toned legs, sexy shoes and...yep, there it was.  A shiny metal clipboard.

Every time he looked at her, which was as often as possible, he wondered how a woman so damn hot could be so fucking evil.  He suddenly had the urge to rip the eight-by-eleven thing out of her perfectly manicured fingers and throw it out of the window.  With any luck, she'd dive out after it.

"The door was locked," he said, stating the obvious.

"I have a key," Jenna responded, oblivious to the obvious.

Fine.  He'd be more clear.  "Get out." 

Demanding that Jenna leave was worth a try.  He'd tried everything else with her, but the hotel's outside consultant appeared to be immune to everything he threw her way. His anger.  His tantrums.  His flirting.  He could understand her not falling at his feet the minute he turned on the charm but, come one, would it kill her not to laugh when he tried to make a move?

"I'm not ready to leave yet," she said as she walked around the small room, scowling at the piles of paperwork scattered on the floor.

She came to a halt right beside the desk.  Without looking up, he could see her lean, tanned legs. 

"This is private."  He tried to get up, but his arms and legs wouldn’t move.  It was as if the sound of Jenna's husky voice and unexpected visit froze him in place. 

His companion wasn't exactly jumping up either.  Anika whatever-her-last-name-was lay under him like a rag doll, her eyes big and her mouth hanging open. 

Jenna squatted down until she was eye-level with his desk and the tiny space between their bodies.  The space where his withering erection happened to be.  "Interesting."

"Happy you think so.  Now, get out."

"I mean, it's interesting you decided to have sex with a member of the staff right on top of my memo which specifically outlines how you are not to have sex with the staff."

"You've sent fifty memos in the month since you got here.  If I read them all, I wouldn't have time to cook."

"Twelve, and I've been here three weeks and four days."  She scribbled something down on her notepad. 

"Guess it only feels like fifty," he mumbled as he tried to see whatever it was she found important enough to write down.

"Do you have sex on top of all of my memos?  If so, I can ask your staff to read them to you before they put them on your desk."

"I..."  That was it.  Nothing else came to him.  Probably had something to do with her saying "staff" repeatedly.

"Some would consider your conduct, shall we say, ballsy."

Staff.  Balls.  The woman needed a new vocabulary.  "You think that-"

"Or maybe she doesn't work here."  Jenna's gaze wandered over what she could see of Anika, which wasn't much since he was plastered against the stunned woman from thigh to shoulder.  "Is she just borrowing a staff uniform for a role-playing sex exercise perhaps?"

She needed to stop saying staff or his head would explode.  "If you would just leave-"

"At least your clothes are still on."  She started scribbling again.  "For now."

"Do I get points for that?  If so, write that down.  I want all the credit I can get."

"Not really.  Probably just a slowness issue on your part.  If I had come in three or four minutes later the clothing likely would be elsewhere.  On the floor maybe?"

Slow?  Now she was knocking his technique.  The woman could destroy a mood faster than a story about dead cats.  "How can I put this?  Yeah, let's try this: get the hell out of my office!"

"Thank you, but no."  She leaned in and tapped the tip of her pen against Anika's shoulder, making the poor woman yelp in surprise.  "And you are?"

Anika's gaze flew back and forth between them.  "Uhh...I'm..." 

"That's none of your business."  He shifted up to his elbows.  He would have gotten off the desk but Jenna's hovering made that impossible.  He had to stay where he was or risk landing on Jenna, tempting as that was.  "And while you’re at it, get out."

"Still no."  Jenna cleared her throat. 

"What do I have to do to get rid of you?"  He really wanted to know what he had to do to get her under him, but he wasn't about to ask that question.

"Do you know her name?"

Anika stared at him.  Stared at Jenna.  Stared at the ceiling.  Then she burst into tears.

"Now look what you did."  Jenna patted Anika's head, likely because that was the woman's only visible body part other than her breasts. 

"Me?  What did I do?"  He hadn't done anything.  Hadn’t had time.  That was kind of the point.

"Isn’t it obvious?"  Jenna turned her attention back to Anika.  "He can’t be that bad at this.  He actually has quite the reputation as a ladies man.  That's why I'm here."

"To kill my reputation?" he asked.

"To eliminate your sexual escapades."

"Wait a minute."

"Or is the problem that he's crushing you?"  Jenna looked at Anika then frowned at him.  "Maybe you should get off the nice lady."

"Jenna."

"Yes?"

"Don’t push me."

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Sure.  I can be accommodating.  Take your time."  She tapped that pen against her clipboard.  "I'll wait."

She wanted to watch?  "What?"

"Really, how long can this take?"  She looked at the skinny watch on her wrist.  "Six, maybe seven, minutes?"

"Jenna-"

"I can sit over..."  she turned around in a circle, taking in every inch of the room, "well, there really isn’t a place to sit.  This place looks more like a men's locker room than an office."

"Jenna!"

"I'll look out the window.  Go ahead.  Finish up."

"Have you lost your mind?"  He had.  No question.  Whatever brain cells he had this morning were long gone.  Scared off by Jenna and her man-killing tactics.

"You're right.  I have other things to do."

"Scare small animals, perhaps?"

"I'll give you a half hour to do whatever it is you have planned here," she waved her hand in the air in a dismissive gesture that killed whatever was left of his libido, "then you really need to get off this young woman and get back to work."

She acted like there was still a chance something might happen.  Not likely.  His penis might never recover from this scene.  "Or what, Jenna?"

She talked right over him. "I need to get some notes from my office.  I'll call to reschedule our appointment."  With that, she took off for the door.

A smart man would have let her go.  Not him.  He just kept coming back for more.  Had since the first time he met her almost four weeks ago.  Saw her.  Wanted her.  Propositioned her.  Then nursed his wounded ego when she laughed at him.  He'd been a holding pattern and constant state of arousal ever since.

"We didn’t have a meeting today," he called after her.

"Consider me your standing appointment." 

"Like hell."

She chuckled to herself.  "I guess that would make this woman your lying appointment."

He'd lost all control of the situation, but kept trying to get it back.  "Jenna-"

"You'll hear from me soon."

He took that as the threat it was.           

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