Secret Identity. Hidden Lust. Overwhelming Temptation.
Gillian quickly disconnected from the call. “Can I have everyone’s attention? I know some of you have to work tomorrow morning, but we have one final surprise for our birthday girl before the evening comes to a close. Standing on the porch right now is the hottest male stripper in Seattle who has stopped by to give Shasta a very special birthday present. Ladies…” She nodded to Trudy who opened the front door. “I give you the one and only, the Macho Marauder in the flesh. And what delicious looking flesh it is, too.”
Six-feet one-inch of tanned skin covering hard muscle stepped through the door and into the living room. Dark, shoulder-length hair framed a face hidden behind a mask. Tight black pants hugged his long legs, stretched across a perfectly rounded ass and accentuated an impressive bulge at his crotch. Broad shoulders and the hard planes of a bare chest supported the black flowing cape. The entire package oozed pure sex. Orgasmic electricity crackled in the air.
He glanced around the room at the assembled women, each wearing a look of anticipation. Then his gaze fell on Shasta.
She didn’t know which shock was greater, the one she felt or the one she saw in his eyes. The dark hair didn’t belong, but there was no mistaking those mesmerizing turquoise eyes and that devastatingly sexy smile. Her fantasies paled in comparison to the reality that dominated her living room in the person of Dane Wingate.
Shasta forced herself up from the chair, slightly unsteady on her feet from a combination of champagne and shock. She held out her hand toward him. “Now, this is the type of birthday present a girl can truly appreciate. It’s a pleasure to meet you…Mr. Macho Marauder.”