Simply Sinful

LET HER BE CHARMED! Step inside and be transformed. Kane McDermott peered through the space between the closed curtains in the brownstone's window. He got a brief glimpse of chin-length blond hair and a body with enough curves to make a centerfold jealous. It was a cold autumn day but the unexpected jolt of desire kicked in fast, warming him from within. If he had to wine, dine and proposition her at least he wouldn't be bored. But he still resented the hell out of this assignment. Coming off a tough case, his superior thought he needed a rest. Captain Reid hadn't used the words burned out, but Kane heard them in the lectures anyway. He disagreed. Just because a drug bust had gone down wrong didn't mean he needed R&R. Having grown up on the Boston streets, he knew better than anyone when he was in danger of losing his edge. Now wasn't it. He could wish to hell and back the wrong kid hadn't gotten hit in the crossfire but it wouldn't change the fact that he had. It wasn't Kane's bullet. The kid got taken down by his own brother. Logically, Kane knew it wasn't his fault, but that didn't lessen Kane's sense of guilt. Nor his remorse. Though no one could have anticipated the arrival of the dealer's little brother, Kane would live with the mother's screams for the rest of his life. He'd refused time off--he knew it wouldn't help him forget--so the captain figured Kane might as well pretend he'd taken leave. Any rookie could verify whether Charmed! was a legitimate etiquette school for men or a front for a prostitution ring. Kane groaned aloud. As far as he was concerned, any guy who needed lessons in dating etiquette was as pathetic as this fluff assignment. What the hell kind of dork needed charm school to make headway with a woman? Especially one that looked like her. He shook his head. What a waste. Then again, giving lessons to geeks was preferable to any other kind of service she might be performing for her paying customers. Considering she'd worked for her late aunt and uncle when they'd held the reins, she definitely knew the score. Whatever that was. He might not know her agenda, but he knew his own--and this ridiculous case wasn't it. He'd pulled serious undercover work with drug dealers and pimps, yet here he was gearing up to make his awkward pitch to Charmed!'s sexy owner. He still had his doubts he could pull off the geek act and had a contingency plan in case he blundered. He wouldn't know until he got inside. He placed his hand on the doorknob. The metal was ice-cold from the cool spring air. Was she or wasn't she? It was time to find out. KAYLA LUCK threw a disgusted glance at the old heater, which refused to cooperate with reasoning or common sense. Heat was unnecessary in the spring but the cleaning crew seemed to have forgotten. They'd turned the heater up last night and turned the brownstone into a sauna. Kayla had finally gotten the dial to move, but the darn thing continued to pump heat. Between the rising temperature and the effort she'd exerted trying to fix it, she was hot and uncomfortable. Definitely not the way to begin a new class, so she hoped all the men received the cancellation message. Unable to take the layers sticking to her skin, she peeled off her jacket, leaving herself dressed in a silk shell and trousers. When that didn't help, she pulled at the light camisole that stuck to her skin. With a frustrated sigh, she glanced upward, at the bi-level unit she'd inherited along with the business. While her sister Catherine's share of the inheritance had enabled her to fulfill her dream of going to culinary school, Kayla had put off her own dreams in favor of running the business and bringing in income. The old brownstone was quaint, offering two levels and too many rooms. For years, her aunt had run an old-fashioned service offering ballroom dancing and dating etiquette. There was a time when those kinds of services had beePhillips, Carly is the author of 'Simply Sinful ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373772865 and ISBN 0373772866.