Sexy nightclub entertainer Jessica Oldham has a secret. She's prim church secretary by day, but when the lights go down she becomes a siren on New Orleans' stages. Handsome security expert, Drew Favreau ignites the flames of lust she's held at bay for so long, trapped in her boring world by commitment. She feels free in Drew's arms, so free she entertains the idea of letting the naughty side of her come out to play until she can find a way to weave the dream into reality.
Drew has a problem--he's not into security, he's an investigator working undercover--and sexy siren Jessica is on his list of embezzlement suspects. Jessica is all sweet and innocence at her job, but when she leaves that world she becomes bold and wanton in his arms, and he wants nothing more than to forget the job at hand. Yet there's a crook to catch, and unfortunately, Jessica's name isn't so easy to clear.
Will Drew be able to resist the Jessica's lure and solve the crime? Or will she convince him she's innocent...except while Behaving Badly?
Jess saw him coming toward her. In the dimness of April’s crowded living room, she had no idea the color of his eyes no matter how intently he studied her. As he closed the distance between them, the ruggedness of his face entranced her. He hadn’t shaved. She imagined the brush of the whiskers across her cheek as he nibbled her ear or as his mouth traveled up her leg. Ah, blue. His eyes came into focus as he said hello in a voice that promised amorous whispers.
Her mind chanted, “You have a gig. You have a gig,” as if trying to stop the desire that caused her heart to race and her hands to sweat. Her fingers ached to trace the laugh lines beside his eyes. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep her tongue from licking her lips. She’d never wanted someone in this way, not even caring who was in the room. “I want you,” she whispered.
He wrapped a hand around hers. “I like a direct woman. Do you live close?”
“No, and I have somewhere I have to be.” She swallowed and licked her lips. The rub of his thumb on her wrist sent pulses of pleasure along her arm.
Her brain clouded, but she knew her limits. “I can’t. I’m a singer. It’s a paying gig.” “Can you suddenly lose your voice?”
With a glance at the clock, Jess calculated how much time she had. Fear would keep her from going all the way, but she’d take what she could get. “All I have is half an hour.”
The half-smile and raised eyebrow he turned on her weakened her knees. He brushed her nipple as he put his arms around her back and whispered in her ear. “I can make you melt.”