Therapist Laura Wellington is eager to end her sexual dry spell. Her skill of helping couples achieve personal happiness is illusive in her own life. Through the services of 1NS, she jets off to a small island in Spain for a spectacular night of mind-blowing pleasure, but her match has a challenge that might make her goal unreachable. Declan Tempest hasn’t had a climax in years. Not because he can’t, but because he won’t; his dire fear over the consequences of fulfillment deter him. Declan turns to the aid of Madame Eve to create a match that can allow him the satisfaction he desperately needs, despite the challenge he deems a dark curse. Can the two of them find release while they battle a tantric storm?
“Wait a second. You’re saying you could tell things about me just by looking?”
“Yes, I can.” She crossed her arms and stared him down.
“Okay.” He faced her. “Give it your best shot.”
“Well, let’s see.” She considered his appearance. “You dressed in casual attire, so you wanted to appear relaxed and confident for our date, but you’re particular about your clothing. Silk, white, button down shirt, the first few buttons are open, and chino dress pants, so you aren’t uptight, but still somewhat conservative.”
Declan arched his brows. “Go on.”
“You shave your head, but from the looks of your five o’clock shadow, it’s more for convenience than esthetics. You have a solid build, but wear loose clothing. You don’t go out of your way to show your defined muscles, but you have an exceptionally competitive nature. I would say you’re a professional athlete. A full contact sport of some kind.”
“You’re engaging and kind. The thin detailed line of facial hair framing your jaw suggests to me you like to have some mystery and can be a very private person, but you don’t hide. If people ask your opinion, you’re honest and open, sometimes more than you intend to be.”
“It’s a gift. What can I say?” She relaxed. Not everyone was as receptive to her “gift.”
“Do you want to try and figure me out?” What will he say?
“Sure I may not be as good at it as you are, but I’ll give it a try.”
“Ready.” Laura dropped her arms to her side and lifted her chin with a smile.
“Let’s see, you’re sweet, intelligent, and sexy as hell.”
She stifled a giggle. “Be serious.”
“I am.” Declan reached up and smoothed a stray tress from her cheek. She leaned into his touch.
“All right, more detail. You wore a soft, shell patterned dress, strapless, with a little glimpse of paradise, but not too much.” With a valiant gleam in his gaze, he traced his finger along her dipping neckline, causing a stir deep inside.