Jenna Banks believes her life may not be perfect but she
is happy with it, granted she hasn't had much of a sex
life but she is fine with that. Apparently her friends
believe otherwise so when they enter her in a contest and
she wins a trip to a hotel that caters to a person's every
sexual fantasy she decides to go on the vacation and take
time to relax on the beach and enjoy herself but without
the sex. At least until she meets her guide Brent Powers.
Brent Powers part owner and guide at Hotel Erotique has
never been the guide to a woman in all the years he has
been at the resort after all it is against the rules and
now he has to do what he can not to break anymore of the
rules of no sex with your personal clients and defiantly
do not fall in love with them.
But, Jenna has other plans, the only way she will continue
with the plans that Brent has setup for her is if he will
break all the rules and be the one to fulfill those
fantasies and yet try to keep her heart from getting
broken. As she explores herself and finds out things she
never realized she was missing she discovers that it is
harder and harder to protect her heart from the man who
has shown her a whole new world of sexual satisfaction.
What She Needs is one very hot, sexy and erotic book that
will have you turning on the air-conditioner. Full of
sexual fantasies that will have you flipping the pages to
see what will happen next between Jenna and Brent, will
they find love or is it all just a fantasy. Warning this
book is full of very explicit and erotic fantasies.
The author of The Bikini Diaries now invites
readers to an erotic hotel where sensual satisfaction is the
main amenity…
Mild-mannered Jenna Banks never
considered sex a recreational sport—until she wins a
two-week stay at the notorious Hotel Erotique, where every
sexual fantasy comes true—in room after room, with stranger
after stranger.
Even more unnerving for Jenna is Brent
Powers, her wildly sensual personal guide who can’t wait to
put his degree in sexual psychology to work. But with the
steady seduction of Jenna come feelings that neither
expected. Where will the ultimate fantasy take them?
Excerpt
After pushing in her chair, he returned to his own. Which
meant they were face to face again and it was time to meet
his gaze. Her chest tightened as she forced herself to do
so. She simply wasn’t accustomed to dealing with a man so
attractive. In a world designed for sex. Where had her
pleasant sense of intoxication gone? It’s departure left her
feeling vulnerable, for reasons she couldn’t understand.
“First,” he said, still smiling that sexy smile,
“congratulations on winning our grand prize, and welcome to
the Hotel Erotique. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay so far.”
“Thank you, and yes, it’s lovely.” Get to the point
already.
Before continuing, though, he paused to lift an open bottle
from an ice bucket to pour two glasses of wine. “Second,” he
finally went on, “I have some unfortunate news. Your guide,
Mariel, has just been called away on a family emergency.”
Oh God. I know I should feel bad for Mariel, but right
now, I’m more worried about me. “I’m … sorry to hear
that. Nothing too serious, I hope,” she managed to add.
“Her father had a heart attack, and he’s expected to have a
complete recovery, but she still needs to be with him.”
“Of course,” Jenna replied, nodding.
“And as luck would have it, the only other female guide on
site this week is already very overbooked. We have two more,
but both are on vacation.”
“I see,” was all she could say. So what did that mean? Well,
maybe she should simply go ahead and tell him her decision
and this wouldn’t even matter since she didn’t actually need
a guide. But before she could figure out how to broach the
topic of sex – he went on.
“I know our literature promises a same-gender guide for each
guest, but these are unusual circumstances, so I apologize
and hope you won’t mind being stuck with me.” His enticing
grin widened, making her thighs melt even as her jaw went
slack.
“You,” she repeated numbly.
“Brent Powers,” he said, extending a hand across the table.
She forced herself to shake it. It was big. Strong.
“And I can assure you that, despite this being unusual, I’m
committed to ensuring your stay with us exceeds your
expectations,” Brent went on. “I’ve been with the Hotel
Erotique for fifteen years and have spent ten of those as a
guide. I have a B.S. in Social Psychology and a Ph.D. in
Clinical Sexology. I’m also part owner of the resort, so I
hope all that will convince you you’re in safe hands.”
Clinical Sexology, huh? And he even had a masters in it.
Which she supposed made him an official doctor of sex. It
was strange to know she sat across from a man who was not
only hot as hell but who also knew more about sex than she
could possibly fathom.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was … “Actually, I
was planning to tell Mariel that … I’d like to decline the,
uh, sex portion of my prize. So I don’t really need a guide.
I’d just like to enjoy the rest of what the resort has to
offer.”
Across from her, Brent Powers blinked, looking truly
surprised. “May I ask why?”
She sucked in her breath. This part would have been easier
with a woman. Or even with a less-attractive man. She found
she couldn’t quite meet his eyes as she spoke. “Well, I
simply decided I’m not comfortable having sex with
strangers. No offense – I’m sure it brings many people a lot
of, um, pleasure – but I just don’t think it’s right for
me.”
Only when he didn’t answer right away did she manage to lift
her gaze from his white button-down shirt to his face – to
see him appearing unduly concerned. So she rushed on. “Maybe
I should have given the prize back – I’m sorry if that’s
what you would have preferred. But I really could use a
vacation, and when I discussed this with some friends, they
suggested I simply enjoy the other aspects of the prize –
like the pool, and the spa.” She decided to blame at least
part of it on Shannon and Kevin since this was actually all
their fault. “Is that okay? Or should I leave?”
At this, Brent Powers reached out to touch her hand, where
it rested on the table near her untouched glass of wine, and
– yikes, the simple connection sizzled through her like
electricity, skittering all the way up her arm. “Jenna, we
would never ask you to leave. But I’d like to talk more
about your decision.”
Oh boy. She finally took a drink of her wine. A big one. She
needed it. “What’s to discuss?” she asked, trying for an
easy, confident expression.
Brent lifted his wine for a sip, too – then smiled that
killer smile again. “Well, to begin with, what we do here is
more than ‘sex with strangers.’”
Oh? Could have fooled her.
He went on. “People come here for a lot of different
reasons, and we welcome them all, but by and large, I see
what we do here as being therapeutic.”
Hah! Was he serious? It was truly hard to hold in a
sarcastic laugh, but she contained it somehow.
“There are many reasons people seek out new sexual
experiences, and I’m sure you know we design a series of
individualized fantasies based on what we’ve learned about
each guest from our questionnaires. And we usually fine-tune
it a bit after the guest arrives. If we saw our job as
nothing more than supplying ‘sex with strangers,’ we
wouldn’t go to so much trouble, nor would be have a full
staff educated and trained to give our guests the optimal
sexual encounters while helping them attain their sexual
needs and, in some cases – like yours – resolve their sexual
issues.”
She hadn’t thought about that, she supposed – they truly did
seem to take great care in creating each person’s fantasies.
Except … wait. Sexual issues? What was he talking
about?
“If people just want casual sex, there are other resorts
that offer that, with less expensive price tags. When people
come here, we know they desire more – we’re unique
in the service we provide. And I’m not telling you this to
change your opinion of the Hotel Erotique so much as to
suggest you reconsider your decision.”
Okay, so it was official – he was trying to talk her into
going through with the sex part. Which she really hadn’t
expected. Kevin had been so sure they’d be happy to let her
skip it – damn him.
“The thing is,” she began, “I don’t have sexual
issues. I think you just said I do, but I don’t.” Maybe
clarifying that would make Mr. Sexology back off.
Across from her, though, his eyelids lowered slightly,
shading his gaze and making him look even more seductive.
“Jenna, I’ve read your questionnaires, as well as the
profile Mariel prepared after receiving them. I was under
the impression you realized …”
“What?” she asked when he trailed off, her heart beating too
fast.
He tilted his head, peering at her as if they shared a
secret. “I know you haven’t had sex in over a year,” he
said, his voice so smoky that he made even that
sound alluring. “Although you characterize the sex you’ve
had as ‘good,’ nothing in the way you described it was very
convincing. And I know, too, about your parents’ view of sex
– and also about your cousin.”
All the blood drained from Jenna’s face. Sexy voice or not,
she couldn’t have been more dumbfounded. He, or Mariel, or
both of them, had taken bits and pieces of information
scattered throughout those online forms and cobbled them
together in such a way that … oh God, they thought she had
sex hang-ups! They thought that was why she’d come here, why
she’d entered their stupid contest. If she’d felt vulnerable
a few minutes ago, it was nothing compared to now.
Just then, a handsome, dark-skinned waiter entered the
gazebo bearing a large tray and Brent looked up. “Good
evening, Rico.”
“Mr. Powers,” the waiter said with a nod, then also smiled
politely in Jenna’s direction – which made her blush.
Because it was one more person who thought she’d traveled
here for sex – and now it was worse, now it was assumed
she’d come here to solve sexual problems!
Rico lowered two dishes – fine china from the looks of it –
overtop the larger plates already on the table. Glancing
down at hers, Jenna saw chicken cordon bleu and didn’t
remember choosing it from a menu at any time, despite it
being one of her favorites. Unless it had been on some
questionnaire she couldn’t remember – she’d filled those out
weeks ago.
By the time Rico departed, Jenna had grown irritated enough
that it finally superseded her nervousness with Mr. Hottie
Sexologist and allowed her to look him squarely in the eye,
ignoring her food. “You think you know a lot about me, don’t
you?”
Because she was beginning to get the picture here. He not
only thought he knew about her in sexual ways – he was also
showing her he knew what she liked to eat, to drink. Were
they meeting here because he’d somehow discerned that she
found gazebos quaint and loved sunsets? She felt … utterly
invaded upon.
“You told me a lot about you, Jenna,” he reminded
her matter-of-factly. “In the questionnaires.”
“I told Mariel,” she corrected him.
“And I’ve apologized for not having another female guide
available right now, but that’s not really what this is about.”
“What what is about?”
“Your anger.”
“I’m not angry,” she snapped – then realized that she,
indeed, sounded pretty angry.
“We consider it a large part of our job to learn as much
about you as we can, in order to provide the experience you
need here. And you freely gave us the information necessary
to do that,” he pointed out.
Which pissed her off even more, because he was right. She’d
stupidly filled out the forms, not thinking anyone was going
to analyze them that closely – simply thinking it
would be fun to find out if she was more Type A or Type B,
more creative or analytical, that sort of thing. “True, I
did. But you keep using the word need, and I assure
you I don’t need anything. If I needed it
so badly, why would I be turning it down?”
“Because you’re afraid of it, Jenna,” he answered without
missing a beat. “Which is perfectly understandable
considering your profile.”
She lowered her chin derisively. “So just what is it you
think you learned about me? What is it you think I need so
badly?”
Her sexy guide simply tilted his head, the move making him
appear almost arrogant. “If you don’t know, then I can’t
tell you, Jenna. You have to find out along the way.”
“Along what way?”
“By experiencing the sexual fantasies we’re going to create
for you here over the next two weeks.”
“That’s another thing,” she said, her dander rising even
more. “You and your brochures call them fantasies – yet
you design them? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sure it does,” he claimed. “We use only data you give us to
design your fantasies. Many people tell us that what they
experience here mirrors their own fantasies exactly. Others
say we help them live out fantasies they weren’t bold enough
to create in their own minds. Either way, we feel the term
‘fantasies’ is a good way to describe the experiences.”
Jenna simply gave her head a short shake. She couldn’t
believe this. Getting out of the sex part had sounded so
easy. But Brent Powers was making it pretty challenging –
and upsetting her in the process.
Until she suddenly remembered: It didn’t matter what he
said, or what he thought he knew, or even if some little
part of her wondered if, or feared, he could be right – she
didn’t have to anything she didn’t want to. So that’s what
she told him. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.”
“Of course you don’t,” he said smoothly. “But you
will want to, Jenna.”
She sat up a bit straighter, unnerved. “What makes you so sure?”
“Because I’m going to make you want to.”
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