I’m always working my angle. I’m a winner.
My name is Thomas David. TD for short.
I have an incredible ‘tool’ and I know how to ‘drive’ it.
TD opens his eyes, rubs his face, then stretches. “F**king hell!” He grins. The memory of the cocktail party last night comes rushing back into his burned out brain. Not only did he get to f**k Mandy, but he got to “virtually” suck Charlie too. His grin widens, knowing he can use that angle as unspoken leverage.
Sitting up, he looks around. The sun is up. He is alone in a nice comfy bed in a strange room. How did I get in here? He shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Oh yeah. After Siri vanished, they went down to the bar in the courtyard to celebrate with shots. He got pretty wasted. Darren and Brad carried him in and tossed him on the bed. He rubs his face again and looks around the room.
It’s void of any decorations. This must be the room Rachael will be given. They told her she would be allowed to decorate it herself.
“Rachael! Sh*t! I need to call her. What time is it?”
He rolls over to grab his phone off the night stand, but it isn’t there. “F**k! It’s in my pants in the cabinet.” He flops over onto his back and grabs his boner.
He is as happy as he has ever been in his life.
He grins at the three women and tells them. “My name is Touch Down because I always SCORE!”
They burst out laughing with him.
“What’s going on up here?” Angela’s sweet voice floats to him. “Did I miss out?”
“Siri, you fucking bitch!” His sexy half grin plastered across his face and his arms open wide, asking for a hug.
“Hey man, what are you doing here?” She says surprised to see him. Standing tense. Not falling for his charm.
“I came to see you bearing gifts.” He swoops her up anyway and lifts her off her feet. “I know Rule #1 and all, but I need to give you a hug, girl! You’re the greatest! What you did last night was fucking fantastic!”
Her whole body tenses and a door at the end of the hall is snatched open.
TD turns his head to see a vaguely familiar man storm into the hall. He is wearing only a pair of distressed, faded jeans, no shirt, no shoes. His body is sculpted. His short hair reminds TD of the security bodyguards that Rachael’s father, his stepdad, employs. Former military special forces. He freezes in fear.
Siri tells him in a voice that means absolutely NO TOUCHING. “Put me down, TD! NOW!” Panic wells up inside TD’s gut making him drop Siri instantly. She shoves him away, then spins to face the military man. Hand in the air. She commands him. “AUREI, STOP! STOP RIGHT THERE! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”
When Siri encounters a military man called Moore, she is caught off guard by her body’s immediate chemical response to this enigmatic and reserved young officer, who is gorgeous beyond what even she is accustomed to. Not being able to restrain her flirtatious side, the confident Diva, oozing sex appeal, teases the handsome hunk, unwittingly putting her Rule #1: No Touching in serious danger.
Add in the danger she encounters when she is hoodwinked by TD, aka Touch Down, to attend a cocktail party with him, which turns out to be a cock and tail sex party of swingers, and her Rule #1: No Touching is entirely in jeopardy. She must use ALL her Vegas secrets to escape un-f**ked.
Alone, walking on the side of the road in the early morning hours, Siri finds herself directly in Moore’s path and is in danger again. Will she … can she … remain UNTOUCHABLE?
Whether it’s Army, Navy, Air Force or Marines, military men make her swoon. Her alpha male hunks are heroes and they fall for her confident, smart, and oh so sexy heroines. She believes in modern day fairy tales complete with virgins and soulmates.
She is fun and flirty like the heroines she writes. “Jessika Klide is my pen name. I’m from LA … Lower Alabama. The Deep South. Since my mind is super slutty, it’s just better to use a pen name. Trust me on this! 😉 Love and lust form perfect unions and the stars do align for true love.”
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