BLURB: Dennis Denton is a high–powered lobbyist in Washington, D.C. who owes much of his success to his beautiful wife, whose expertise in the bedroom is unparalleled. But there’s an important deal in the making and Mrs. Denton won’t be in the city to provide her usual services. It’s up to their gorgeous, adoptive daughter, Alana, to help out and she’s thrilled to do it. Follow Alana on her wild romp through the halls of the nation's power centers.
EXCERPT: “Alana.” My mother cleared her throat and looked uncertain for a minute. “You know I’m going away in the morning for about three months, right?”I nodded. Of course I knew. She’d been packed since yesterday and her bags were waiting by the door because that was how organized she was.“Well, tomorrow, your dad has a very important dinner with one of the Senate’s most senior congressmen.” She stopped and peered at me.I stared back, wondering where this was going. I didn’t understand why she was telling me this. It wasn’t news. I already knew that every now and then Dad hosts small, very important, dinners to try to get politicians and top government bureaucrats to see things the way his clients in the petroleum industry want them to be seen. That wasn’t a secret. He and Mom would dress up to the nines and sweep out of the house, looking and smelling like a million dollars. But I’d know it wasn’t an ordinary cocktail or dinner party they were going to because Mom always came out of the bedroom wearing a coat even in summer. I hadn’t caught on that she was deliberately trying to hide what she was wearing until one day years ago when I’d passed at the same moment as Daddy came out the door. He’d closed it back quickly when she yelled at him but I’d already seen the strappy, cleavage–bearing, dress she was wearing. I have no idea who designed that dress but I knew for sure it wasn’t the same person who designed the kinds of outfits she wore to Presidential Inaugurations, for example. A few days after that when I was home alone I checked out her closet and found a whole section of wildly revealing dresses with thigh–high slits or necklines that plunged down to her navel in the front or down to the top of her butt–crack in the back. Since I’d never seen her in them, I figured those were the dresses she was wearing when she emerged from her room in a coat. I’d snapped photos with my iPod and, the next time she came out in a coat, I waited about ten minutes after the front door had closed before going into their room. I checked the dresses that were still there against my photos. A shimmery purple number with a deep cowl–neck and one of the high slits was missing. Busted! The dresses she wore to regular events were fabulous but the ones she wore to the special dinners were straight up trampy. Of course, I’d never said anything to reveal my discovery.“Since I’m not going to be here, I’d like you to go with Dennis instead.”I dragged my thoughts back to the present and blinked at her. That was it? That was the big announcement?“Okay, sure.” I jumped to my feet. “No problem.”Daddy looked at me intently. “Your mother’s not finished.”I sank back down and the pleated skirt I was wearing flew up high on my thighs. Daddy’s gaze dropped down to my legs and stayed there which sent a wave of heat throbbing through me. If I moved just a little I could give him a good view but Mom was giving me a hard look. I pulled my skirt back down.“Pay attention, Alana. It’s not just any old dinner.”I sighed. I might not be an Honor Roll student but I’d already figured that much out. “I know, Mom. I get it. Daddy needs to make a good impression.”“Not just, Daddy. You, too. You, most of all.”
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