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 of my satin–covered crotch but Mom was giving me a hard look. I
pulled my skirt back down.
