A tiny woman quietly enters the room. Her brown hair is twisted into a chignon. She’s wearing a plain white blouse, black dress pants and ballerina flats.
Belinda (Bee) Carter: I’m back. (smiles)
Cynthia Sax: I’m glad you could meet with me today. (hugs her) Please sit down. (waves at one of the comfy overstuffed leather chairs. Bee sits primly, her knees pressed together, her hands placed on her thighs.) I understand your contract at the charity is ending soon.
Belinda: Yes, it is. (brown eyes glitter) I expect to be a full-time employee soon. (her voice is infused with a hint of squeal)
Cynthia Sax: (lifts eyebrows) Are you confident it is? There are two temporary employees and only one full time job.
Belinda: (leans forward) The other temp hasn’t done a lick of work. I’ve completed both her tasks and mine. My boss knows this. He’s an intelligent man and realizes I’ve earned the position.
Cynthia Sax: But if your boss doesn’t choose you—
Belinda: He has to! (wiggles in the seat) I mean, he will.
Cynthia Sax: (flips through previous notes) Because you need the income from this job to help your mom pay her rent.
Belinda: (cheeks turn pink) Who told you that?
Cynthia Sax: Ummm…
Belinda: (narrows eyes) My mom is a wonderful person and I won’t tolerate anyone saying anything bad about her.
Cynthia Sax: My mom is a single mother and I help her out also. Your mom—
Belinda: (holds up her hands) I’m not talking about my mom.
Cynthia Sax: About Hawke—
Belinda: He’s a tattooed bad boy biker, a one night stand type of man. There’s no reason to talk about him either. He won’t be here tomorrow.
Cynthia Sax: And Nicolas, the billionaire real estate developer, Chicago’s most sought after bachelor?
Belinda: (face grows soft) He’s my future husband, my forever man. When I first saw him, saw the loneliness in his eyes, I knew he’d be mine.
Cynthia Sax: The two of you are dating?
Belinda: (squirms) Not yet. (hands flutter) We talked for the first time today. We’re both cautious people and are taking it slowly, one day at a time.
Cynthia Sax: I see.
Sinful Rewards 1
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
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Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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Voices murmur outside the condo’s door, the sound piercing my delightful daydream. I swing the telescope upward, not wanting to be caught using it. The snippets of conversation drift away.
I don’t relax. If the telescope isn’t in the same spot as it was positioned last night, Cyndi will realize I’ve been using it. She’ll tease me about being a fellow pervert, sharing the story, embellished for more dramatic effect, with her stern serious dad or, worse, with Angel, that snobby friend of hers.
I’ll die. It’ll be worse than being the butt of jokes in high school because that ridicule had been about my clothes and this will center around the part of my soul I’ve always kept hidden. It’ll also be the truth and I won’t be able to deny it. I am a pervert.
I have to return the telescope to where it was positioned. This is the only acceptable solution. I tap the metal tube.
Last night, my man-crazy roommate had been giggling over the new guy in three eleven north. The previous occupant had been a gray-haired, bowtie-wearing tax auditor, his luxurious accommodations supplied by Nicolas. The most exciting thing he ever did was drink his tea on the balcony.
According to Cyndi, the new occupant is a delicious piece of man candy, tattooed, buff, and head-to-toe lickable. He’d been completing arm curls outside and she’d enthusiastically counted his reps, oohing and aahing over his bulging biceps, calling to me to take a look.
I’d resisted that temptation, focusing on making macaroni and cheese for the two of us, the recipe snagged from the diner my mom works in. After we scarfed down dinner with Cyndi licking her plate clean, she left for the club and hasn’t returned.
Three eleven north is the mirror condo to ours. I straighten the telescope. That position looks about right but then, the imitation UGGS I bought in second year college looked about right also. The first time I wore the boots in the rain, the sheepskin fell apart, leaving me barefoot in Economics 201.
Unwilling to risk Cyndi’s friendship on about right, I gaze through the eyepiece. The view consists of rippling golden planes, almost like…
Tanned skin pulled over defined abs.
I blink. It can’t be. I take another look. A perfect pearl of perspiration clings to a puckered scar. The drop elongates more and more, stretching, snapping. It trickles downward, navigating the swells and valleys of a man’s honed torso.
No. I straighten. This is wrong. I shouldn’t watch our sexy neighbor as he stands on his balcony. If anyone catches me…
I glance behind me. There’s no one here to catch me. Cyndi won’t know I looked. The hunk in three eleven north won’t know I looked. I’m not harming anyone.
I bend over and take another peek.