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Simply Sensual
Carly Phillips
Easy money. That’s why P.I. Ben Callahan agrees to take the job of watching over spoiled heiress Grace Montgomery.But he soon discovers she has a reckless streak a mile wide. She’s determined to experience everything she’s been missing…including a chance to explore her sensual side. And she wants to do that exploring with Ben!He’s not complaining–it’s just too bad what they’ve got going won’t last after Grace discovers Ben’s on the family payroll….
Rave reviews for the novels of
Carly Phillips
CROSS MY HEART
“Who doesn’t love a reunion of long-lost loves? Add a diabolical villain, as Carly Phillips does, and you have everything you need for a beach read.”
—Columbus Dispatch
“Smart, engrossing and totally addictive! Cross My Heart is a definite must-have in this season’s beach bag.”
—www.FreshFiction.com
SUMMER LOVIN’
“Phillips’s light touch assures a happy ending to this diverting beach read.”
—Publishers Weekly
“A funny and touching family drama.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews
“A fun, yet emotional story. A story that will keep you hooked with its kooky, yet charming characters.”
—Romance Reviews Today
What’s steamier than a New York City summer? Carly Phillips’s Hot series!
HOT ITEM
“Saving her best for last, Phillips wraps up her jocular Hot Zone trilogy….”
—Publishers Weekly
“Phillips has penned a charming, fast-paced contemporary romp-through-the-sheets.”
—Booklist
“Hot Item is a winner.”
—Romance Reviews Today
HOT NUMBER
“A veteran romance author who climbed to star status in Harlequin’s Temptation line, Phillips is certain to capture a new bank of fans with the fresh venue and stylish dialogue featured in this perky series.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Hot Number is a fun, sexy read. For everyone who has ever wished to turn the head of a guy, this book definitely allows you that fantasy while giving you a satisfying love story. Ms. Phillips has proven herself more than capable of delivering stories that touch your heart and your funnybone.”
—In the Library Reviews
“In the follow-up to last year’s Hot Stuff, Phillips once again dives into the high pressure world of sports. Micki and Damian each have quite a few issues to resolve, which adds spice to an already volatile mixture.”
—Jill M. Smith, Romantic Times BOOKreviews (4 stars)
“Carly Phillips hits a home run with the fun, yet touching Hot Number.”
—Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
HOT STUFF
“This breezy book will likely score a touchdown with readers looking for sexy thrills and instant gratification.”
—Publishers Weekly
“This first book in The Hot Zone trilogy shines with Phillips’ trademark sizzle and sensuality. She delivers strong, appealing characters while exploring the dynamics of families—what brings them together and what draws them apart. The ending emotionally satisfies and gives readers a tantalizing peek at the romantic quandaries awaiting the rest of the family.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews (4 stars)
“Hot Stuff is a surefire hit.”
—Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
Carly Phillips
Simply Sensual
SIMPLY sensual
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
BEN CALLAHAN FROWNED at the bone china cup on the sterling serving tray in front of him. Unable to fit one of his large fingers through the handle, he tried instead to hold the delicate cup with his whole hand. He’d have chucked the idea of attempting to grasp the cup, if not for his elderly hostess. Emma Montgomery had declared it was teatime, and from what Ben had seen, he wouldn’t be getting any information out of her until he’d shared in her daily ritual.
He’d never understand the wealthy, nor did he care to try. He’d had a good deal of experience with the breed, none of it leaving a positive impression. His mother had scrubbed floors for a living and he’d seen firsthand how poorly the help was treated. He’d whisked his mother away from menial labor and verbal abuse as soon as he was old enough to support them both.
It was ironic, really. Most of the clients he’d accumulated as a private investigator had money to burn. Ben didn’t mind taking their cash. It paid not only his bills, but the extra money covered the cost of the independent living community where he’d placed his mother. He considered it payback for her years of service.
The elderly woman seated across from him was a potential client. She’d been referred to him by an acquaintance in her social set, one he remembered from the time he’d worked for her last year. So far Emma Montgomery, his hostess, had been refreshing, both charming and persistent at the same time.
While other clients tried to whittle away at his expenses and final take, despite their ability to afford his reasonable fee, Emma Montgomery had paid his airfare and expenses from New York City to Hampshire, Massachusetts, to discuss her reasons for wanting to hire him. As further enticement, she’d named a hefty sum he’d never seen before on a single case, and promised him free rein with expenses, no questions asked. All before she’d explained why she needed his services.
Ben was not only intrigued, but inclined to accept. The money she’d promised would enable him to have his mother moved from independent living to assisted care. With her eyesight rapidly deteriorating, she couldn’t live alone and this case might make the upgraded care possible. If it meant putting up with idiosyncrasies like teatime, he’d force himself to endure.
He met his hostess’s gaze. Piercing brown eyes regarded him from over the rim of her cup. I’m waiting, she seemed to be saying. There was nothing he could do but raise the cup and take a sip.
The minute the hot liquid passed his lips, she said, “My granddaughter needs a sitter. Do you have any interest in the job?”
He swallowed fast, burning his tongue and nearly losing his precarious hold on the fine china. No way he’d heard her correctly. She was offering all that good money for him to play baby-sitter? He shook his head. “Excuse me?”
“Perhaps I didn’t phrase that quite right. I think maybe keeper is the correct word.” She tapped the side of her head, without messing the perfect bun in her gray hair. “Yes, that’s right. My granddaughter is in the process of finding herself and she needs a keeper.”
He placed the cup onto the saucer before he could do serious damage. “I think you’ve been misinformed, Mrs. Montgomery.” Good money or not, Ben drew the line at baby-sitting.
“Call me Emma.” Her smile grew wider.
“Emma. I’m a private investigator. I don’t baby-sit wayward children. Just how old is your granddaughter anyway?”
Emma reached onto the table beside the couch, holding a photo in her hand. She turned the picture toward him.
The woman staring back at him was no child. Honey-blond hair, warm brown eyes and a face as delicate as the china he’d recently held stared back at him. A rush of desire hit Ben hard and a shot of adrenaline jump-started his heart.
“She’s almost thirty and quite a beauty, isn’t she?” Emma asked, pride lilting her voice.
He met the older woman’s gaze and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “She’s…something all right.” A golden princess.
In his profession Ben was used to observing people and photographs. He was used to forming opinions and going with gut instinct. He was rarely mistaken in his impressions and never blindsided by a pretty face. And he’d always been able to remain detached. Until now.
This woman was beautiful enough to affect his senses and sensual enough to rev up his libido. Her eyes reflected a wealth of emotion and hidden secrets—secrets he yearned to uncover. The assignment he’d been about to throw away had suddenly become one he couldn’t resist and a distinct sense of unease slithered through him.
“Grace moved to New York City a few years ago,” Emma said. “She’s always lived off the trust her parents set up for her as a child. No steady job, no steady man.” She said the last with enforced meaning before she appraised Ben from his work boots to his unkempt hair.
He shook his head as if he could rid himself of her penetrating stare. “And what’s going on with Grace that’s prompted you to contact me now?”
“She’s stopped withdrawing money from her trust and decided it’s time to live on her own.”
“I’d think that was an admirable move,” Ben said, having more respect for the new Grace than the one who had lived off her family money for years.
“Well, of course it is. It’s how I raised her, after all—To be her own person. It worked, to an extent. She got out of Hampshire and away from her controlling father, Edgar, who is my son. We call him the judge.” She laughed but the sound contained no joy. “He has no idea what family means. Though I admit, with my grandson, Logan’s, recent marriage and new baby, he’s learning. But Grace isn’t around to see it.”
Sensing she’d gotten off track, Ben tried to steer her back to what she wanted from him. “So you want Grace back home?”
Emma shook her head. “Not if she’s safe and happy in New York. That’s all I care about, you see. But I can’t get information out of her because she’s clammed up on me.” The older woman zipped her fingers across her lips. “All she’ll say is that she’s fine and I shouldn’t worry.” Emma snorted, telling Ben what she thought of her granddaughter’s silence. “How can I not worry, the way she travels with a camera around her neck, paying more attention to her photographs than her surroundings?”
“She’s an adult,” Ben felt compelled to remind Emma.
“Women like her are attacked every day in New York City. She swears she’s taken a self-defense class, as if that’s enough to soothe me. I’m certain she’s holding out. Ever since my brush with death, she thinks she’s protecting me. She doesn’t realize it’s more stressful on the heart, being kept in the dark.”
Ben nodded in understanding. His own father had died of a heart attack when Ben had been eight. He remembered him as a good man with a heart of gold. Too bad that heart had also been weak and he’d died driving home from his job as a department store manager, leaving no insurance and little money in the bank. His mother had been forced to extreme measures to make ends meet, and she’d turned to the only experience she had—housekeeping, only this time she worked in other people’s homes.
“Make no mistake, Mr. Callahan. I’m glad Grace is finally ready to tackle the world on her own.” Emma’s voice brought him back to the present. “It’ll give her a chance to sow those wild oats her father made her suppress, but at the same time, that kind of sudden freedom frightens me. Even nearing thirty Grace has been sheltered too long. And I know her. Now that she’s made a stand, her pride won’t let her call on me or her brother if she runs into trouble. I need to know she’s okay.” Emma placed a frail hand on his arm.
“Call me Ben,” he said, wondering if Emma was right—if Grace had a penchant for getting into trouble, and if so, what kind.
No way he could deny Emma the peace of mind she sought. Her obvious love for her granddaughter, along with his financial need, sealed his agreement.
She smiled. “I’ve taken a few liberties under the assumption you’d take this case.”
Ben was used to presumptuous clients, but he could only imagine what this woman had decided for him. “What liberties would those be, Mrs….” He caught the quick shake of her head and corrected the formality. “What liberties, Emma?”
“Grace lives in Murray Hill, in a one-bedroom off Third Avenue. After a long talk with the landlord, I managed to secure you the apartment across the hall. It seems his brother lives there and he’s out of the country on business for the next month.” Her white smile widened. “Wouldn’t it be nice of his good friend Ben Callahan to apartment-sit for him?” She reached for something on the sofa table behind her and dangled a set of keys in front of his eyes.
Ben shook his head. “How convenient.” He thought he’d been prepared for anything. He’d been wrong. “I’m sure you realize I already have a place to live, Emma.”
She rolled her eyes as if he were slow. “Of course you do.” Without warning, the older woman grabbed for his hand again, and her eyes met his in a silent plea, one he had a hard time ignoring. His gut clenched as he silently acknowledged he was in trouble.
“I need to know Grace is safe, satisfied and fulfilled before I pass on. And you can only do that if you get close enough to see for yourself. I’ve heard you’re the best, Ben.”
He knew he was being worked shamelessly, and even so, he couldn’t look away. Worse, her motives seemed so honest and pure, he couldn’t bring himself to turn her down. What would it hurt if he got to know the granddaughter to assure the grandmother everything was okay? He could give the older woman peace of mind and finance his mother’s care at the same time. A win-win situation, even if it meant putting up with the older woman’s meddling.
“Well?” Emma asked.
He glanced at the photo once more. Detachment? Hell, he’d been sucker-punched by a picture. Heaven only knew what his reaction would be to Grace Montgomery in the flesh.
