Dana Bumpett

Time out for sex!

CHAPTER ONE

Dana Carroll looked out the window of the jet and saw nothing but ocean. She couldn't help but grin to herself. She was on her way to the Bahamas, and it seemed almost too good to be true. With only a secretary's wages, she never dreamed she would be able to go to the Bahamas for a week, but the subtle pressure of her boss' thigh reminded her that this was a business trip, and not all pleasure.

Dana glanced over at Charles Brennen, her boss. He was a handsome, silver-haired man in his late forties. At the moment he appeared to be engrossed in some business papers, but he kept touching his thigh to Dana's, as if by accident. Dana wondered if it really was accidental contact, or if he was doing it on purpose. He had never come on to her before in the three years she had worked for him, but there were rumors circulating around the office now that Charley was bored with his marriage and had an eye out for some of the more attractive secretaries.

Dana inched her leg away from his and resumed looking out the window. In just a few hours she would be on a tropical beach, enjoying the sun, sand and surf. What a delicious contrast that would be to the cold mid-West winter they had left behind. She could hardly wait.

There was just one thing which kept her happiness and excitement from being complete. She was so horny she could have screamed!

Charles Brennen wasn't helping matters, either. She had found him extremely attractive, and sexy as hell, from the first moment she had laid eyes on him. And now, sitting so close to him that she could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body was driving her crazy. His leg was pressing lightly against her again. Maybe he just wasn't conscious of what he was doing, but it was having a very definite effect on her. She was having some pretty naughty thoughts for a married woman.

"You all right, Dana?" Charles asked, looking up from his papers.

"Why, yes, Mr. Brennen," Dana replied, reddening slightly. "What made you ask?"

"You just let out with a great big sigh," he grinned. "It seemed like something is on your mind."

Dana turned even redder. "Oh, no. It's nothing, really, Mr. Brennen," she insisted.

"Call me Chuck," he told her. "And let me order you another drink. This is your first trip, and, of course, you're a little nervous. A drink will help calm you."