Fanning the Flames (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 0.50)

She’d bought the dress during a rare trip to Salt Lake City, telling herself that everyone needed a simple little black dress. But that had been a year ago and she hadn’t gotten the chance to wear it until today.

She smoothed her hand over the skirt. It was tight enough to take off a few pounds, the material was thick enough to hide some flaws, and she loved the way it made her feel perfectly curvy.

Once the black heels were on, Lauren untied the royal-blue silk scarf she’d worn around her neck to hide her cleavage. Then she brushed her hair, powdered her nose and slid on deep pink lipstick. The sight of that new berry shade reminded her instantly of the cougars Sophie had spoken of. Lauren looked like a woman on the prowl.

Maybe that was just what she needed. One night in bed with a hot young stud who’d be thrilled to let her take the edge off these new needs. She’d use him, he’d use her and they’d both leave spent and happy.

A sharp shock of lust pulsed through her at the thought of a man above her, his shoulders slick with exertion, her nails digging into his skin as he filled her over and over.

God. She needed that. It had been more than a year, and longer than that since anyone had really made it worth her while.

Someone knocked on the door. “Ready?” Sophie called.

Lauren stood, grabbed her purse, and opened the door. “I’m ready,” she said, and meant it.

Sophie’s eyes widened. “You look perfect.”

No, not perfect. She wasn’t as thin and young as Sophie. And there was no competing with that pretty red hair and tiny waist. Sophie adjusted her scarlet lipstick and pulled the pin from her hair twist. “Let’s go.”

Lauren tried not to grin, but she couldn’t help the extra swing in her step as she followed Sophie to the back door. By the time they walked outside, she was laughing for no other reason than it seemed funny to wear such high heels when the sun was still up.

She startled a little when she realized the boys from the fire station were playing basketball. But she watched idly as she nudged the door closed behind her. She’d noticed that a lot of them shaved their chests out of some misplaced vanity, wanting to show off their twenty-something muscles. Idiots. Jake’s hairy chest was much hotter.

That guilty thought killed her smile entirely when she saw that Jake was leaning against the wall of the station, watching his men play. Or she assumed he had been watching them. Now his eyes were locked right on her.

“Hi,” she said, the syllable half-strangled by her shock.

“Lauren.” His gaze slipped to Sophie and then back. “You ladies hitting the town?”

She nodded, but her throat somehow only produced a nervous laugh. Her hand rose of its own accord to cover the unusual amount of cleavage she was showing, but instead of shielding it, she only drew Jake’s attention. His very brief attention. After a quick look, he blinked and his eyes locked with hers again.

“The Crooked R,” Sophie volunteered. “In case you’re out later.”

Lauren felt her eyes go wide. Why the hell had Sophie told him that?

But Jake seemed unfazed. And uninterested. “I’m sure I’ll be tucked into bed by then. It’s been a long week.”

“That grass fire,” Lauren blurted.

“Yeah, we put in some extra hours on that.”

“Right,” Lauren said. “Good.”

His eyebrow rose and Lauren frowned.

“I mean, I’m glad you were there. As a firefighter. Not that I want you in danger. Just...thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” His gaze slipped away, but not before dipping lower along her body again. Lauren glanced down and realized her modest hand had now morphed into the equivalent of a flashing neon sign. Her fingertips rested temptingly against the rise of her own breast, the perfect example of a woman trying to display her wares.

Dropping her hand, she spun toward Sophie and called, “Have a nice evening!” as she rushed away.

There was no mistaking Sophie’s giggle of amusement behind her. “Lauren, my car is the other way.”

“Dammit,” she muttered, turning on her heel to head to the other side of the parking lot. She wasn’t going to look back—she was never going to look at Jake again—so she could only hope that Sophie was following.

Lauren lunged for the car door as soon as it beeped. But when Sophie got into the driver’s seat, her laughter made clear that they weren’t off the subject yet. “That was totally smooth.”

“Shut up. My breasts are halfway out.”