Publisher: Harper Perennial
ISBN-10: 0007249381
ISBN-13: 978-0007249381
Reviewed by: Sandra Scholes
Blurb:
Married call girl Nancy Chan has been asked to do something outrageous – even by her standards. Most favoured customer Milt has invited Nancy to his luxurious new villa in idyllic Provence. That's a lot of euros, but …
Can a (married) Manhattan call girl really holiday with a client? Seeing him morning, noon and night, coming up with new entertainments, and maintaining both a light tan and
a ‘professional' distance? Not to mention Milt's Viagra habit. In a difficult economic climate a girl can't always meet her quota, and Nancy's worried about losing her edge.
Nancy jumps at the chance to have a break from Manhattan (and from husband Matt) for a few weeks. Desperate for an alibi, she invents a vacation with her mom in southern France. In reality, Nancy is hard at work with some new playmates – Tini (Malaysian, with something extra), Isabel (a St-Tropez madam), and Serge (Isabel's hunky chauffeur) – while Matt grows more inquisitive. As Nancy discovers, the French countryside is ‘ten times trickier than Manhattan’ and nothing in her temporary world is quite what it seems.
When Milt's enigmatic cook Duncan turns up unexpectedly in Nancy's erotic fantasies, she begins questioning everything she knows. Can Nancy keep getting away with this?
There are several men in Nancy Chan's life, Milt is the one who wants her to be around him, while her husband waits patiently at home for her and Duncan keeps thrilling her mind with his handsome looks and cooking ability. Arranged as bite-sized diary entries, this is a tell-all story of Chan's exploits both in bed and out. One day she might be in Paris, the next in Rome - the fact is you just can't pin this girl down.
Excerpt:
Thursday, July 11
Today while Duncan was in the kitchen, I tiptoed discreetly into Milt's bedroom wearing a frilly pink bikini top, Daisy Duke shorts and lace heart-shaped sunglasses. As I straddled Milt's chest, I pulled my shades down so we could make eye contact.
"Now, that's different from what you had on this morning," he commented.
My poolside look - loose white pants, gauzy tops, expensive straw hat - is designed to protect my legs from the sun, and my image from other kinds of exposure. But that's what I relish about this job - in bed, I get to wear things that I won't wear in public.
Milt unzipped my shorts slowly, as though unwrapping a candy bar. He reached up to tease my tiny triangle of hair with a fingertip. I leaned over his face to let him kiss it. My pussy, however, was out of range because my shorts could only be opened, not removed. Placing his hands on my hips, he said, "You'll have to turn over, so I can get these off."
"I know."
A born schemer. I like that," he said, easing me onto my back. "You know all the moves."
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