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Authors: Toni Blake
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on her face.
It felt utterly strange shifting her eyes back to the letch she was pretending to seduce, knowing the real object of her desire spied her every move. The bartender was cramping her style, taking her head out of the game.
She reached to lightly touch the Armani's sleeve. "It's too loud in here. Let's go out on the balcony where we can talk."
The Armani grinned. "Excellent idea. After you."
Pushing through the nearest set of French doors was like escaping a nemesis. As soon as the darkness closed around her and her prey, she felt freer to begin probing for information. She leaned against a white wrought-iron railing and took a sip from her glass. "You seemed surprised you hadn't seen me here before. Does that mean you're a frequent customer?"
The Armani laughed softly and began stroking her arm with his thumb. "Now, sweetheart, what difference does that make?"
Her skin crawled at his caress, her body going cold despite the heavy air. Keep selling it. "Just curious. And the truth is, I haven't been here too many times before ... but maybe you know my girlfriend Tina? She's here all the time."
He tilted his head. 'Tina, huh? No, I don't think so."
She lowered her chin in teasing accusation. "Are you sure? Pretty blonde, twenty-five, gorgeous eyes?" Then she laughed. "Because if you're worried I'm the jealous type, don't be."
He flashed a lecherous grin. "Well then, maybe you < should call her up and the three of us can have ourselves a little party."
Oh God. Talk about skin crawling. "No, sweetheart," she said, playfully echoing him. "I don't share."
"My loss," he said lightly before raising his eyebrows. "Or maybe my gain? Why don't we go to my place and you can show me just how possessive you are."
Now what? He didn't know Tina, or if he did, he wasn't saying. And she'd as good as agreed to have sex with him, damn it. She'd gotten so good at selling that she'd forgotten when to stop. "I ... need to visit the ladies' room first."
She kept her smile in place but immediately sensed that she'd made a faux pas. She'd hesitated too long when she'd been scrambling for an excuse to walk away.
"What if I don't want you to go?" He continued flashing a lusty grin as he slid his arms around her in a loose embrace.
She forced a laugh. "Why wouldn't you want me to go to the ladies' room?"
He gave his head a slight tilt, as if trying to read her eyes. "Just a funny feeling I've got. Not trying to get away from me, are you, sweetheart?"
She gazed up at him. Pretend he's the man you desire. As much as you can. "Why on earth would I do that?"
His expression went serious. "I'm not sure, but I'm not interested in risking it. I want you for the night. How much?"
Despite that wanting her for an hour was just as heinous, her throat caught. She'd never expected to end up in a mess this deep. She hoped like hell he didn't see her nervous swallow. "That depends."
"On?"
His touch grew more offensive by the moment, but she made herself giggle. "If you're going to be a gentleman and let me go to the bathroom first."
"How about a preview before you go? Something to keep me happy while you're away."
She laughed again, praying he didn't feel her body tensing. "I'm not going across the country or anything. It's the bathroom. I'll be gone two minutes."
"Even so, the customer's always right, right?"
He slid his hand from her hip up toward her breast— until she reflexively clamped her arm down tight against her body, stopping his progress. Even in the darkness, she could see the ugly tint suddenly lighting his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She shook her head, but damn it, her voice quavered slightly.
His eyes narrowed to thin slits. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I don't like it. I came here to find a willing woman, and I picked you. I want to start getting my money's worth, now."
Suddenly unable to endure his touch for even a second longer, the instincts of a lifetime kicked
It felt utterly strange shifting her eyes back to the letch she was pretending to seduce, knowing the real object of her desire spied her every move. The bartender was cramping her style, taking her head out of the game.
She reached to lightly touch the Armani's sleeve. "It's too loud in here. Let's go out on the balcony where we can talk."
The Armani grinned. "Excellent idea. After you."
Pushing through the nearest set of French doors was like escaping a nemesis. As soon as the darkness closed around her and her prey, she felt freer to begin probing for information. She leaned against a white wrought-iron railing and took a sip from her glass. "You seemed surprised you hadn't seen me here before. Does that mean you're a frequent customer?"
The Armani laughed softly and began stroking her arm with his thumb. "Now, sweetheart, what difference does that make?"
Her skin crawled at his caress, her body going cold despite the heavy air. Keep selling it. "Just curious. And the truth is, I haven't been here too many times before ... but maybe you know my girlfriend Tina? She's here all the time."
He tilted his head. 'Tina, huh? No, I don't think so."
She lowered her chin in teasing accusation. "Are you sure? Pretty blonde, twenty-five, gorgeous eyes?" Then she laughed. "Because if you're worried I'm the jealous type, don't be."
He flashed a lecherous grin. "Well then, maybe you < should call her up and the three of us can have ourselves a little party."
Oh God. Talk about skin crawling. "No, sweetheart," she said, playfully echoing him. "I don't share."
"My loss," he said lightly before raising his eyebrows. "Or maybe my gain? Why don't we go to my place and you can show me just how possessive you are."
Now what? He didn't know Tina, or if he did, he wasn't saying. And she'd as good as agreed to have sex with him, damn it. She'd gotten so good at selling that she'd forgotten when to stop. "I ... need to visit the ladies' room first."
She kept her smile in place but immediately sensed that she'd made a faux pas. She'd hesitated too long when she'd been scrambling for an excuse to walk away.
"What if I don't want you to go?" He continued flashing a lusty grin as he slid his arms around her in a loose embrace.
She forced a laugh. "Why wouldn't you want me to go to the ladies' room?"
He gave his head a slight tilt, as if trying to read her eyes. "Just a funny feeling I've got. Not trying to get away from me, are you, sweetheart?"
She gazed up at him. Pretend he's the man you desire. As much as you can. "Why on earth would I do that?"
His expression went serious. "I'm not sure, but I'm not interested in risking it. I want you for the night. How much?"
Despite that wanting her for an hour was just as heinous, her throat caught. She'd never expected to end up in a mess this deep. She hoped like hell he didn't see her nervous swallow. "That depends."
"On?"
His touch grew more offensive by the moment, but she made herself giggle. "If you're going to be a gentleman and let me go to the bathroom first."
"How about a preview before you go? Something to keep me happy while you're away."
She laughed again, praying he didn't feel her body tensing. "I'm not going across the country or anything. It's the bathroom. I'll be gone two minutes."
"Even so, the customer's always right, right?"
He slid his hand from her hip up toward her breast— until she reflexively clamped her arm down tight against her body, stopping his progress. Even in the darkness, she could see the ugly tint suddenly lighting his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She shook her head, but damn it, her voice quavered slightly.
His eyes narrowed to thin slits. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I don't like it. I came here to find a willing woman, and I picked you. I want to start getting my money's worth, now."
Suddenly unable to endure his touch for even a second longer, the instincts of a lifetime kicked
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