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and extended her hand, Hayley rounded the table to take it, and when they reached the dance floor, they fell into an easy swing step so comfortably in sync they seemed to have danced together many times before.
If Pierce and Cameo hadn’t been so near, Domino might have had to force herself at times to remember she was here on business, for Hayley was engaging company. The dress she was barely wearing clung to her as she danced, outlining her hips and breasts, and from the provocative way she moved, her sexual interest in Domino was unmistakable.
Now and then she would drift close and whisper some amusing or racy observation about one of the other guests, her breath warm against Domino’s neck, and each time she did, she also touched some part of her—her arm, her back, her waist, always with fingertips tracing a light but deliberate path—the first teasing touches of foreplay.
Domino smiled to herself at how easy she was finding this assignment. It took no effort to charm Hayley Ward. When the songs changed, Domino didn’t attempt to part company and end the flirtation. She simply fell into another kind of rhythm and they danced on.
The fifth song was a slow number, and as soon as it commenced, Hayley moved into her arms with an audible sigh, as though it was exactly the one she’d been waiting for. Domino was uncharacteristically content in the embrace, allowing herself a moment to forget why she was there. She could fully relish Hayley’s arms around her neck, the feel of hands playing in her hair, the press of their bodies. Something about this whole situation was different. She was enjoying herself too much to care why Pierce had brought her here. “I might have to restate my earlier quote,” she said softly, very close to Hayley’s ear. “An artist’s dream is to hold inspiration in her arms.”
She had been well schooled in this kind of charming social repartee. But it felt less forced and artificial than usual. She encircled Hayley’s waist, and a twinge shot through her groin when she touched the warm, soft skin exposed by the low scoop back of Hayley’s dress. She was so immersed in the sensations, she barely registered Cameo’s hand on her shoulder.
“Sorry to interrupt, ladies,” Cameo said with a smile, as they parted slightly to acknowledge her. “I wanted to say I enjoyed meeting both of you, but I have to call it an evening.”
Pierce deliberately but discreetly moved into Domino’s line of sight behind Hayley, as she and Cameo exchanged polite good-byes. With an almost imperceptible nod and tilt of his head, he signaled that Domino had done well and should also make her exit.
Damn. Cameo left, and Domino allowed herself the rest of the song in Hayley’s embrace. The night was ending much too soon, but at least she would soon learn what this was about.
The next song began, another slow one, but as much as she was enjoying this mating game, she knew Pierce would be waiting. She loosened her grip around Hayley’s waist and led her off the dance floor. “I wish I could stay, Hayley, but I need to leave too. I have another appointment tonight, and I’m already a bit late.”
Hayley’s face registered her surprise and she stuck out her lower lip. “Now that’s an awful shame. Sure you can’t reschedule?” She planted a soft kiss on Domino’s neck before whispering provocatively in her ear, “Come back to my place? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I’d love to, and I’m sure you would.” Domino gave her a naughty smile. “But it’s out of my hands.”
Hayley sighed, admitting defeat. “Then at least tell me you’ll call me. I’d like to hear why you prefer churches and cathedrals.”
“What’s your number?” Domino had no idea whether she’d be able to comply with the request—that would depend on Pierce. But she hoped whatever the reason behind this evening’s intrigue, she could reconnect with Hayley.
Hayley cocked her head and paused a beat, as though waiting for
If Pierce and Cameo hadn’t been so near, Domino might have had to force herself at times to remember she was here on business, for Hayley was engaging company. The dress she was barely wearing clung to her as she danced, outlining her hips and breasts, and from the provocative way she moved, her sexual interest in Domino was unmistakable.
Now and then she would drift close and whisper some amusing or racy observation about one of the other guests, her breath warm against Domino’s neck, and each time she did, she also touched some part of her—her arm, her back, her waist, always with fingertips tracing a light but deliberate path—the first teasing touches of foreplay.
Domino smiled to herself at how easy she was finding this assignment. It took no effort to charm Hayley Ward. When the songs changed, Domino didn’t attempt to part company and end the flirtation. She simply fell into another kind of rhythm and they danced on.
The fifth song was a slow number, and as soon as it commenced, Hayley moved into her arms with an audible sigh, as though it was exactly the one she’d been waiting for. Domino was uncharacteristically content in the embrace, allowing herself a moment to forget why she was there. She could fully relish Hayley’s arms around her neck, the feel of hands playing in her hair, the press of their bodies. Something about this whole situation was different. She was enjoying herself too much to care why Pierce had brought her here. “I might have to restate my earlier quote,” she said softly, very close to Hayley’s ear. “An artist’s dream is to hold inspiration in her arms.”
She had been well schooled in this kind of charming social repartee. But it felt less forced and artificial than usual. She encircled Hayley’s waist, and a twinge shot through her groin when she touched the warm, soft skin exposed by the low scoop back of Hayley’s dress. She was so immersed in the sensations, she barely registered Cameo’s hand on her shoulder.
“Sorry to interrupt, ladies,” Cameo said with a smile, as they parted slightly to acknowledge her. “I wanted to say I enjoyed meeting both of you, but I have to call it an evening.”
Pierce deliberately but discreetly moved into Domino’s line of sight behind Hayley, as she and Cameo exchanged polite good-byes. With an almost imperceptible nod and tilt of his head, he signaled that Domino had done well and should also make her exit.
Damn. Cameo left, and Domino allowed herself the rest of the song in Hayley’s embrace. The night was ending much too soon, but at least she would soon learn what this was about.
The next song began, another slow one, but as much as she was enjoying this mating game, she knew Pierce would be waiting. She loosened her grip around Hayley’s waist and led her off the dance floor. “I wish I could stay, Hayley, but I need to leave too. I have another appointment tonight, and I’m already a bit late.”
Hayley’s face registered her surprise and she stuck out her lower lip. “Now that’s an awful shame. Sure you can’t reschedule?” She planted a soft kiss on Domino’s neck before whispering provocatively in her ear, “Come back to my place? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I’d love to, and I’m sure you would.” Domino gave her a naughty smile. “But it’s out of my hands.”
Hayley sighed, admitting defeat. “Then at least tell me you’ll call me. I’d like to hear why you prefer churches and cathedrals.”
“What’s your number?” Domino had no idea whether she’d be able to comply with the request—that would depend on Pierce. But she hoped whatever the reason behind this evening’s intrigue, she could reconnect with Hayley.
Hayley cocked her head and paused a beat, as though waiting for
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