Read Online Never Say Never (The Price of Fame Series) by Aimée Duffy - Free Book Online
Authors: Aimée Duffy
Ads: Link
hands slid from her writs to rest on the tops of her hands. He held her loosely, only pressing gently when he wanted her to move the discs. It was so intimate, the trust, the closeness of their bodies. Not to mention thrilling. She couldn’t help but beam with joy.
She felt like Demi Moore in Ghost , sans the pottery. This was the most intimate she’d ever been with a man while still wearing her clothes, and she didn’t even know him. Not really. The song came to an end and Sander announced via the mic that the club was closing soon. Chloe couldn’t believe it was so late. Time had flown by, and she didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to let her go.
Several heartbeats passed. She was still bracketed by his arms, still craving the closeness of his body. Chloe didn’t know whether it was the trust he’d shown by letting her have a go at the decks, or the spine-tingling kiss he’d given her earlier, but she leaned back against him. His warm, firm hands slid to her stomach and she sighed at the contact. His chin rested on her head while they watched the crowd get ready to leave.
Sander’s hands skimmed up her sides to her shoulders. He slipped her headset off then removed his and dumped them on the machinery to the side.
She turned to him, not knowing what to expect. Another sexy grin, some hint he wanted her? Chloe didn’t know which she’d prefer, but she braced herself for either. The question was could she take this further than pretend with Sander? Did she want to get tangled up with another man, especially when her mum needed her? Not to mention a man as busy as he was. When she met his gaze, the heat in his stormy eyes made her breath hitch and her stomach quiver. She lost the ability to think.
* * * *
Sander’s whole body was rigid with need. Barely a few hours ago, he’d known what it was like to have Chloe’s soft, slender curves molded to every inch of him. Felt her tremble, heard her soft sigh, tasted her sweet lips. Heated blood still pounded through his veins.
But the look in her eyes now, hot and needy, but also confused and worried, froze him to the spot. She wanted him, her earlier response to his kiss proved it, but she bore a broken heart. Messy emotions weren’t his thing. Christ, he didn’t do emotions himself. Or so Sienna had told him, but what he had with her wasn’t supposed to be about love. Sienna knew he couldn’t give her a family, and the supermodel in her had insisted she didn’t want kids. It seemed love was a different issue, but Sander had no idea what love was.
He had to back off from Chloe, stick to the deal before it took a nose dive and he was left to face the happy couple on his own.
Sander took a reluctant step back. Her sigh of relief solidified his determination. “I better take you home. Your interview’s at ten in the morning.”
Chloe nodded. Linking her fingers in front of her, she licked her lips. “Sander, I’m going to be judged on what I can do, not your recommendation, right?”
“Yes, I told you that.”
She bit her lip and nodded warily.
“Do you want me to call in a favor, ask them to give the job to you?” Maybe he’d had it wrong before.
When he’d dangled the interview in front of her, he’d thought he caught a spark of anger in her eyes. Like he’d done something unacceptable. Then seen relief in her expression when he’d said she had to prove herself. He respected her for that.
“No, of course not,” she replied.
He couldn’t doubt the sincerity in her eyes.
“I just want to know if I get the job, it’s because I’m good at what I do. Because they like me.”
She dipped her head. Sander tilted her chin back up so he could read her eyes. The defeat in her expression made his heart squeeze. He dropped his hand immediately. Dammit, he never got heart squeezes.
“Why wouldn’t they like you, Chloe? You’re amazing.”
Why else would he be going out his way to help her mother so he could pretend to date her?
She felt like Demi Moore in Ghost , sans the pottery. This was the most intimate she’d ever been with a man while still wearing her clothes, and she didn’t even know him. Not really. The song came to an end and Sander announced via the mic that the club was closing soon. Chloe couldn’t believe it was so late. Time had flown by, and she didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to let her go.
Several heartbeats passed. She was still bracketed by his arms, still craving the closeness of his body. Chloe didn’t know whether it was the trust he’d shown by letting her have a go at the decks, or the spine-tingling kiss he’d given her earlier, but she leaned back against him. His warm, firm hands slid to her stomach and she sighed at the contact. His chin rested on her head while they watched the crowd get ready to leave.
Sander’s hands skimmed up her sides to her shoulders. He slipped her headset off then removed his and dumped them on the machinery to the side.
She turned to him, not knowing what to expect. Another sexy grin, some hint he wanted her? Chloe didn’t know which she’d prefer, but she braced herself for either. The question was could she take this further than pretend with Sander? Did she want to get tangled up with another man, especially when her mum needed her? Not to mention a man as busy as he was. When she met his gaze, the heat in his stormy eyes made her breath hitch and her stomach quiver. She lost the ability to think.
* * * *
Sander’s whole body was rigid with need. Barely a few hours ago, he’d known what it was like to have Chloe’s soft, slender curves molded to every inch of him. Felt her tremble, heard her soft sigh, tasted her sweet lips. Heated blood still pounded through his veins.
But the look in her eyes now, hot and needy, but also confused and worried, froze him to the spot. She wanted him, her earlier response to his kiss proved it, but she bore a broken heart. Messy emotions weren’t his thing. Christ, he didn’t do emotions himself. Or so Sienna had told him, but what he had with her wasn’t supposed to be about love. Sienna knew he couldn’t give her a family, and the supermodel in her had insisted she didn’t want kids. It seemed love was a different issue, but Sander had no idea what love was.
He had to back off from Chloe, stick to the deal before it took a nose dive and he was left to face the happy couple on his own.
Sander took a reluctant step back. Her sigh of relief solidified his determination. “I better take you home. Your interview’s at ten in the morning.”
Chloe nodded. Linking her fingers in front of her, she licked her lips. “Sander, I’m going to be judged on what I can do, not your recommendation, right?”
“Yes, I told you that.”
She bit her lip and nodded warily.
“Do you want me to call in a favor, ask them to give the job to you?” Maybe he’d had it wrong before.
When he’d dangled the interview in front of her, he’d thought he caught a spark of anger in her eyes. Like he’d done something unacceptable. Then seen relief in her expression when he’d said she had to prove herself. He respected her for that.
“No, of course not,” she replied.
He couldn’t doubt the sincerity in her eyes.
“I just want to know if I get the job, it’s because I’m good at what I do. Because they like me.”
She dipped her head. Sander tilted her chin back up so he could read her eyes. The defeat in her expression made his heart squeeze. He dropped his hand immediately. Dammit, he never got heart squeezes.
“Why wouldn’t they like you, Chloe? You’re amazing.”
Why else would he be going out his way to help her mother so he could pretend to date her?
Similar Books
