Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“No,” she answered curtly.
He raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”
She rolled her eyes before snapping, “No.”
“Well, then, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, isn’t that what they say?”
“That’s what I’ve heard,” she said neutrally.
“And now you’ll get to experience it—with me.”
She remained silent but continued to stare at him with those erection-inducing eyes while swallowing another sip of her Maker’s.
Shit. The kitten was going to make him work to get in her pants? Suddenly the ante was upped, making the game more exciting, more sexually charged than he’d anticipated—and it could only get better from here. Fuck, yeah. Bring it on.
****
Chapter Two
He was even better looking up close, the bastard. And the son-of-a-bitch knew it, of course. His eyes were a deep, dark brown, intense. They stared into hers as if he could simply snap his fingers and she’d fall to the nearest flat surface with her legs spread wide. He stared at her as if he already knew what it felt like to sink inside of her—and wanted to do it again. A rush of heat bled down her spine and settled in her belly as they continued to watch each other.
And why deny it? She’d love to sleep with him. Even now, she was aching for it, damn it…damn him. He smelled positively delicious. She couldn’t put a label on the scent, or even begin to describe it, but it was an addictive scent, an erotic scent, a scent that made her feel . . . safe?
WTF? Safe? Where the hell had that come from? The dude was anything but safe. He was sex personified, with a bold dash of scary thrown in for good measure. He thought he was fooling her—he thought he was going slow, being a gentleman, he thought he was holding himself back as not to alarm her. It was too late, she already had his number.
Even if she hadn’t possessed three brothers who were exactly like him, she still would have been jolted by his . . . his what? His primal attributes. Attributes. Sure. Why the hell not call them attributes? Every normal guy in the world wanted to have what this man possessed in spades. Good looks. A dominant personality. Obvious wealth. And the self-confidence that went with those things. Yeah, it was too late to try to calm her. The alarm bells had been ringing since the moment she’d glanced up and seen him watching her in the mirror. He was everything she fantasized about—and even now—she was beginning to argue with herself. Seriously, who would know if she acted out of character? Who would ever know if she slept with him? She certainly wouldn’t brag about having a one-night stand in Las Vegas, so who would ever know and did it really matter if anyone found out?
He was, indisputably, the perfect specimen to let loose with. Already, her insides were heating up, and every time he put his arm on the back of her chair or touched her hand or moved a few inches closer, a seismic shift would make her body tremble and her blood start pumping faster.
He’d be able to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. She knew he would. Damn—she needed a mind-blowing orgasm. She liked a mind-blowing orgasm—she wanted one—she deserved one.
With her insides more shaky than she’d like, she continued to debate the obvious choice in front of her. When in her life had she ever taken anything just for herself? She hadn’t, really, and maybe it was time. Actually, it was the perfect time. After all, she’d just had a great trip. Granted, she’d attended the trade show in her role with the Rule Corporation, but she’d had an amazing time and made so many contacts in the design industry that she was on top of the world.
Her estrogen levels seemed to skyrocket with the thought. Yeah, maybe the man in front of her wanted to get her naked, but damn if she didn’t want to get him naked, too.
It was going to happen. She was going to let it happen. Not because he was steamrolling her, but because she deserved this. With that last thought, she released a deep breath and let the feelings he induced within her take over her senses.
****
Erin hadn’t had any more alcohol, so when she stumbled on her own two feet several hours later as Max led her into the elevator and then down the hall that led to his hotel room, she had only herself to blame.
“Are you okay?” he asked in that dark, intense rumble she was slowly beginning to recognize.
“Yeah.”
He rounded a corner, his hand under her elbow, and came to a halt outside a door marked Penthouse 1. Sliding his keycard down, he opened the door with a snap and ushered her inside a massive, extravagantly expensive suite. She knew how much a stay like this cost; her brothers’ wealth had become very much a part of her own life, whether she cared to have it or not.