The music shifts to something slower, and her features soften. “This is exactly the kind of thing I never do.”
“What kind of thing?”
“This. Talking to strangers in bars. Staying out past midnight on a work night. Being...” She gestures between us. “Whatever this is.”
I’m done talking. I lean in closer, my lips almost brushing her ear. “Want to get out of here? Maybe do some more things you never do?”
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, letting her see exactly what I'm thinking.
Her eyes darken, and for a moment she just stares at me. Then a sexy smile spreads across her lips. “That's quite a proposition.” She takes a sip of her martini, never breaking eye contact. “And what makes you think I'm the kind of woman who goes to hotel rooms with strangers?”
“Maybe the better question is, do you want to be?”
She sets her glass down slowly. “You're assuming I haven't already decided.”
“Have you?”
“The moment you asked.” She leans forward again, close enough that her breath tickles my ear. “But I have one condition, Nova.”
The way she says my name sends heat straight to my cock. My pulse kicks up. “Name it.”
“This is just tonight. No numbers, no promises.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “Whatever this is, it doesn’t go beyond tonight.”
That's exactly the kind of arrangement I prefer. No strings, no complications. “Just tonight.”
She finishes her drink in one long pull, then stands. “Then what are we waiting for?”
I'm already reaching for my wallet, throwing enough cash on the bar to cover our drinks and a generous tip.
“Second thoughts?” she teases.
“Just wondering if you're going to disappear on me in the elevator,” I throw back with a grin.
She smirks. “Only one way to find out.”
2
Liam
The elevator doors slide shut, and I'm exactly where I want to be. Alone with the woman who's been driving me crazy for the last hour and a half.
She's standing perfectly composed, but her breathing has changed, and there’s a flush creeping up her neck.
I hit the button for my floor and turn to find her watching me with those bedroom eyes, but the confidence she had earlier has dissipated. Her hands are fidgeting with her purse strap. It’s the first sign of nerves I've seen all night
“Having second thoughts?” I ask, stepping closer.
“About what?” She asks, thrusting her chin higher.
“About breaking your rules for a stranger.”
She cocks her head to one side, a defiant expression on her face. “Who says I'm breaking any rules?”
Before I can answer, she closes the distance between us, her hand finding my chest. She hooks a finger into the collar of my shirt and tugs.
“Maybe,” she says, her fingers tracing along my shirt, “this is exactly what I planned all along.”
I don’t need a second invitation.
