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Struggling to remain calm, Grey raised the fluted glass and contemplated his beauty above the rim, engaged in yet another lively dance. Song after song blasted in the room, but Grey heard nothing but his heart pounding.
Your woman wants me. . . .
Toni was a sensual, sexual, highly emotional being. Sweet in nature; deliciously responsive in bed. Her lusty appetite was unsurpassed by that of anyone Grey had ever met before, and her responsiveness to the barest touch was addictive. She wasn’t afraid of anything and would always try something once. She liked it dirty, a little naughty, and seemed to get a thrill when he got rough. But never, ever, had Grey considered she might crave more. More sex, more lust. More.
“If she didn’t say so, then why would you be telling me this?”
“We danced.” Heath bent to whisper. “I touched her.”
“And?”
“And she let me.”
While Grey had been listening to Carlton earlier, specifically to the retired accountant’s monotonous dissertation on the economy, Toni had been in Heath’s arms. Sans panties, because he and Toni had thought to play a little game of anticipation tonight.
She let Heath touch her?
Stomach churning with bile, he set the empty glass on a passing tray. “Toni is a sensual woman, but she responds to no man like she responds to me.” He fixed his friend with a cold smile—the same he used across the boardroom when the meeting was adjourned. “Whatever it is you’re thinking, you can forget it.”
Heath snorted, a primitive sound Grey recognized as having multiple meanings. His partner jammed his hand into his inner coat pocket and produced a long, shiny red sash.
Grey’s eyes slimmed to slits. “That looks familiar.”
“She wore it around her neck.” Heath grasped the back of Grey’s hand and slapped the sash into his palm. “Tie it to my door if you change your mind. I leave Wednesday.”
Grey fisted the flimsy fabric in his palm and glanced up at Heath’s retreating back. “Wait.”
Probably unused to Grey’s most glacial tone being directed at him, Heath stiffened, hands fisting at his sides before he turned around.
Their gazes met with no antagonism, but with a calm, collected watchfulness.
“You’re saying . . . you want. . . ?” There was little that differentiated Grey from a statue.
“You know what I’m saying.” The broad white smile Heath shot him was the devil’s own. “Think about it, Grey.”
Through the top of Mrs. Jennings’s coiffed white hair, while the elderly woman told one of her numerous dog anecdotes, Toni watched the two men. Grey. And that wicked, bold, dark- headed creature.Talking.Very seriously. About something.
Grey’s hard-boned, chiseled blond face was inscrutable, but Toni had noticed he had not glanced at her in a while. Her tummy contracted with nerves. Whatever his partner was speaking to him about, Grey did not seem pleased.
She wiped her hands on her sides, hating the pebbles of moisture on her skin, hating that she was almost cowering by the curtains. She did not want to see that black- haired man again. She didn’t even want to think of what had happened, yet the memory was there, flickering in her mind, mocking her.
He’d stood with Grey throughout most of the evening, and the moment Toni had set eyes on him, she’d known it was him
. Grey’s overseas business partner. A man Grey respected, admired, and spoke of so often Toni had sensed the man somehow—i nvisibly—played a part in her and Grey’s burgeoning relationship.
The enigmatic Heath Solis.
They made a riveting picture, side by side. Grey with his sleek blond-streaked hair; Heath his antithesis with a head of tousled black silk. Like day and night, ice and rock, both equally mesmerizing, both oozing masculinity and power. Grey with his imposing presence seemed more intimidating somehow, but Heath was dark and rugged.
Danger had never looked so tempting.
As she made her way to them from across the room, people interrupted to draw Grey away—people always sucked up to Grey—and the dark-eyed menace was left alone. He eyed the crowd with the air of one who didn’t want to be there.Then his gaze collided with hers.
Those eyes assessed her in a single sweep and left each inch they covered tingling. Toni hadn’t realized she’d stopped walking until someone bumped into her as she continued to stare.
An older woman in blue silk paused to speak to him. He ducked his head to listen and nodded, his lips forming a lazy smile.
Her heart hammered while other things inside her moved. Should she introduce herself?
