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“Why not?” she asked as the fight in her tone drained away.
“It appears we’re in the same boat. I could use a night to forget a few things, too. Everything in my life is about to go to shit,” he confessed as every muscle in his body tensed.
He shouldn’t have said that. He couldn’t let his guard down with her.
He braced himself, preparing for her to pepper him with questions.
But she didn’t.
Her smirk of a smile reappeared, and she tapped the brim of his cap. “Does this incognito getup really work? Because you don’t fool me.”
That’s what scared him.
It was what also made her the perfect companion for one night of debauchery.
He could work her out of his system. The reality couldn’t live up to the fantasy, could it?
A slice of silence stretched between them, and he concentrated on the woman who seemed to be able to see into his very soul.
Stop!
“Then it’s decided,” he announced, swallowing his emotions. “We’ll never get engaged.”
“Deal. No engagement. And as a caveat,” she added with a defiant twist to her lips, “I’ll never be your nanny either.”
Perfect. They were on the same page.
“Deal,” he replied as they shook hands.
“This night is about terrible choices, heartthrob,” she proclaimed. “For one night, we’ll forget about tomorrow and make every stupid decision.”
Amen to that.
“Nothing counts?” he asked, taking her hand and leading her toward a darkened corner of the club. “Everything’s on the table?”
This time, she didn’t pull away.
“Anything goes. What do you have in mind, heartthrob?”
Heartthrob.
Damn, he liked the sound of her calling him that.
He bit back a grin. She could have called him Mr. Giant Colossal Asshat. He was riding the buzz of holding her hand like a nervous preteen trying to make a move at a middle school dance.
Like she’d said, he was a pop god. Holding some woman’s hand shouldn’t be a big deal.
But like it or not, Harper Presley wasn’t justsomewoman.
She was the woman who’d agreed nothing was off the table for the night.
And he knew how to start the evening with a bang.
He led her to a darkened stairwell. He knew this club well. He’d spent many a night here getting shit-faced, and he knew of a spot that would afford them privacy.
He pressed her back against the wall and caged her in. “If we’re going big, it’s time to up the ante.”
The light from the stairwell allowed him to take in her hazel eyes glittering with mischief.
