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Suddenly she found herself standing way to close to him, her hair dripping down her neck.
Daniel's eyes traced the water past her collarbone, down to her breasts and she felt her face flush. Then those eyes darted back to hers.
“No. I dance with danger in other ways,” he said. “Apparently.”
Dammit, she did not want to be attracted to this man, and yet she felt her core clench and her nipples harden. She bit her lip trying to hide her reaction, and when she looked at Daniel, she expected a smug grin, but instead there was fire in his eyes.
Oh, God.
Harper drew in a long, slow, rattly breath and licked her lips.
Don’t lick your lips, dammit.
Daniel's eyes followed the movement, but the wind rattling wildly against the window broke the spell.
Harper turned sharply.
Daniel placed his hand on her arm, and she jumped a little. “Get changed and meet me down in The Olive Tree. You’ll feel safer down there.”
Harper’s brows furrowed. This was a bad idea.
“It’s going to be a long night, Harper, and I want to know you’re okay and not here alone freaking out.”
“Why do you care?” she asked.
His crystal blue eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. It’s a good fucking question.”
Harper stared back at him, unsure what to do. If she said no, Daniel would find some other female to while away the hours of this storm. Why did he want her?
“It’s just a drink or two. In public.” He said as he walked to the door. “I won’t bite. I’ll be there until 10:00 p.m.”
Then he was gone.
Harper let out a long breath and slumped on the bed. If she went, and despite what he’d said, she knew a man like him would have expectations.
The only reason she was even contemplating going was because of the damn storm, and she also felt terrible about the way they’d ended things up at Altitude.
Harper owed him an apology, so clearing the air before they had to conduct business together in a few days was a smart move. This meeting with BookFlix was important to her. She’d join him for a drink and then return to her room.
If Daniel thought he was going to have his way with her, he would be disappointed.
She’d need to keep her wits about her, though. Every time he was near, her body burst into flames and her brain malfunctioned. She’d just keep her distance and stick to one drink.
Harper quickly showered, dressed in a black sundress with spaghetti straps, and packed up her belongings as she’d been instructed. Outside, the hurricane roared and slammed against the surrounding buildings violently.
She carried her luggage into the bathroom and took another look in the mirror.
What would she have to talk to a billionaire from New York about? She knew nothing about him aside from what was online. Which was no doubt lacking in any truth.
If she tried hard to forget he was a broody, sexy billionaire, perhaps she might relax and enjoy herself. After all, they were just riding out the storm together.
Not riding...each other.
Christ.
Perhaps it was better if she just drank and let him do the talking.
