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Chapter Six
Liam couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, not when Harper was beaming as he led her onto the dancefloor and took her in his arms. Damn, her body pressed to his was all kinds of right.
That his erection probably dug against her wasn’t something he could help. It was nothing short of a miracle he’d restrained himself since the auction. He’d never wanted someone half as much as he wanted Harper. She was his every fantasy come to life.
His pulse surged. That she could walk away from him after tonight wasn’t something he wanted to think about too hard. For the moment he’d enjoy his time with her.
She looked up at him and mouthed. “Are you okay?”
He nodded, then bent his head so that he was close to her ear and she could hear him above the music. “I’m with you aren’t I?” He grinned at the flash in her eyes. “What could possibly be wrong when I’m with you?”
She giggled, then stood on tiptoes to reply. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He shook his head, then lifted her arm and spun her around, dropping her backward then and catching her so that her head was close to the floor before he answered. “Only you.”
The DJ put on a slow song, and he drew her up and against him, then swayed with her around the floor. They fit together perfectly, her curves slotting against his body like she was made for him. He was poetic enough in that moment to believe it was true.
Tomorrow might be a whole other moment for him to contemplate when she walked away. If she walked away. He’d never chased a woman in his life, but he’d chase Harper to the ends of the Earth if needed.
Yes, he was cynical and didn’t believe in true love. But there was still that hopeful spark inside him that made him wonder what if. What if he was wrong and true love really did exist? What if his outlook on the world had been tarnished thanks to the deception of his parents? What if Harper was the one woman on this planet who was his soul mate?
His hands tightened their grip on her. She looked up at him with another frown just as Sheikh Korian waltzed past with Fiona, who was still dressed in her skimpy lingerie that enticed men—and some women—into giving generous tips.
Though Fiona was meant to be working, he’d bet Galan and Aiden had given her the night off to be with the sheikh. They were businessmen first and foremost, and Fiona appeared more than happy to be seduced by Korian.
No doubt she’d make a nice bundle out of it.
It only reinforced his earlier thought about Harper. Had she been hoping for Korian to bid on her? She’d been looking at him—enticing him?—when he’d bid on her. She’d seemed more than happy for the sheikh to win.
Yet the delight she’d shown from the shell Liam had given her told him it could have been a diamond for all she’d cared. She was contradictory in so many ways. The sheikh might have given her money and jewels but he would never have thought to have given her something as simple as a shell.
He wouldn’t have needed to...
Liam pushed away the thought even as a dark emotion burned through his gut. He stiffened. He would not be jealous. He’d never been that type of man before and he had no intention of being one now.
He wasn’t the possessive type. He’d left that to his brothers who’d fallen so fast and hard for their women it might have been funny if not for their hearts being on the line.
He glanced around. Speaking of whom...he couldn’t see either one of them. But no doubt they’d gone home to their wives. Not that their women were dependent. Galan’s wife, Layla, had become a great success as a wedding and events planner, the function rooms booked out well in advance. Aiden’s wife, Luna, had started up her own travel agent business and she too was booked solid.
His pulse accelerated. Was it possible he, too, could have it all?
He shoved away the idea. He’d seen what he’d assumed was a great love between his mom and dad. Despite his earlier thoughts, he wasn’t foolish enough to believe true love was real. Though his brothers had hit the jackpot, a cynical part of him couldn’t help but wonder how long their marriages would last before cracks appeared.
And yet he’d been pining after the same woman for twelve months. Didn’t that make him all sorts of a hypocrite?
Harper blinked up at him. “You look like you need a drink?”
He nodded, then smiled and said, “You must be a mind reader.”
He drew her toward the bar, where the music was a few decibels quieter. “Vodka and pineapple juice?”
