Liam scowled. He couldn’t give a damn about the crowd. If he had his way he’d clear it at once. No doubt that would piss off his PA who had worked her tail off at the last minute to put it together. Right now he didn’t care. He just wanted to be alone with Chloe.
***
Chloe pretended rapt interest in the milling crowd to try and steady her nerves. She still didn’t really have a plan as to when she was going to reveal her big ta-da moment but Cara had proposed that she lead up to it. ‘Flirt with him first. Flatter his ego and flash your amazing cleavage and make him so hot that when you deliver your “not interested” punch line it takes him a moment to register it. Then turn away and swan out the door.’
Easy peasy, Chloe thought. Only when you had paddles for feet swanning wasn’t really something you could do that well – it would be more like clomping – and she wouldn’t know how to flirt if instructions magically lit up above Liam Hunter’s head.
There was also the not so small problem that she found him so incredibly attractive in a black shirt stretched over his torso and denim jeans riding low on his lean hips; the casual slouch in his broad shoulders that had been there even before Hollywood had scooped him up adding to his sex appeal.
He’d always been too cool for school and it made her blush just to think that she could have imagined that someone like him could have ever been interested in someone like her.
‘I didn’t think you were going to turn up.’
Chloe’s eyes cut to his. Was that apprehension she heard in his voice? For a moment she couldn’t think how to respond and then her head said ‘Flirt, flirt’ and she said, ‘Oh, really?’ and ran her hand oh-so-casually through her hair.
‘Yes,’ he said gruffly.
Wondering at the sudden roughness in his voice, Chloe decided it was a lot easier to look at the crowd than at him. ‘Why wouldn’t I? You’re a famous actor.’
‘Is that why you came? Because I’m famous?’
No, she had come because he was horrible and needed to be taught a lesson, but she could see that her attempt to lull him with flattery had fallen way short of the mark. ‘I’m here because you asked me.’
Frustration shone from his green eyes. ‘Tell me about Candy Lane.’
Chloe blinked. Tell him about Candy Lane? ‘Well, she’s a journalist and she lives in London.’ All true. ‘And she went-’
‘I meant what’s behind the name.’
He sounded churlish and Chloe had a moment’s fear that he knew who she was. ‘Do you think I could have a glass of water?’ she croaked. ‘I am quite thirsty come to think of it.’
Liam hesitated and her smile felt frozen as she waited for him to tell her that the jig was up. ‘Of course.’
Chloe felt her shoulders sag as she followed him toward the makeshift bar against the back wall. Lucky she’d never wanted to be a double agent, this whole lying business was far too stressful.
And it was lucky that Liam was interrupted by every person he walked past either with a pat on the back or an attempt to engage him in earnest conversation because it gave Chloe a chance to pull herself together. She was completely out of her depth trying to play some sexy seductress who could handle a man who was so potently, so dangerously, male he made every one of her feminine hormones sit up and beg for his attention.
He turned towards her as she was berating herself for being so affected by him and handed her a highball glass. ‘Sorry about all the interruptions. Maybe we should go somewhere more private.’
Oh, yes, they definitely should.
‘No.’ Chloe cleared the squeak out of her voice and sipped her water. ‘I love parties.’
His gaze was penetrating. ‘Really? You don’t look like you’re enjoying this one. You look like you’re waiting for someone to pounce on you.’
Chloe swallowed and tried to come up with some witty repartee about him pouncing on her when she was jostled from behind. Her hand came up as she tried to stop herself from falling and somehow it managed to mould itself to his hard, muscular chest. She could feel the outline of his powerful pecs and a flat male nipple beneath the fine fabric of his shirt and when she brushed over it she heard his swiftly indrawn breath and felt her own body tremble in response.
The beat of his heart was like a jungle drum beneath her palm, matching her own, and in an instant the world shrank to the tiny space they occupied in the buzzing room. When her eyes rose up to meet his she completely lost her train of thought at the fierce expression she found there. Sexual desire hummed between them and in that instant Chloe knew for sure that Liam Hunter wanted her. The knowledge was heady. Intoxicating.
Who was to say she had to dump him before she’d seduced him anyway?
His hand clamped around her wrist, pressing her palm harder against his body and her brain went into free-fall. She’d never had sex before, but she wanted to. She wanted to know what all the fuss was about. So far she’d never met a man she could trust enough to give her body to. But trust wasn’t an issue between her and Liam Hunter because she already knew he couldn’t be trusted. She also knew that the sex would be phenomenal. There was just something in the way that he moved – the innate grace of a man comfortable in his own skin. Of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. But could she do it? Have sex with Liam Hunter and walk away? It would no doubt be a bitter blow to his ego if she announced who she was right after. Oh, yes, then he would feel like an idiot. He would know she had used him as he had used her. That–
His chest muscles flexed beneath her hand drawing her eyes back to his. The predatory intent she saw there made her feel like Red Riding Hood facing down Mr Big Bad I’m-about-to-devour-you-in-one-bite Wolf.
Chloe took a gulp of her water. Maybe she was out of her cotton-picking mind to think she could go through with something like this.
Liam knew if he moved a muscle right then every person in the room would have their phone cameras out snapping pictures of him having sex with Chloe Tyler against the bar. Come to think of it they probably already did have their phone cameras out and he took in a long, fortifying breath and reluctantly dragged Chloe’s palm from his overheated chest.
He knew he’d deluded himself that he’d only invited Chloe to a party to connect with her and to ease his conscience. He wanted to ease a lot more than that and he wanted to do so inside her hot body. And if he wasn’t mistaken she wanted the same thing. He’d always sensed that there was something special about Chloe Tyler and it was all he could do not to kiss that plump lip she kept gnawing on as she gazed up at him with those big innocent blue eyes.
When her fingernail raked across his nipple again he nearly jumped out of his skin for the second time. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t that innocent after all.
His eyes dropped to her magnificent breasts and he almost groaned out loud when he saw that her own nipples were hard little points like his. God he wanted to touch them. Lick them. Suck them. Taste them.
