His silk scarf teased her hand as he held it against his chest and swept her into the glide of the music. She should have known he would be a smooth dancer.
She blurted out, “Is there anything you don’t do well?”
“I take it that’s not a compliment.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m here to work this weekend, not play games.”
“Believe me, this is no game.” He pulled her close.
She inhaled sharply at the press of his muscled body against hers. He wasn’t some soft desk jockey. He was a toned, honed man. Her mouth dried and her pulse sped up.
“Just relax and dance.” His warm breath caressed her ear. “And I promise not to sing along. Because, in answer to your question, I’m tone-deaf.”
“Thanks for sharing. But it’s not helping. You can’t truly expect me to relax,” she hissed, even as her feet synced perfectly with his. His strong legs brushed ever so subtly against hers with each dance step. “You just told a roomful of people and a pack of reporters that you paid nearly ninety-thousand dollars to spend the weekend with me. Me. A woman you’ve known for less than a day. We’ve only spoken for an hour.”
He guided her around the floor as other couples joined in. The shifting mass of other bodies created a sense of privacy now that all eyes weren’t so fiercely focused on them.
“Well, Troy?” she pressed. “What are you hoping to accomplish?”
“Don’t you believe in love at first sight?” He nuzzled her hair, inhaling deeply.
She stumbled, bumped into another couple, then righted her steps, if not her racing pulse. “No, I do not. I believe in lust at first sight, but not love. Don’t confuse the two.”
All the same, she couldn’t help but draw in another whiff of his bay rum scent now that she was as close to him as she’d ever been. Swaying, she resisted the urge to press her cheek to his and savor the bristle of late-day stubble. The kind of slightly unshaven look that wasn’t scruffy, but shouted testosterone to a woman’s basic instincts.
But the music slowed and she rested her cheek against his chest, just over the silken scarf for a moment.
“Hmm.” His chest rumbled with approval. “So you admit you’re attracted to me.”
Of course she was. That didn’t mean she intended to tell him. “Correction—I was stating that you are simply attracted to me.”
He laughed softly, spanning her waist with a bold, broad palm. “Your confidence is compelling.”
“Not confidence, exactly.” She leaned back to study his eyes. “Why else would you have gone to all this outrageous trouble to spend time with me? Although I guess you’re so wealthy that perhaps the obscene amount of money doesn’t mean anything to you.”
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