Courting Danger

‘All right? Are you insane? All those dignitaries are going to be tripping over their tongues.’

She looked down, worried. ‘Does that mean it’s too much?’

‘It’s just right.’ He reached out to touch a curl of her hair. ‘Forget what I said, you’d draw attention in a potato sack.’

Rielle froze. He was touching her. It surprised her, yet for some reason she didn’t pull back. And that surprised her even more. She looked at the man, so dashing and mysterious, while he stared back at her. Where had he come from? Why was he scrambling up her life like this? Why was she breaking her rules for him?

‘I told you my name,’ he said quietly. ‘What’s yours?’

She licked her lips. Was she really going to do this?

‘I’ll need it to get you on the guestlist.’

‘Rielle. Rielle Sands.’

‘As beautiful as the woman.’

His fingertips brushed against her jaw before he let them drop. ‘Anything else you need to do here?’

‘Actually…’ Her heart began to pound. ‘There’s something I need you to do.’

One of his eyebrows lifted.

Her weight went to the balls of her feet. For a moment she could do no more, but then she slowly turned to give him her back. She’d tried her best to zip the dress. She’d contorted every way she could, but she hadn’t been able to finish dressing. Her hand shook as she reached for her hair. Trust didn’t come easily for her.

But she’d already trusted him enough not to have Security remove him. Enough to agree to go out with him. Enough to strip down and change in a room right next to him.

These were no little things.

She pulled her hair aside. ‘Could you zip me up?’

She heard him inhale sharply.

‘Sure.’ When he exhaled, his breath was warm against her bare spine. ‘I can do that.’

Rielle closed her eyes. She hadn’t wanted him to know she wasn’t wearing a bra. She hadn’t even wanted him guessing, but she hadn’t been able to devise another way around the problem.

He stepped up close, and she felt his size. She began trembling again and her muscles tensed. He caught the tab of the zipper and tugged the flaps of material together to cover her. His touch between her shoulder blades was warm and confident, but that was as far as he went. He pulled up on the tab, and the bodice closed snugly around her.

She cast a quick glance down. Her breasts weren’t bulging out of the neckline, but they did fill out the dress. It fit her like a glove, even if her nipples were perking up and stiffening.

But that had nothing to do with her clothes.

She couldn’t ignore how solid he felt behind her. Next to him, she felt delicate and defenceless. If she stepped back, she’d tuck right under his chin.

Her eyelids popped open, and she stepped forward. She was not defenceless. She quickly let her hair drop back into place. ‘Thank you.’

‘My pleasure.’

She shot a look at him, but he wasn’t flirting with her. The lines were creasing his forehead again. Like he was trying to figure out what made her tick.

She couldn’t take that look.

‘One more thing.’ She manoeuvred by him, and her skirt brushed against his black pants as she passed. The hiss of material sounded like a kiss, and her cheeks warmed. Was she going to have to listen to that all night? ‘I just need to call Security to tell them about our plans.’

He nodded, but his expression clouded over when she asked Security for a driver. ‘They won’t get past the checkpoint if they’re not on the invitation list.’

So she’d have to ride with him?

He watched her speculatively.

Warning bells went off. She wasn’t that careless. ‘Actually,’ she said into the phone. ‘I’ll need you to follow me there.’

‘Good girl,’ her date said softly. He took her jacket off the coatstand. ‘This is yours, I assume?’

Taking a deep breath, Rielle turned and let him help her put it on. She worried about wrinkling the lightweight dress, but it was only March. Spring was coming, but she couldn’t go without a wrap. She put her arms in the sleeves and was cinching up the belt when she felt him catch her hair. She went still as he lifted it out of her coat. His fingertips brushed against the nape of her neck. A shiver went down her spine as he smoothed her hair down her back.

‘Thanks for not buzzing them up when I set foot inside the door,’ he murmured into her ear.

Her head whipped towards him.

He took her hand. ‘Don’t worry. You were very sly.’

Not sly enough. Clients weren’t supposed to know that emergency buzzer was there.

Walking backwards, he tugged her towards the door – the epitome of the bad boy luring the good girl into doing something she shouldn’t – and she followed. He let go of her hand as she locked the main door, but tried to catch it again when they headed to the elevator.

She wiggled her fingers away. ‘I need to text my boss.’

He let her go and straightened his cufflinks.

‘Tell her I got the best of the bunch. You didn’t even have to dig into her little black book.’

Rielle bit her lip. ‘She won’t be happy I’m doing this.’

He punched the button for the elevator. ‘I am.’

Their gazes locked.

‘How do you feel about doing this?’ he asked. The hallway was empty, but his low voice barely carried to her.

The question was loaded – and he knew it. He’d been trying to read her ever since they’d first come face to face. How did she feel? She felt scared, excited, surprised, intrigued and confused. Her body and her brain were on two very different tracks. ‘Good?’

‘I’ll take it.’ His hand slipped around hers again, warm, strong and callused. ‘In fact, it gives me the incentive to make it the best night of your life.’

The elevator rang out its arrival.

The doors slid open, but his look was only for her. ‘Ready?’