A Gambling Heart: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Tiana Cole, BWWM United

tonight. I was ashamed at my own cunning and devious thoughts. I wanted her tipsy, not hammered out of her head.
    “Beer is fine,” she agreed…to my relief.
    The place was slowly filling up and I was glad Philippe, the owner, gave us a table that afforded a little privacy. We had a good view of the room from the little corner where we sat. I took a sip from my beer mug.
    “Don’t overdo it, please,” she said. “You are taking medications. I know it’s just beer. Still…”
    I nodded and then looked at her earnestly.
    “I have a favor to ask from you,” I said as she looked back at me. She really had strikingly expressive eyes, and right now my cock was telling me so.
    “I don’t want you to treat me like a patient, Sienna.”
    She smiled as a questioning furrow marred her brows.
    “And how do you want me to treat you?”
    “Like an ordinary man out on a date with a gorgeous woman.”
    “I can’t do that.”
    Alarm bells rang in my ear. She was throwing all my well-laid plans out the window. Then she grinned with mischief.
    “Kidding! Okay I can do that. But just so you know…there is nothing ordinary about you, Gareth Westbrook.”
    I laughed. My chances of getting her in the sack just leveled up a few notches. I was thinking of a good comeback when she spotted movement near an improvised stage and exclaimed, “Oh…there’s a band.”
    “I forgot to mention,” I replied catching a glimpse of the band members, “two of Philippe’s sons are in the band and they perform here. One is a great sax player while the other one plays the guitar. But you might not be into their music. They play songs from the sixties and seventies…mostly Motown sound.”
    I deliberately omitted to tell her the horn instruments, especially the saxophone, was music I listened to when having sex. Sex and saxophone combination was like silk and satin. It was all I had in my playlist.
    “Are you kidding? I love Motown. I grew up on their music. My dad got me into it and I was hooked. Smokey Robinson , Jackson 5, Stevie Wonder, The Temptations, The Four Tops, Diana Ross and the Supremes, Gladys Knight and the Pips, Marvin Gaye and Tammy Turrell. I love them all.”
    “That’s great. You’re going to love this band, then,” I replied, giving her a thumbs-up. I knew they were really good.
    Sienna sat enrapt, listening to the band play soulful music which they interspersed with pop, blues, and jazz. But it was when the sax was on that she really came alive. She would close her eyes and lift her face up with a smile as she swayed in her chair, lost to the sexy strain of the instrument. Then she would open them and glance in my direction. It was electric.
    Some of the younger couples took to the dance floor. It was time for me to make my move as I touched her arm. She turned towards me with a questioning look.
    “I’d like to dance with you.” I indicated my intention by holding my hand out to her. A slight anxiety crossed her face, and then she rose from her chair with a wary coolness.
    I took her hand as we walked slowly to the dance floor. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.
    I was feeling high with expectation at the thought of holding her. It was so unlike the blasé and experienced guy I considered myself.
    It was an intoxicating feeling as I pulled her close, her right hand tight against the fingers of my left hand as my right arm snaked around her waist.
    She placed her left hand on my shoulder and rested her cheek against my chest. The smell of her hair wafted up my nostrils, increasing the lust that I have been holding back since the day I first met her.
    “Your heart is beating so fast. Are you afraid of me, Sienna?” I whispered down to her ear.
    “No, not afraid…just wary of you, I guess.”
    “Don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to. That’s a promise.”
    She raised her head, her eyes and lips inches away from mine. I wanted to possess her mouth but I just made a promise. Her