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espresso and picked at his cake. "Let's see, I think it was
taking my boat out and doing some deep sea fishing."
"How long ago
was that?" I asked.
"Last
summer," he said as he slid his fork into the dark red layers and cut off
a healthy bite of the cake. It looked so rich and decadent, and when he slipped
the fork between his lips I felt a little lightheaded. There was something so
deeply sensual and raw about Dax Malone, and it had
been a very long time since I'd felt a man's hands on my body.
I looked down at
my tart as I avoided his eyes. Without thinking, I swiped my forefinger through
the fresh whipped cream that topped my tart and lifted it to my lips. I looked
up and caught Dax staring, open-mouthed, at me as I
sucked the cream off my finger. The moment I realized what I'd done, I felt the
heat creeping up into my cheeks, and I looked down unwilling to meet his gaze
again. Was I after business or sex? I needed to get my act straight or I'd
screw everything up.
"I'm
sorry," I said quietly. "I didn't think..."
"Brooke, it's
okay," he said as he reached over and slipped his hand under my chin and
tipped my face up so that I was looking at him. "It's all okay. I
promise."
I nodded, still
feeling self-conscious as he handed the waiter his credit card and then signed
the bill. "It sounds like they've got a club in the next room!" he
laughed. "Let's check it out, shall we? Just for comparison, you
know?"
"Alright, as
long as it's business," I smiled uncomfortably.
"All
business, all the time," he grinned as he reached down, took my hand and
led me into the next room. The music was loud, but it was a throbbing
electronic beat that seemed to invite couples to grind on the dance floor. Dax looked at me and raised an eyebrow, then looked at the
dance floor. I followed his glance, then looked back at him and nodded.
We moved onto the
dance floor and Dax took my hand as he rested his
other hand on my lower back. I reached up and draped my arm over his shoulder
as he pulled me close. I could feel his hard body pressed against mine and I
felt the waves of desire begin their slow torturous roll through my body. He
pulled me closer and I rested my cheek against his chest as he rested his
against the side of my head. We swayed to the seductive beat of the house EDM,
and I felt perilously close to the edge as I felt Dax's breath in my ear.
I knew that if I
tipped my head even slightly, he'd read the sign correctly and kiss me. And I
knew that once that happened, there would be no stopping the rest of what I
desperately wanted to happen. But I also knew that I had a job to do and that
if I screwed this up, I'd not only screw up my life, but Jordie's and Roger's as well. And what would happen to poor Alma? No, I had to stay on
track and not get swept up in how badly I wanted to take Dax Malone home and explore his obviously incredibly fit body.
I sighed deeply
and Dax read it as his sign. He lifted my hair off my
neck and bent his head just as I stepped back and put both palms on his chest.
"I...I...I
can't, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," I said as I
backed away. "I want to, believe me. Oh God, please believe me, but I just
can't. I'm so sorry, Dax ."
The confusion
flooded across his face as I looked back at him over my shoulder and took off
for the front door. On the street, I hailed a cab and hopped in as I heard him
yelling from the doorway of Beso , "Brooke! I
don't understand! Wait, let me take you home!"
"Drive!"
I yelled at the cabbie who demanded to know where he was taking me. I gave him
my address and when he reminded me that it was a good half hour down the 101, I
told him I didn't care, and threw a handful of cash at him. He drove and I sat
in the back seat, breathing deeply and hoping that I hadn't just screwed both
of my chances with Dax Malone.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Dax
Standing at the front door of Beso , with a raging hard on,
yelling at Brooke
taking my boat out and doing some deep sea fishing."
"How long ago
was that?" I asked.
"Last
summer," he said as he slid his fork into the dark red layers and cut off
a healthy bite of the cake. It looked so rich and decadent, and when he slipped
the fork between his lips I felt a little lightheaded. There was something so
deeply sensual and raw about Dax Malone, and it had
been a very long time since I'd felt a man's hands on my body.
I looked down at
my tart as I avoided his eyes. Without thinking, I swiped my forefinger through
the fresh whipped cream that topped my tart and lifted it to my lips. I looked
up and caught Dax staring, open-mouthed, at me as I
sucked the cream off my finger. The moment I realized what I'd done, I felt the
heat creeping up into my cheeks, and I looked down unwilling to meet his gaze
again. Was I after business or sex? I needed to get my act straight or I'd
screw everything up.
"I'm
sorry," I said quietly. "I didn't think..."
"Brooke, it's
okay," he said as he reached over and slipped his hand under my chin and
tipped my face up so that I was looking at him. "It's all okay. I
promise."
I nodded, still
feeling self-conscious as he handed the waiter his credit card and then signed
the bill. "It sounds like they've got a club in the next room!" he
laughed. "Let's check it out, shall we? Just for comparison, you
know?"
"Alright, as
long as it's business," I smiled uncomfortably.
"All
business, all the time," he grinned as he reached down, took my hand and
led me into the next room. The music was loud, but it was a throbbing
electronic beat that seemed to invite couples to grind on the dance floor. Dax looked at me and raised an eyebrow, then looked at the
dance floor. I followed his glance, then looked back at him and nodded.
We moved onto the
dance floor and Dax took my hand as he rested his
other hand on my lower back. I reached up and draped my arm over his shoulder
as he pulled me close. I could feel his hard body pressed against mine and I
felt the waves of desire begin their slow torturous roll through my body. He
pulled me closer and I rested my cheek against his chest as he rested his
against the side of my head. We swayed to the seductive beat of the house EDM,
and I felt perilously close to the edge as I felt Dax's breath in my ear.
I knew that if I
tipped my head even slightly, he'd read the sign correctly and kiss me. And I
knew that once that happened, there would be no stopping the rest of what I
desperately wanted to happen. But I also knew that I had a job to do and that
if I screwed this up, I'd not only screw up my life, but Jordie's and Roger's as well. And what would happen to poor Alma? No, I had to stay on
track and not get swept up in how badly I wanted to take Dax Malone home and explore his obviously incredibly fit body.
I sighed deeply
and Dax read it as his sign. He lifted my hair off my
neck and bent his head just as I stepped back and put both palms on his chest.
"I...I...I
can't, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," I said as I
backed away. "I want to, believe me. Oh God, please believe me, but I just
can't. I'm so sorry, Dax ."
The confusion
flooded across his face as I looked back at him over my shoulder and took off
for the front door. On the street, I hailed a cab and hopped in as I heard him
yelling from the doorway of Beso , "Brooke! I
don't understand! Wait, let me take you home!"
"Drive!"
I yelled at the cabbie who demanded to know where he was taking me. I gave him
my address and when he reminded me that it was a good half hour down the 101, I
told him I didn't care, and threw a handful of cash at him. He drove and I sat
in the back seat, breathing deeply and hoping that I hadn't just screwed both
of my chances with Dax Malone.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Dax
Standing at the front door of Beso , with a raging hard on,
yelling at Brooke
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