himself.
The program said the sexy beauty was the official cover model for Lexi’s Creations, which meant she would no doubt feature in all the shows. Considering the number of them he’d promised Lise he would attend, he would have ample opportunity to meet Bella. He smiled, the prospect affecting his mood and his libido in a very definite way.
His dick was already making emphatic statements about what it wanted to do when they met, and it wasn’t to engage in polite conversation.
For the first time in the hour since the after-show schmoozing began, Bella found herself alone. On a normal night, she would disappear about now, going back to her hotel to enjoy some solitude, but she was hoping to see him, the man with the green eyes and the smile that made her insides shake.
A hand materialized in front of her, holding a flute of champagne. “Drink?”
Bella turned and looked up, knowing before she did who the deep drawl would belong to.
Towering above her own petite five feet, four inches, he exuded palpable sexual heat and she felt burned simply standing so close. This man would not need a tour guide for an extended trip on the wild side.
She took the glass of champagne. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He lifted his glass.
She automatically clinked hers against it. “ Salud. ”
“To new friendships.” The slow Texas drawl went through her like the vibrations from a bass guitar, making her shiver.
His brow rose.
“It’s a little cold.” Not. But no way was she going to admit the real reason for her body’s betraying quiver.
“It feels pretty hot in here to me.” He slipped off his suit jacket and slid it around her shoulders, engulfing her as effectively as if he’d put an overcoat on her. The man was big. “There, now we’ll both feel better.”
Her usual flirtatious façade abandoned her and she nodded dumbly.
His scent surrounded her, expensive and masculine, making her ultraaware of the intimacy of wearing his jacket.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes.” What else could she say? That the way he was looking at her made her much warmer than the extra layer of clothing and she hadn’t been cold to begin with?
She took a gulp of the bubbly wine, nearly choking on alcohol not meant to be imbibed so quickly.
His lips twitched. “You must be thirsty.”
“I am.”
“Maybe I should have gotten you a glass of water instead.”
“Actually that wouldn’t be a bad idea.” For more reasons than that she normally stuck to fruit juice, or other equally innocuous beverages, at the after-show soirees. She had a feeling she needed all her wits about her because this man could turn her brain to mush with a look. “It’s hard to stay hydrated during a trunk show.”
“You look hydrated to me.” His green gaze slid down her body with tactile pleasure and the tone of his voice was enough to make her insides liquefy.
“It’s the clothes,” she said automatically. “Lexi’s Creations always make me look my best.”
He pulled one side of his jacket away from her body to reveal the clothes beneath it and took his time looking them over. “I don’t remember that outfit from the show,” he said finally, releasing his suit coat.
“It’s from the daywear line.”
The short skirt and button-up, man-style shirt worn loose with a hip chain belt were a lot less revealing than the eveningwear or lingerie she’d modeled during the show, but the outfit was still signature sexy.
“That explains it.”
“What?”
“You weren’t wearing it.”
“You mean you weren’t watching the other models?”
He shook his head. “There was only one who could hold my interest.”
“The clothes are supposed to hold your interest.”
“They did. When you were wearing them.” He reached out to touch her cheek. “Feels real enough to me.”
“What do you mean?” She’d lost the thread of the conversation somewhere along the way.
“You said it was the clothes and I don’t agree. No
The program said the sexy beauty was the official cover model for Lexi’s Creations, which meant she would no doubt feature in all the shows. Considering the number of them he’d promised Lise he would attend, he would have ample opportunity to meet Bella. He smiled, the prospect affecting his mood and his libido in a very definite way.
His dick was already making emphatic statements about what it wanted to do when they met, and it wasn’t to engage in polite conversation.
For the first time in the hour since the after-show schmoozing began, Bella found herself alone. On a normal night, she would disappear about now, going back to her hotel to enjoy some solitude, but she was hoping to see him, the man with the green eyes and the smile that made her insides shake.
A hand materialized in front of her, holding a flute of champagne. “Drink?”
Bella turned and looked up, knowing before she did who the deep drawl would belong to.
Towering above her own petite five feet, four inches, he exuded palpable sexual heat and she felt burned simply standing so close. This man would not need a tour guide for an extended trip on the wild side.
She took the glass of champagne. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He lifted his glass.
She automatically clinked hers against it. “ Salud. ”
“To new friendships.” The slow Texas drawl went through her like the vibrations from a bass guitar, making her shiver.
His brow rose.
“It’s a little cold.” Not. But no way was she going to admit the real reason for her body’s betraying quiver.
“It feels pretty hot in here to me.” He slipped off his suit jacket and slid it around her shoulders, engulfing her as effectively as if he’d put an overcoat on her. The man was big. “There, now we’ll both feel better.”
Her usual flirtatious façade abandoned her and she nodded dumbly.
His scent surrounded her, expensive and masculine, making her ultraaware of the intimacy of wearing his jacket.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes.” What else could she say? That the way he was looking at her made her much warmer than the extra layer of clothing and she hadn’t been cold to begin with?
She took a gulp of the bubbly wine, nearly choking on alcohol not meant to be imbibed so quickly.
His lips twitched. “You must be thirsty.”
“I am.”
“Maybe I should have gotten you a glass of water instead.”
“Actually that wouldn’t be a bad idea.” For more reasons than that she normally stuck to fruit juice, or other equally innocuous beverages, at the after-show soirees. She had a feeling she needed all her wits about her because this man could turn her brain to mush with a look. “It’s hard to stay hydrated during a trunk show.”
“You look hydrated to me.” His green gaze slid down her body with tactile pleasure and the tone of his voice was enough to make her insides liquefy.
“It’s the clothes,” she said automatically. “Lexi’s Creations always make me look my best.”
He pulled one side of his jacket away from her body to reveal the clothes beneath it and took his time looking them over. “I don’t remember that outfit from the show,” he said finally, releasing his suit coat.
“It’s from the daywear line.”
The short skirt and button-up, man-style shirt worn loose with a hip chain belt were a lot less revealing than the eveningwear or lingerie she’d modeled during the show, but the outfit was still signature sexy.
“That explains it.”
“What?”
“You weren’t wearing it.”
“You mean you weren’t watching the other models?”
He shook his head. “There was only one who could hold my interest.”
“The clothes are supposed to hold your interest.”
“They did. When you were wearing them.” He reached out to touch her cheek. “Feels real enough to me.”
“What do you mean?” She’d lost the thread of the conversation somewhere along the way.
“You said it was the clothes and I don’t agree. No
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