Siren-epub by Cathryn Fox

door opened.  She glanced up to see a very handsome Dean.  Dressed in a pair of casual pants and a sweater, he oozed masculinity.  His dark hair looked damp from a recent shower.  Dean panned her body in return and then advanced toward her, closing the gap between them. 
    He put his mouth close to hers.  “You do know we’re going to dinner, right?”
    Jenna furrowed her brow. “Yeah, why?”
    He gestured with his head.  “And that’s what you’re going to wear?”
    Her stomach tightened.  “You don’t like it?” 
    “Just know this, Jenna.  If you’re going to sit across the table from me dressed like that, I can’t be responsible for my behavior.”
    Jenna chuckled, pleased at his reactions and the way he made her feel.
    He gave a low whistle.  “If I ravish you under the table, it’s entirely your fault.”
    She shivered and took a moment to consider things.  There was no denying they were physically attracted to each other.  But that didn’t mean he wanted more, right?  Then again, why would a guy like Dean go through so much trouble by taking her to Risqué and helping her overcome her insecurities if he didn’t care?  And why would he arrange to have Christian join their little party so the two of them could fulfill her secret fantasy?  Was it possible that his interest in her went deeper?
    Did she dare bet on it? 
    Pushing those thoughts to the recesses of her mind, she said, “I’m all set.”
    “Good.  I’m starving.”  The look in his eyes told her it wasn’t food he hungered for. 
    Less than twenty minutes later, she found herself seated in a cozy corner table at Chez Frontenac, Lucien Beaufort’s restaurant.  She glanced around.  “I love this place,” she said.  “Megan is going to be so jealous.”
    Dean smiled.  “Lucien is a fabulous chef.”
    “So is Megan.  I just hope she gets her big break sometime soon.”
    Just then the waiter came to take their drink order.  Dean ordered a bottle of wine, and after the man left, he turned his attention to her.  His eyes darkened and smoldered as they locked on Jenna. 
    “You look beautiful tonight, Jenna.”
    “You make me feel beautiful,” she said in return. 
    Dean reached out and closed his hand over hers.  The warmth of his fingers scorched her skin.  Her entire body came alive.  Her sex muscles fluttered.  Dean shifted his chair closer, his hand going to her knee. 
    He cleared his throat.  “What we did last night.  It was pretty fabulous.”
    “Yeah, definitely fabulous.”
    “And the night before, at Risqué .  You were wild.”
    She closed her eyes for a second and shivered in remembrance.  “It was quite a place.”
    Dean nodded in agreement.  “If I had known how great it was, I’d have gone there sooner.  Then again, you’re the only girl I ever wanted to take there.”
    Her heart leapt.  She was thrilled to know that Dean wasn’t a regular at Risqué , and even more thrilled that she was the only girl he’d ever taken there – the only girl he ever wanted to take there.  It amazed her how special he made her feel. 
    He sidled closer, a torn look in his eyes.  “I want to be a gentleman, Jenna, and engage you in meaningful conversation while we share a romantic dinner.  But at the same time, all I can think about is taking you home to my place and spending the rest of the night between your legs.” 
    She shivered.  “I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Dean.”
    “Good.  Take your panties off for me.”
    She widened her eyes.  “Are you serious?”
    “Yeah, do it and hand them to me under the table.”
    Reaching down, Jenna slipped her panties off and slipped them into Dean’s waiting hand.  He shifted in his seat and tucked them into his pocket. 
    “I think you’re getting a nice little collection of my designer panties,” she teased.
    “Soon I’ll have a pair from every line,” he returned, offering her a lopsided grin.
    Before she could respond, the