Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [27]
“Maybe we should call it a night,” he suggested.
“What about the band?”
“What’s your take? If you were here without me, would you be prepared to offer a contract?”
She didn’t hesitate to nod. “Yes.”
“Good. Because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. On the way out, we’ll introduce ourselves and set up a meeting.” He grabbed the doorknob, but stopped to look back. “Ready?”
She gave herself a quick once-over and realized her panties lay looped around the ankle of one boot. “Except for those.”
A fresh sultriness invaded his gaze as he stooped to remove them, dropping them in the waste basket, and before rising, he peered up her skirt to murmur, “Mmm—nice, babe.”
It was enough to get her hot all over again, that fast.
So when he reached back for the doorknob a few seconds later, she closed her hand around his wrist, wondering aloud, “Damon, about what just happened…”
“Yeah?”
“Since we both agree it was a mistake, does that mean…”
“That we won’t do it again?” He gave his head a sexy tilt and flashed those bedroom eyes. “Look, babe—we could say we won’t, and torture ourselves the next few days. But you know what they say.”
“What’s that?”
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” He concluded with a seductive wink.
“Oh,” she said, her voice a little too soft.
Kelly had said the exact same thing when they’d discussed the then-impossible-seeming notion of Brenna having sex with Damon. And so he was saying he wanted to fool around with her while they were here, but forget it had happened once they returned to L.A. And maybe something about that would have offended old Brenna, but in new Brenna’s world, it seemed like a perfectly acceptable idea as still more of Kelly’s words came back to her. No fuss, no muss, no long or messy attachment.
Of course, the truth was that it would probably be impossible for her to work with him on a long-term basis after this. Because every time she looked at him, she’d remember fucking him. And she’d want to do it again.
But she probably didn’t have to worry about that. Because he was probably going to be losing his job.
A thought that made her stomach churn for a whole different reason—her deception.
Yet she simply couldn’t think about that now. There was no good answer or solution, so what was the point? She had no intention of letting Jenkins’ underhanded ways ruin the best sex of her life with the hottest guy she’d ever encountered.
And given her precarious situation, enjoying this now and cutting it off at week’s end sounded…well, like the perfect plan.
Five
Damon led Brenna up the hall, hand in hand, as Blush’s lead singer’s smoky voice resonated over the club’s loudspeakers. “We’re gonna take a little break, but don’t go anywhere ’cause we’re just gettin’ started.” He headed toward the stage, wanting to intercept the band and get out of there.
Damn, Brenna had gotten him hot, fast. So much for not fucking the girl he was training. Hell, he guessed that was just the kind of guy he was—he thought life was too short not to indulge in pleasure so long as it didn’t hurt anybody. And even if this seemed like a bad idea, maybe it wasn’t. Since she wasn’t a potential Blue Night artist, surely no harm would come to him or anyone else if they had some dirty fun together.
Fortunately, he came face-to-face with the Blush singer as she descended the few steps at the side of the stage. He held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Damon Andros of Blue Night Records.”
The saucy blonde, so slick and cool up to now, suddenly looked like she would faint, her eyes widening and jaw dropping. “Oh God. You are.”
“This is my associate, Brenna Cayton, and we’ve been enjoying the show tonight.” So much that we just did each other in a closet.
Damon knew the mood the band set was only part of what had drawn him to Brenna tonight, but he also couldn’t deny that Blush’s particular style of entertainment