Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [28]
As the singer, Candy Lark, introduced herself and the rest of the band, Damon watched all the girls’ eyes light up, then wasted no time telling them he wanted to sign them. A few of the band members jumped up and down, squealing their excitement, while Candy Lark did her best to act professional and thank him for coming to see them. Passing her a business card on which he’d already written his room number at the Venetian, he set up a breakfast meeting the next morning in the suite.
He still loved that part of the job—giving someone a chance to make their dreams come true. He’d been trained—and he had to train Brenna, as well—to remember this was a business, about money and profits, but he thought it was important to keep your heart in the job, too.
Five minutes later, he slid into a cab next to Brenna, glad to be alone with her again, although he wasn’t sure why. Granted, there’d been no time for pillow talk after their frantic coupling, but he wasn’t especially a pillow talk sort of guy. Maybe it was the sexy little smile she wore in the dark confines of the taxi that made him enjoy just being with her.
“Why the smile?” he asked as the cab sped away from Fetish. “Excited about offering the contract?”
She bit her lip and looked cute as hell, even in the shadowy light, and kept her answer low so it would be just between the two of them. “Oh, that was fun, but the truth is…I’m just thinking about the fact that I’m not wearing panties.”
His groin tightened, and he couldn’t hold in a small grin. “You smile when you’re not wearing panties?”
“I’ve never not worn them before,” she confided.
It surprised him a little. Because she’d seemed so carefree about the whole thing. And despite their discussion last night about keeping sex private, tonight she’d seemed like a girl who…well, who might have done it in a closet once or twice before. “Ever?” he asked.
“Ever.”
He tilted his head, still trying to get to the bottom of what he now knew was a naughty smile. “And…?”
She weighed her answer, looking strangely young and girlish and pleased with herself. “It makes me feel…wild. Sexy. Free.”
Damn, there it was—that genuine part of her again. That part of her so real he could almost taste it. And he liked it. A lot. In all his thirty-five years, many of them spent enjoying women, he wasn’t sure he’d ever met anyone quite like her.
Without planning it, he leaned over in the cab to kiss her. “Stay in my room tonight,” he said low in her ear.
Pulling back to look at him, she cast a playful smile. “I have to warn you, that drink—on top of the wine I had with dinner—knocked me for a loop. I might fall fast asleep.”
“That’s okay. As long as you’re naked.”
Six
Brenna lay in his bed, eyes falling shut. He stood over her, smiling. She’d been serious about that drink knocking her out.
“Are you awake?”
“Mmm,” she murmured.
“Do you want to sleep in your clothes?” When she didn’t answer, he added, “Or do you want me to undress you?”
“Mmm-hmm, that.”
Damon much preferred undressing women who were awake and enjoying it, but having her sleep naked next to him still sounded good, and he’d undressed enough women that this wouldn’t be a challenge.
He started with her boots, unzipping and slipping them off to reveal thin black knee socks underneath, the same as a Catholic schoolgirl might wear. The contrast between the socks and the rest of her outfit brought a smile to his lips. She was no schoolgirl, but even after what they’d shared in the closet, he sensed a certain innocence about her that drew him.
Dropping the boots gently to the carpet at the foot of the king-size bed, he next moved up to her blouse, reaching for the buttons between her breasts and proceeding downward. He’d barely had a chance to notice the sexy bra underneath—he’d seen it through the animal print and caught a glimpse when he was inside her, but now he took in the scalloped edges of the low-cut cups and the way they pushed her breasts upward, creating firm, round mounds.
Shit. He wanted to