Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [37]
His look bordered somewhere between teasing and arrogant. “The difference between me and all the other guys you might sleep with in this business is…I’m the nice one.”
She tilted her head. “So every other man in the music industry is pure evil and out to get me?”
His gaze dropped to her breasts, concealed in a clingy halter top. “Pure evil? Likely. Out to get you, babe? Definitely.”
Four
As they strolled into the Venetian’s lavish lobby with Damon’s hand closed warmly around Brenna’s, one of the porters—in his gondolier uniform—politely said, “Good evening, Mr. Andros,” then nodded to Brenna, as well.
As they traversed the tile floor beneath a huge and divinely frescoed ceiling, people stared—whether because they knew who he was or because he was just so beautiful, she didn’t know.
Either way, she couldn’t help wondering what people saw when they spotted her on the arm of a devastatingly attractive man. Even if they didn’t know his reputation, he still emanated sex. Did they realize she was about to get laid? And did they disdain her in some way? Were they jealous?
The beauteous part of her musings, though, was that she honestly didn’t care very much. This was Vegas, after all. And being with Damon felt almost as if she’d been suddenly promoted from mild-mannered office worker to jet-set celebrity girlfriend. She felt different on the inside, too. Freer. More confident. Like she was living, really living, maybe for the first time in her life.
When they entered Damon’s oversize suite, he released her hand to approach the fax machine situated on the wide ledge between the dining area and living room. “Damn,” he said softly.
“What?”
“Nothing big. Just tried to fax the Blush contract to Jenkins earlier but couldn’t get it to go through. I’d like to have it on his desk by tomorrow morning, though, so I’d better try again.”
“Let me,” she offered. “I have a way with fax machines.”
“If you insist,” he replied, his look telling her he didn’t mind ditching the mundane task. Then he moved to the stereo to tune in some soft rock.
“Once an administrative assistant, always an administrative assistant,” she said cavalierly over her shoulder as Damon disappeared into the bedroom. Which was when it hit her. “I wonder if he’s interviewing people for my position yet.” She’d been so caught up in her new world that she hadn’t even thought about what would become of her old one.
“Yeah, he is,” Damon’s voice echoed through the doorway. “He mentioned in an e-mail that he had three lined up for tomorrow.”
“Oh. Good.” Although she wasn’t sure why the news made her feel a little proprietary about her old job. Someone would have to do all the work she usually did, after all.
It was as the pages were sifting through the fax machine, one by one, that she heard the sound of running water in addition to the music that wafted through the air—currently Norah Jones’ seductive “Turn Me On.”
“What are you doing in there?” she called.
“Running a bath.”
Oh. The small of her back ached with possibility. What kind of bath? For one or for two?
“Join me when you’re done with the fax.”
Okay, that kind of bath. Her body resumed feeling warm and ready, and she willed the contract to move faster through the fax machine. The moment the fax was completed, she walked briskly through the large bedroom and into the bathroom—yet she hadn’t been remotely prepared for what she would see.
Mirrors covered the gargantuan tiled space, stretching across the lengthy double vanity and spanning the walls around the large enclosed tub. Where Damon sat amid a bounty of white, frothy bubbles, holding a glass of white wine, casting a come-hither expression, and looking delectable enough to eat. She sucked in her breath at the sight.
“Take your clothes off.” His voice came deep, quietly commanding.
She let the breath back out but felt far from relaxed.
Because she’d never actually stood and undressed for a man before. And this was a lot different from their frantic coupling in the closet, or even fooling around in the pool. She’d thought those acts were