Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [65]
He shrugged. “A sexy dress, if you have one.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.”
Ah, her surprise. She’d almost forgotten. And she couldn’t imagine exactly where Damon planned to fuck her tonight that required her being dressed up, but she also couldn’t wait to find out.
Two
“Whoa,” Damon said when she answered the door that night at six sharp. His long once-over made her breasts tingle and her cunt pulse.
She bit her lip, feeling both sexy and sophisticated. “You like?”
“Babe,” he said, as if it were a ridiculous question. “That dress is…amazing. The way you look, I’ll be damn lucky if I can do our business before our pleasure.”
The black satin dress hugged her curves perfectly and revealed more of her body than anything she’d ever worn, with molded underwire cups that held her breasts in place of a bra, leaving much of them exposed. The hem dropped to mid-thigh, but a slit on one side made the short length even racier.
Kelly had insisted Brenna buy the dress, but she’d left the tags on, thinking she might return it—until Damon’s wardrobe instructions earlier, after which she’d known it was perfect for a night out in Vegas on the arm of the hottest guy alive.
She’d completed the outfit with strappy black heels featuring a bit of rhinestone bling across the toes and the dangly diamond earrings she’d worn at her wedding. In retrospect, this seemed like a better use for them.
Damon had dressed up, too—more than she’d ever seen him before—wearing a crisp white shirt, untucked, under a carmel-colored leather jacket, with his usual jeans below. As always, his grandma’s cross rested near his throat, visible between open buttons. “You look good, too,” she told him, offering the same bold perusal he’d used on her and not hesitating to let her gaze linger on his crotch, where—even without an erection—a very pleasant bulge appeared.
An enormous gilt-framed mirror hung on the wall next to the elevator and as they waited, Brenna couldn’t help checking them both out and thinking that tonight, more than ever before, she looked like she belonged with him, like she was someone fabulous heading out for a night of glamorous fun—and the best part was, at the moment, it was all true.
Damon took her to Bouchon, a French restaurant at the Venetian, where they were seated on a beautiful tiled patio near the pool. After dinner, they shared a chocolate mousse in an atmosphere of soft music, clinking glasses, and elegant stone columns and archways. And Brenna tried very hard not to feel the romance of it all, but it was difficult to ignore.
On one hand, she knew Damon was a man of the world, and a lover of women, so that, for him, taking someone to a terribly romantic restaurant was surely no more than a respectful measure of affection, a good meal with someone whose company he enjoyed.
But when she looked into his eyes…did she see more?
Or was she just imagining that?
At times, she could have sworn Damon was falling for her, too. But then…a guy like Damon was just so naturally personable, so skilled at making someone feel special, that she knew it probably meant nothing.
And that’s okay, she reminded herself. This is only an affair, and that’s exactly what you wanted it to be. No-strings-attached sex.
From dinner, it was out for an evening on the Strip. Tonight, Damon explained, they were going to see performers who all happened to work in the mega-resorts that lined Las Vegas Boulevard.
And it hit her—oh, that’s why he told me to dress up. This promised to be more of a real “night on the town” than any they’d shared thus far, and it made her don’t-get-too-attached-to-the-bed surprise all the more a mystery.
Their first stop: one of the few traditional Vegas shows still remaining, complete with topless showgirls sporting tons of feathers and sequins. It was a variety mix of entertainment, and Damon pointed out the singer they’d come to see, recommended by a bartender he’d spoken to earlier in the week. But Damon quickly declared that the guy had “more of a Broadway sound,” with which Brenna agreed, and after that, she simply