Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [9]
She exited back out into the warmth of the night in the café area, making her way past couples at small round tables until she reached Damon and sat down across from him, smoothly lifting her sunglasses to the top of her head.
Then she watched him blink.
“Brenna?” His dark brows drew slightly together. God, he was beautiful.
“Surprise,” she said, pleasing herself with how confident and comfortable she sounded. “I’m a redhead now. I figured—new job, new look. What do you think?”
“You look fabulous,” he told her, and their eyes met again, and this time it was almost fatal.
Because she was so close to him now. And that look—that intense, oh-so-sexy look—was pinning her in place, almost holding her down, taking control of her. If she’d suffered the first twinges of arousal a moment ago upon spotting him…well, that had been nothing compared to this. The juncture of her thighs spasmed as she—almost involuntarily—thrust her breasts forward and ran her tongue along her upper lip. Casting her most provocative smile, she said a low, cool, “Thanks.”
Despite all the times she’d seen him in the office, this was the first time they’d really been face-to-face, the sole focus of each other’s attention—and it was also the first time in her life she’d ever had such a visceral, physical reaction to a man. One of Kelly’s many raw, out-there comments suddenly came back to her: Doesn’t the man just make your pussy quiver? Brenna seldom thought of her body in such terms, but…maybe new Brenna did. Because her pussy was definitely quivering now, no doubt about it.
Damon’s small smile looked slightly predatory, but she didn’t mind at all. “I was surprised when Jenkins informed me you were coming on board in A&R,” he told her. He was talking business, yet his eyes still said sex, sex, sex.
Something in it inspired her to be saucy—apparently another part of the new her. She raised her eyebrows, flashed a playful grin. “Afraid of a little competition?”
He laughed—a deep, throaty sound that kept the spot between her legs humming. “Not at all, babe. Just didn’t know you had those aspirations.”
Normally, she hated it when a guy called her babe or honey without really knowing her. But like everything else about him, when Damon did it, it was sexy as hell. Even the remaining last hints of a New York accent sounded seductive coming from that mouth.
“I didn’t,” she answered, “and frankly, I was just as surprised as you when Jenkins offered me the position. But I love Blue Night, and I have a passion for music, so it seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime.”
Damon nodded slowly, his warm chocolate eyes narrowing. “It is. And though I had doubts about how you’d fit in the role, I’m not worried anymore.”
She tilted her head, getting almost comfortable with the new her. “A new hair color and a few new clothes make that much of a difference?”
“It’s not the clothes,” he said with a soft head shake. “It’s the attitude. You’ve got it. I can tell. You’ve embraced this.”
“Completely,” she told him. I’ve embraced wanting this job. And lying to get it.
And there was something else Brenna was on the verge of embracing, too. Her lust for him. Her plan had not been to spend time ogling him, wanting to get in his pants. But she clearly did, with a force unrivaled.
Yet that still didn’t mean she planned to do anything about it. It was one thing to be “new Brenna” in looks, in her job—but it was another altogether when it came to men, and sex. So she would just have to lust quietly, her nipples jutting through her bra, her cunt veritably vibrating against her jeans. And, wow—it looked like new Brenna used even more blunt, naughty words. Too much time spent with Kelly this past weekend, clearly.
Just then, the wine arrived—a nice Pinot Grigio—and they ordered dinner, both starting with onion soup. Conversation turned in the direction