He blinked slowly. “How . . . how did you know?” Cameron stuttered.
Jasmine looked up at him under lowered lashes. “Know what?”
“That my fraternity colors are black and red.”
“I had no way of knowing that. I’d bought this dress several months ago, and decided to wear it tonight.”
He took a step, bringing them within inches of each other. “I’m glad you did because you’re beyond beautiful.”
Jasmine lowered her eyes. “Thank you.”
Cameron offered her his arm. “Our driver is downstairs.”
He waited for Jasmine to lock the door and then escorted her to the elevator. Everything about her screamed feminine and sexy. A generous slit in the front of the high-neck, sleeveless dress revealed an expanse of smooth bare leg from ankle to knee with each step. The overhead lights in the elevator reflected off the jeweled hairpins in the elaborate twist on the nape of her neck, and the ruby and diamond studs in her ears.
“You’re staring, Cameron,” Jasmine said accusingly.
“That’s because I have something to stare at,” he countered. “Does my staring make you uncomfortable?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“I’m willing to bet that I won’t be the only man staring at you tonight.”
Jasmine’s eyebrows lifted. “And that won’t bother you?”
A sardonic smile parted Cameron’s lips. “Hell no, because I know you’ll be leaving with me. Does that answer your question?”
She nodded. “Yes it does.”
The elevator arrived at the lobby and when the doors opened Cameron held her hand as they walked out of the building and to the town car parked at the curb. The driver, who’d been leaning against the car, moved quickly to open the rear door. Lifting the skirt of her dress, Jasmine got in as Cameron removed his jacket, handed it to the driver. She moved over to her left when he slipped in to sit beside her.
“Once everyone arrives, there will be introductions. Do you want me to identify you as an interior decorator or HR manager?”
Jasmine met his eyes. “Interior decorator will do. What’s on the program?”
Cameron rested his hand over hers, his thumb caressing her fingers. Everything about Jasmine seeped into him: the hypnotic scent of her perfume, the warm silkiness of her skin, and velvety timbre of her voice. “We begin with a cocktail hour with hors d’oeuvres. That’s followed by a sit-down dinner that will last for a couple of hours. We always have a deejay and live band for dancing, and this year the planning committee added a stand-up comic for entertainment. We always have an open bar which will occasionally lead to overindulgence, but that’s not a problem because our drivers will be at the pier when the boat docks tomorrow morning. And those who’re still able to stand upright will be served a buffet breakfast.”
“I can’t believe you party for twelve continuous hours.”
Cameron dropped a kiss on Jasmine’s flower-scented hair. “I have to admit we’re getting a little long in the tooth when it comes to the number of activities we try to cram into a week. I’ve suggested we go to a tropical island resort and kick back. We still can meet in May and avoid hurricane season.”
“Why aren’t you on the planning committee?” Jasmine asked.
“We rotate, and my turn isn’t coming up again for another two years.”
“Are all of your frat brothers in finance?”
“Just about all of them are involved in a field where they use math.”
“Did you always want to be a money manager?”
“Yes, only because I knew I had a position waiting for me in my family’s company. But there had been a time when I thought about becoming a veterinarian.”
“Then you’d be Dr. Singleton, DVM.”
Cameron chuckled softly. “My life would’ve been very different if I was Dr. Singleton, because I doubt whether I would’ve met you.”
“You can’t say that, Cameron.”
