“You thought of everything.”
“Believe me, I’ve thought of nothing else.” He led her to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”
“No alcohol tonight. I’ve had enough for a lifetime. Maybe just a sparkling water.”
Alex motioned to the bartender and ordered her water.
Her nerves reappeared momentarily when she noticed how some of the other guests appraised her. His guests tended to dress to impress but everyone paled in comparison to Dana. The gown fit her like a second skin. Just looking at her made his throat itch and his palms sweat.
“Everyone’s looking at me.”
“There’s a reason for that. You outshine them all.”
“I don’t know about that. It’s just this dress. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” She grabbed her sparkling water and drank deeply.
“That’s not true. It’s not the dress. It’s you. You’re stunning.”
“You’re flattering me.” Despite her scepticism, she stood taller.
“This isn’t flattery. Dana, if you snapped your fingers right now, you could have anyone in this room.”
“Oh, yeah? Even your fancy movie star friends?”
“I see at least five of them drooling over you right now.”
“Drool. You’re funny.”
“I could call them over and ask them.”
“I don’t want them, Alex. I want you.”
“That’s good to know. I don’t share well.”
“Oh no?” She nibbled on her lower lip.
“No.” Alex reached for her hand and kissed it, brushing his lips over each knuckle. “Your orgasms are mine.”
“Possessive?”
“You have no idea.” He gestured to their nook. “Would you like to sit?”
As they walked over to their nook, everyone turned to look at Dana. The way she moved in that dress was hypnotic. She was all legs and heat and perfume.
He held back the loose curtain so she could enter the nook. He let it fall back into place and was about to let loose the other side of the curtains to give them privacy but she stopped him with a word.
“Don’t.”
“You don’t want privacy?”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Leaving one panel tied back, he joined her on the couch. They had a view of one corner of the VIP suite and of the guests gathered there. From the couch, they could see one end of the bar as well.
When Dana crossed her legs, making that slit dance, he was tempted to banish everyone from the suite. Her legs looked so smooth. It took all his strength not to ease her back onto the sectional and slide between them.
But he’d promised her she was in charge of their evening and he aimed to keep his promise. “Dana, if at any point you become uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.”
“I’m not uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the gown, giving me visions of grandeur. I feel powerful. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
