“I am no saint. I am even willing to admit I am not the best man there is. But I am the King of Diamonds. I know a queen when I see one. And you, Delilah Reyes?”
The whole time he spoke, he moved around the table, gradually coming closer and closer until he was standing over me. Had this been anyone else, I would have asked them to stop or simply stood up and backed off.
But just as Adrian said I wasn’t just a beautiful woman, he was not just a handsome man.
He was the King of Diamonds.
He extended his hand. Almost unconsciously, almost without a single thought, I took it. He lifted me up.
And then, his hand was on the small of my back. We were inches away from each other. Those fierce brown eyes had set on one thing and one thing only.
Me.
All other thoughts of my work… of my questions… of what this meant… they faded away. Thinking became a distant concept. Enraptured in the moment, I drew in a deep breath, unable to look away. Those eyes… God, those eyes…
He gently pushed me until my body pushed up against the railing. He had me pinned against the glass wall, the Las Vegas Strip behind and beneath us.
“You are my queen of diamonds, Delilah,” he said. “You want answers? I said I would show you. Now watch.”
He waited half a beat.
His eyes closed. He leaned forward.
And my eyes closed as I let happen what came next.
CHAPTER 11
Adrian
Ihad her.
I had her pinned in my penthouse. I was so fucking aroused, I might have fucked her right there against the glass railing. I had Delilah Reyes in my arms, her gaze unable to look anywhere but to me, and she was mine.
I leaned in to kiss her. I was sure she was about to accept it.
And then…
I felt only cheek.
I pulled back, surprised. I was too taken aback to be annoyed at first. What had changed? What had interrupted her surrendering to the moment?
Delilah still looked at me with those intensely interested eyes; if she had regained her composure, her face had not caught up to it. Curious, I stepped back, though I kept one hand wrapped around hers. Just as a subtle way to remind her that I still had her in my control.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Adrian,” she said. Her voice was half-concerned, half-sultry, like she couldn’t decide which path she wanted to go down. “I could lose my job if this continues. You could become like your brother if this continues.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
She was…
No, she wasn’t right.
Who the fuck said I had to go from fucking Delilah Reyes to being engaged to her, all in the course of about a month?
Who the fuck said I had to turn into the pussy-whipped, spineless man my brother was now if I tore Delilah’s clothes off and got my dick wet?
Who?
