Seeing him at today’s strategy meeting had made her edgy.She imagined she could smell his aftershave, scent his arousal, the way she did at night when they were on the phone, when she could almost taste his come in her mouth.He’d been at West Coast every day that week, tormenting her.While at night, he gave her the climaxes she craved.
Lee was turning out to be right—Knox was a dangerous man.
And Summer was addicted to him.
“An adventure, like we had Saturday at the park.We meet somewhere.I watch you.I stalk you.Maybe it’s dancing at a hot club in San Francisco.You’re wearing something short and sexy and hot.I watch you dance with this guy and that guy.Then, like a predator, I pick up your scent, how hot you are, how wet you are.”
Oh God.He was doing it to her again, turning her inside out.“Saturday was a one-off.We can’t keep doing stuff like that.”
“Why not?”he shot back.
“Because it’s against the rules.”
“Hot sex isn’t against our rules.It’s like any other fantasy that we tell each other over the phone.It’s just that I get to watch you.And you get to know I’m watching you.”
“It’s dangerous.At this morning’s meeting, I felt Finn Rafferty looking at me like he knew something about us.Have you told him anything?”
“I haven’t said a thing.But you’re a sexy woman.Of course he’s gonna look.”
“He’s got the hots for Lia Ferroni.He doesn’t even see other women.”
“Your imagination is working overtime,” he whispered seductively.“Which I totally enjoy.And we need another adventure.The last one was so fucking hot.”
God help her, it was.She was wet all over again thinking about it.Wanting it.And wanting anewadventure.But… “We can’t let this drift into some sort of relationship.”
“It’s not a relationship.It’s hot sex.Fuckinghot sex.And you love it as much as I do.”
Shewasaddicted.If she kept her cool about it, didn’t let it take over her life, didn’t bring it into the workplace, didn’t let it become a relationship, she could still keep her career on track.She could make up for the time lost while raising the girls.Spence Benedict liked the changes she was making in the department.She could see her way forward, moving up, taking on more responsibility, a promotion, her career gaining momentum.
“It would be just an experience,” she said.“It’s not a date.”
“Of course it’s not a date.A date makes it boring.But an adventure makes it fucking hot.”
“All right.Tell me when and where.”
It could be exciting.It could be perfect.
As long as she didn’t let Knox derail her career.
She was socrazy hot in that little black number that his gut burned with need.
Knox had dressed in all black to match Summer—black jeans, black shirt, black jacket.
He’d wasted no time setting up their adventure for Saturday night.He’d instructed her to take an Uber rather than drive herself and chose a dance club in San Francisco that was exactly what he wanted, loud, the beat of the music pounding in his chest, the dance floor crowded with bodies gyrating in the colored lights flashing over them.He staked out two tables overlooking the dance floor, one for her and one next to it from which he could see all the action.Then she headed out to the dance floor as if they weren’t together.That was the plan; she would act as if she were alone here.And all he could do was watch her.
It was sexy as hell.
After only two minutes, some guy spotted her dancing alone and made his way to her.Knox saw flashes of creamy thigh when she twirled in that sexy short black dress.Sipping his scotch and soda, he watched, he got hard.He might even be getting a little crazy too.
The song ended, and she left the guy on the dance floor, heading back to her table and her drink, which Knox had been watching over, making sure no one slipped a Mickey into it.Whenever someone sidled up to her table, he told them it was taken.He watched over her clutch purse too, which presumably contained her phone, her license, some money, and a lipstick.That was the deal.He watched, made sure she was safe, and she went out to have fun.
And that washisfun, taking in the way she attracted men, flirted with them, turned them on.
She looked at him, winked as if he were any other insect caught in her web.Picking up her champagne, she held it a moment, looked at him.He nodded, indicating it was safe, and she tipped her head back for a long swallow.
He wanted her to swallow him.
An older crowd frequented this place.No techno-pop, no rap, just good, hard rock.He hadn’t wanted to mix with the young crowd, and he didn’t think she’d want the young ones either.When she picked someone, he wanted to pretend it was him.He wanted to imagine those ruby lips and Cleopatra eyes were only for him.
