I hopped off my chair. “Thanks, Drew.”
I was on my way to the bathroom when I was grabbed by the wrist and spun around.
“I know you,” a man said, pulling me into a light swaying back and forth. “Back again, Miss Collector?”
The second man of the night was tall, Asian descent, and very handsome. His hair was thick with a slight wave, he had a swimmer’s build, and his smile was perfect and complete with a dimple on one side.
This man had potential.
I blinked. A flash of panic went through me, but I masked it with a sexy smirk. “I have been here once or twice. Are you coming to the convention tomorrow?”
“To see you. Although I wouldn’t mind seeing you a little more tonight as well. Can I get you a drink?”
“Lemon drop martini.”
A waiter passed by us and the handsome stranger ordered our drinks.
“I didn’t get your name,” I said as he led me to his table. It was covered by walls on three sides and in the more expensivesection of the club. Handsome, could dance, had money to throw around?
Check. Check. Check.
“Fred Casely. I design and sell furniture.”
“Ooh, can I call you Freddy?” I trailed my finger down his black tie. “Furniture, huh?”
“It’s boring work, but it pays well.”
Boring is good. Money is good.
Check. Check.
“How long have you been doing this, Freddy?” The waiter returned with our drinks, and I sipped mine as he talked. He was single, no kids, no partner, no pets. His parents were no contact, he didn’t even have a maid or anyone that he saw on a regular basis.
Check. Check. Check. Check. Check.
“I work remote for the designing process, but a studio for when I do my test models. Sometimes, it’s weeks before I see another person. That’s why I started coming here on occasion. It must be fate to see you here.”
He was a gentleman too. He’d taken his time with me, touching my elbows, and then slowly gravitating down, resting on my thigh.
“Fate brought us together tonight?” I traced his jawline.
“And again, tomorrow at the convention. I bought tickets specifically for your panel.”
“How far is your house from the convention center?”
“Not as close as your hotel room, I bet.”
I grinned. “You bet right.”
Forty-five minutes later, we were getting out of the car, giggling and acting like lovestruck teenagers. My red lipstick was smeared across his cheeks and neck, and his tie was wrapped around my hand. We ran up the stairs, tearing off our clothes aswe went, and by the time we burst through the door, one quick pull down and his pants were off.
I pushed him onto the bed, and he stripped completely down and put his hands under his head. I admired his body. I was right—swimmer’s frame. Those abs, holy shit.
“What happened?” He eyed the V-shaped scar on my chest with abject horror.
“I’d rather not talk about it.” I leaned down and kissed him, but he pulled away again, his eyes darting behind me.
“Woah, you leave your collectables out?”
