“Fun with Dick and Jane. I recall seeing that movie a few years ago. I enjoyed it.” His gaze flickered over her. “So what do you think of my idea to pretend?” he asked in a gentle voice that still managed to stir every single thing inside her.
“I’m thinking.” She took a sip of her martini as she stared at him over the rim of her glass. The lighting in the club was perfectly calibrated to manifest how good he looked standing there in his business suit. He had broad shoulders. A trim waist. Tapered thighs. And he was wearing a pair of shoes that probably cost more than Manning’s entire monthly salary. The one advantage of going along with the pretend idea was that she would get a full night of sex. Enough to make up for what she’d gone several months without.
“While you’re thinking, can I give you something else to think about?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Depends on what it is.”
Dalton smiled, showing perfect white teeth and a too-delicious smile. “I’ll let you decide.”
He shifted to move closer to where his body brushed against her thigh. And she felt it. His erection. Hard, engorged and ready. The contact sent succulent shivers all through her. She suddenly felt so intensely ravenous that she traced her top lip with the tip of her tongue.
“I’d really like to get to know you, Jane. Will you join me at my table?”
“Your table?”
“Yes. I have a private room in the back that overlooks the ocean.”
Her heart was pounding hard in her chest. A private room? That should not have surprised her, but it did. Why did she have a gut feeling he had prepared well for this night just in case it included her? And why did she believe he knew about any and every secret fantasy she’d ever had, and would have no problem playing each one out to her satisfaction if given the chance?
Jules met his gaze. “Before I join you at your table, I think introductions are in order to get things started off on the right foot.” Offering him her hand, she said, “I’m Jules. Not Jane.”
He gave her a sizzling smile when his fingers curled over hers. “And I’m Dalton, not Dick.”
She couldn’t ignore the sparks that shot through her when he held her hand in his. “Nice meeting you, Dalton.”
“Nice meeting you, as well, Jules.”
He assisted her as she slid off the bar stool. “Nice outfit, by the way,” he said, dragging his gaze all over her, lingering in certain places.
Jules smiled. “Thanks.” Her dress was definitely an eye-catcher, deliberately and provocatively so. Black, short, sleeveless, razor slashed, exposing a lot more skin than it covered, especially in the tummy and chest areas. She could feel the heat of his gaze move from her navel to her breasts, and the thought of his mouth replacing those eyes had her nearly drowning in lust. If they didn’t get to that private room fast, there was no telling what would happen.
“Lead the way, Dalton.”
“It will be my pleasure, Jules.”
*
Dalton would never consider himself a possessive man, but the moment Jules had walked into the club wearing that dress, he’d had to step back a moment to linger in the shadows to get his erection under control. Some things a man couldn’t hide, and his desire for Jules was one of them. His briefs had gotten tight and had practically cut into his groin. Even now, heat was shimmering in the air surrounding them as well the aura of sex. Much-needed sex.