“Horny,” Julian concluded. “You need to get hot and sweaty with me, babe.”
She snorted and broke into laughter as she stared over the table at him. “Arrogant much?” she asked as she recovered.
“Never,” he answered confidently. “I never promise something I can’t deliver.”
Oh, she was pretty sure that Julian could give her exactly what she wanted. Problem was, he wouldn’t be a one-night stand she could use to scratch her itch. He was related to all of the Sinclairs in Amesport, and she’d see him again in the future.
“I can’t sleep with you, Julian,” she told him seriously. “Maybe it would be nice to have a fling, but I can’t. Not with you. We’d see each other again, and it would be awkward. You’re related to most of my friends, for God’s sake. Your cousin is my best friend’s husband.”
“I wasn’t suggesting a one-night stand,” he answered calmly.
“Then what—” Kristin closed her mouth in midsentence as the flight attendant came back with their meals.
By the time the food was set up and the hostess had brought them another drink, the conversation had moved in another direction, a safer subject.
Strangely, she actually had the urge to ask Julian what he wanted again.
Kristin just wasn’t quite sure she wanted to know the answer, so her question went unanswered.
CHAPTER 5
“I am not staying with you.” Kristin literally stomped her foot as she glared at Julian the moment the concierge had left the enormous suite, after delivering their suitcases and asking if he could do anything else for them.
The penthouse was enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls. It was totally breathtaking and opulent, the gold and greenery seeming almost incongruent, but it worked. However, Kristin wasn’t gawking at the suite anymore. She was alarmed that she had to share space with Julian Sinclair.
“The hotel is booked. And the suite has two bedrooms. It’s not like I’m asking you to share a bed, although I’m perfectly willing if you get lonely.”
She ignored his provocation. “Everybody is staying here. We can’t be in the same room.”
He yanked off the baseball cap he’d put on when they’d landed, leaving his hair adorably spiked. Kristin tried not to notice, but she was failing miserably.
“It’s a suite. Two bedrooms and you have your own bath.” He sprawled on the couch and pointed to the windows. “Nice view. What do you think?”
I think I want to crawl on top of you and ride that gorgeous body until I can’t sit down anymore!
Aloud, she said, “It’s lovely. There’s so many lights.” If the hotel was full, there was no use arguing the sleeping arrangements. Although she would like to be as far away from Julian as possible right now.
She wandered over to the window, her heart hammering from the thought of sharing this space with Julian for two days. It was a penthouse, so the views were amazing.
“It’s so . . . bright.” Vegas was alive with color and neon lights, even at their current height. The city view from up high was like one massive light show.
“Welcome to Vegas,” Julian said in a smartass tone. “You’re adorable when you’re nervous, by the way.”
“I’m not nervous. I just don’t want anyone to get false . . . ideas.”
“You don’t want them to think I’m fucking you into madness because we’re in the same suite,” he concluded.
Pretty much!
Really, it wasn’t appearances that bothered her. She was twenty-eight years old. If she wanted to bonk a handsome superstar while she was in Vegas, it was her business. Actually, it was the close proximity to temptation that honestly did make her apprehensive.
“Sin City,” she mumbled as she leaned against the wall and looked at the sprawling city awash with light.
Julian had hired a car, concerned that a limo or driving something flashy would out him. So far, nobody had recognized his face, but Kristin was pretty sure it was just a matter of time.
Even in a baseball cap and a normal vehicle, he still looked like Julian Sinclair. Hell, he felt like Julian Sinclair. There was something about him that exuded a special aura no matter where he went or how he was dressed.
“Yeah. It is Sin City,” he said huskily beside her ear as he slipped his arms around her from behind. “Want to sin with me, beautiful?”
Her body tensed, but his seductive scent made her relax back against him. Breathing him in, she closed her eyes and let herself be held against his rock-hard body for a moment, feeling content just to be close to him. “No sinning for me,” she said regretfully.
His mouth caressed the side of her neck, making her body tremble. “Sinning is mandatory in Vegas. We have the wedding tomorrow, but I think we should go out afterward and do some crazy things. Something you don’t usually do.”
His voice was deep and persuasive, making Kristin want to take a day to be free. “What?”