A Reckless Note (Brilliance Trilogy #1) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,9
away. Hope flutters inside me like a pair of butterfly wings afraid to fully take flight. I think he just told me that I’m invited to the VIP event where Sofia is certain to be as well.
“Why don’t I make it up to you with a nightcap?” Alexander offers.
“No thank you. I’m not a big drinker. And I have to talk to my client.”
“Then how about dinner tomorrow night?”
“I’m going to be hunting another bottle of wine, but thank you. Good night, Alexander.” I head for the door, and exit into a crowd of guests hovering around the building, shivering with a colder temperature than expected, wishing I’d brought a coat. I step off to the side of a group of people and I’m about to call an Uber when Kace is suddenly in front of me. He’s in a brown jacket made with soft fitted leather, the color contrasting with his blue T-shirt and matching his boots. The entire outfit screams cool. And warm. He’s warm. I’m not. I shiver and hug myself. “You’re cold.” He motions behind him. “I already had my car pulled around. Come. I’ll give you a ride.”
“No, I-”
He steps closer, the mix of the scent of man and a woodsy cologne lifting in the air and teasing my nostrils and apparently every other part of my body. I’m so hyperaware of this man it’s insane. “Don’t say no,” he says softly.
He’s close, so very close and I want him closer when I should be pushing him away. I tell myself to decline, but he repeats his words. “Don’t say no, Aria.”
My name on this man’s lips undoes me. Maybe he’s just being friendly. Maybe this is more. God, it feels like more. Maybe it’s a dangerous fire igniting, but I don’t seem to care. I can barely find my voice, but somehow I manage and awkward, “I ah – yes. Yes, please.”
His eyes twinkle with mischief. “Well, since you said please. I do think that word could grow on me.”
My cheeks heat and my lips part with what is surely a suggestive comment and he laughs low and deep, a musical masculine rumble that I feel in every part of me. “You blush easily. Come on. Let’s get you in the warm car.”
He slides his arm around me and ushers me forward, and the thing is, I let him.
CHAPTER SIX
What is happening to me?
I’m melting like butter from having this man’s arm around me.
I tell myself that my intense reaction to Kace is simply that I haven’t been touched in a very long time. And I’m alone right now, so very alone. Gio is gone. My rock is gone. And Kace came into my life at just the right moment to stir a fierce reaction. That’s all this is.
To prove this fact to myself, I try to focus on something other than his body warming mine, like his car—a fancy blue sports car, that I’m pretty sure is a Roadster, which I only know because I had a rich classmate in college who drove his father’s on occasion. They’re outrageously expensive, but then, Kace has money. Of course, he does. He’s a Grammy award-winning artist. He tours the world. He has fame, and millions of albums sold. He has women falling at his feet and I don’t intend to be one of them.
He clicks his locks and when his arm leaves my shoulders, the absence of his touch is a shock that sends a chill radiating down my spine. He opens the passenger door for me. “You don’t have to do this,” I say.
He steps closer and Lord help me, I want him even closer. “I want to do this,” he says softly.
Want.
That word was in my head and now it’s on his lips.
I hesitate, but I don’t know why. I know that I’m not going to say no and so does he. To play a game of yes or no is silly. I climb inside, sinking into the luxury of the car and the leather seat. He surprises me by kneeling beside me. “Where are we going?”
That question jolts me. I don’t live in a neighborhood that suggests I have clients capable of bidding on a ten-million-dollar violin. I rotate to get out of the car, but that’s a mistake because Kace is not eye level. “What just happened?” he asks, and his hands, his musically talented hands, rest on his powerful thighs. I find those hands incredibly alluring.