connection and stared at the floor, and wowie zowie! Look who was the new alpha lady in town!
The hostess slinked away as her handsome dinner companion helped her into a U-shaped booth. While the restaurant was busy, their table, tucked away in a dim corner, felt miles away from the other diners.
A waiter set a glass of wine on the table along with a whiskey. “A Chardonnay for the lady and a whiskey neat for the gentleman.”
She turned to find her hotel hottie watching her.
She cocked her head to the side. “You’ve already ordered?”
His powerful thigh brushed against her knee as he settled in beside her. “I did.”
She took a sip of wine. And lo and behold, it was her favorite Chardonnay.
“How did you know what I was drinking?” she asked.
There was an air of arrogance about him that sent a dizzying current racing through her body.
“I asked the bartender.”
Butterflies fluttered in her belly. “Why?” she pressed.
That sexy smirk was back, taunting her. “Because I knew you were going to have dinner with me.”
She gazed at him through her lashes.
Don’t blow it by saying something ridiculous, Bridget Vixen!
She lowered her voice. “What if I turned you down?”
Somehow, that sexy smirk of his got sexier. “Then I guess I would have rescued you from that jerk at the bar, then had my dinner alone. But I couldn’t leave the bar until you did.”
“Why not?” she asked, all eyelashes and silky-smooth tone.
She was getting the vixen act down pat!
He leaned in, and she inhaled hints of whiskey and sandalwood. “Because that guy had been trying to get your attention all night, and I didn’t like it.”
“Why not?” she repeated, pulse pounding. Her brain had turned to mush, and why not happened to be the only two words she was capable of verbalizing.
He’d been watching her, just as she’d been watching him.
Was she the predator or the prey?
His sexy smirk morphed into something deliciously wolfish. “Because I want you all for myself.”
There was the answer.
Prey or not, she couldn’t deny that this vixen business was exhilarating.
“Let me introduce myself. I’m—” he began, but she pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. The contact rippled through her body.
She leaned in. “First names only. I’m Bridget.”
She went to remove her finger from where it rested against his lips, but he gripped her wrist and pressed her finger back in place. Without missing a beat, the man opened his mouth and grazed his teeth slowly up her index finger. When he’d made it to the top, he licked the pad of her trembling digit.
Wowza!
A tremor passed through her body as the air around them became electrified. She arched a fraction closer to him. She was no virgin, but this kind of sexual energy was like a tornado trapped inside a hurricane, and she was walking straight into the storm.
“I’m Soren,” he answered.
Soren.
What a perfect name. It sounded like a movie star or some mega mogul.
She stared into his eyes, mesmerized. She’d seen this man for the first time less than an hour ago. Now, she was cuddled up next to him in a darkened booth. He released her hand, still tingling from his tongue.
“I think you’re a woman who likes to play, Bridget,” he said, that wolfish grin turning carnal.
He slid his hand up her thigh. And, in what could only be described as the polar opposite reaction to what she’d experienced with the creep at the bar, she reveled in his attention. With his warm breath against her skin and the scorching heat radiating off his body, his strong, rough hand lit a path straight to the apex of her thighs. Instinctively, she parted her legs and allowed him access to her most sensitive place as her fantasy became a reality.
She gripped his thigh, needing to anchor herself to this man, to this moment. He rocked his palm against her as his middle finger teased her entrance.
“Soren,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already wet,” he answered in a low growl, his whiskey sandalwood scent driving her wild.
Her nipples tightened into sharp peaks at the low, dirty rumble of his voice. But she wanted more. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. It didn’t matter that they were in a crowded restaurant. It didn’t matter that a waiter could arrive at any second. She was locked in, trapped by wanton attraction, and utterly enthralled with Soren’s seduction.
He smiled, and that sexy wolfish grin sealed her fate. “Bridget,” he