about Wednesday evening?” he asked, wanting to get a firm promise from her. When she agreed, he added, “And no pressure to talk business, unless you want to. I’ll make reservations and give you a call with the time and place.”
“I look forward to it.” She extended her hand in a too-formal, all-businesslike good-bye.
“Me, too.” He enveloped her hand in his and deliberately stroked his thumb along her soft skin in a slow, sensual caress. He heard her slight intake of breath and knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Oh yeah. It was just a matter of time before she was putty in his hands. Soft, warm, and willing to spill all the secrets that would lead him straight to finding Grant Russo and sending him to jail.
Chapter Two
So, what do you think?” Jessica asked.
Zoe settled into the back of the Town Car beside her friend, her mind already turning over all the creative possibilities of leasing the boutique at the Onyx. In comparison to the other places she’d looked at, the impressive square footage of the store was a designer’s dream come true, and would allow for strategic and optimal placement of her accessories without overcrowding.
“The store is ideal,” Zoe said as their driver pulled away from the hotel and gradually made his way toward the gridlock of Las Vegas Boulevard. “It’s open and spacious, with plenty of room for me to grow and expand, which is essential. And the monthly rent is well within my budget. That’s a big plus, since we’d like to make a profit at some point.” We being her and Jessica, since Zoe’s friend was her one and only silent investor.
“But, before I get too excited about the spot, I’ll have to see what my lawyer has to say about the Onyx’s contract and lease terms.”
“Yes, I agree with everything you just said,” Jessica replied with a patient smile. “But I was referring to the hunky Mr. O’Brien, not the boutique.”
Zoe laughed and shook her head, not at all surprised by her friend’s comment. “Of course you were.”
Jessica turned in her seat toward Zoe, her green eyes bright and engaging. “So do tell, what do you think of him ?”
The words tempting, sexy, and heart-stoppingly seductive immediately sprang to mind. Oh yeah, the man seemed to have the natural ability to make her feel weak in the knees. Between the slight dimples in his cheeks when he grinned, the deep timbre of his voice, and the hint of a bad-boy twinkle in his dark blue eyes, he was downright irresistible. He exuded male confidence, and she had a strong feeling Sean O’Brien was well aware of his effect on the opposite sex.
“He’s quite…”
“Delicious?” Jessica supplied before Zoe could find the right word to describe the man.
“Charismatic,” Zoe replied with a smile, though delicious definitely applied. “And I really didn’t need you meddling the way you did.”
“Yes, you did,” her friend insisted. “You’ve been working so damn hard this past year, and I know for a fact that you haven’t so much as gone out on a date with anyone. I just wanted to be sure you didn’t pass up a prime opportunity, considering there was a mutual attraction going on between you two.”
Zoe arched a brow. “Did it ever occur to you that my single status is by choice?”
“Who says you can’t be single and enjoy a night out with a gorgeous and supremely hot guy?” Jessica countered as she twined an errant auburn curl around her index finger. “And maybe more, if you’re lucky.”
“I’m not looking to get lucky.” Despite Sean’s hotness factor, Zoe had never been a one-night-stand kind of girl, and she didn’t do casual affairs, either. In this day and age of hooking up and friends with benefits, she sometimes felt like an anomaly in wanting to cultivate some kind of emotional attachment with a man before sleeping with him.
Straitlaced and old-fashioned , her ex-fiancé, Ian Croft, had called her, even after they’d been intimate and