Even so, that didn’t mean this wasn’t a game for Brian Connolly. Brian was like the bullies she’d known most of her life. They sensed her vulnerabilities and while they couldn’t figure out the source of her tension, they toyed with her until she wanted to run away and hide.
Her quiet demeanor and her ability to blend in to a crowd didn’t always protect Samaire. But this time, she wasn’t going to hide. She was going to show her level of expertise even though it would also demonstrate what she couldn’t do.
Well, that was a risk she needed to take. Samaire had to prove to the Brian Connollys of the world that her methods and style were just as valuable as theirs.
“Sam, we have to do this my way. It’s faster. Easier. 100% success guaranteed.”
“I approve of the shirt.” His fingers stroked the lace.“It looks like you’re not wearing anything underneath. It’s very distracting.”“I think that was the general idea. There’s a thin lining underneath that matches my skin tone.” But with his large hands against her spine, it felt as if there was no barrier between his skin and hers.“Next time go for a brighter color so you stand out more,” Dominic suggested as his hand slid down her spine. “How long have you been at the party?”“I just got here.” She sounded breathless as her heart pounded against her chest.“Perfect.” He bent his head and Samaire closed her eyes. He was so close and she wanted to curl into him. She shivered as he whispered in her ear.“So, this is what you need to do. First, relax. This is a party, Sam.” How could she relax when she was wrapped in Dominic’s arms? The man of her hottest fantasies surrounded her. Her hands were tied behind his neck and she was tempt
Dominic found Samaire on the other side of the bonfire. Her eyes widened when she saw him striding toward her and her spine stiffened. She immediately headed to the parking lot but he caught up with her.“Why did you walk away after the dance?” Dominic asked. He looked over his shoulder but no one was around. The light from the bonfire didn’t quite reach them, and they were safe from prying eyes.“The song was over, Dom. Why are you following me?” Because he couldn’t stop himself. He was always aware of where Samaire was, who she was with and what she was doing. Until tonight he’d thought it was because he’d assigned himself to watch over her, but now he wasn’t so sure his motives had been that noble.“Everything was going great…” he said. “Marshall’s eyes bugged out and he’s probably going to make a move on you.” She wrinkled her nose.“This isn’t my goal.”“You want to create a persona. I thought we were doing that. Did you change your mind?”
What did she think about Dominic wooing her? Seducing her? Her heart fluttered against her chest. She would be living out her fantasy. For a whole week! Samaire tried to keep a thoughtful expression as excitement pulsed inside her. Who cared if it was pretend? She couldn’t appear too eager as she accepted his idea. There had to be a problem with this plan but Samaire was willing to take the risk. She wanted to know what it was like to be with Dominic. Samaire understood that if he truly was in lust with her it wouldn’t last. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could keep his attention. In fact, no woman was. But this way she could enjoy the experience and there wouldn’t be any long-term awkwardness once their ‘fling’ fizzled out.“Are you sure you want
He shouldn’t have kissed her. And he shouldn’t think about it anymore, Dominic decided as he walked to Samaire’s apartment the next evening. Eagerness pulsed through him and Dominic tried to will it away. He gave an irritable sigh. He needed to focus on his job tonight. He also needed to complete this favor for Samaire without adding any complications. But if Dominic had to describe Samaire Grainger, he would only use one word: complicated. She made his job easier but the woman was difficult and stubborn as a rock. Samaire argued with him over the tiniest detail with no provocation. She questioned everything from his plans for Cedar Creek Wine Cellars to his enthusiasm. And being questioned wasn’t something Dominic was used to or liked.
Dominic forced his attention back to the whiteboard.“Why do you need to work like this? You don’t have to do everything step-by-step in chronological order. I’m sure we could knock off a few steps.” Samaire rushed over to the board, her arms outstretched to block him.“Don’t touch a thing, Dominic. Please! This is a system that I’ve perfected over the years. It’s working for me and this is all that matters.” It was tempting to tease her and pretend to erase the board with the sweep of his arm but it was obvious how protective she was of her work. Almost in an aggressive way…“You don’t always need a system. Take last night… We improvised and it worked out perfectly fine.”“Just because it worked once doesn’t
“Okay, Sam… I’m waiting,” Dominic said a couple of moments later. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and one ankle hooked over the other. His smile was wide and crooked. His eyes twinkled, daring her to make a move and knowing she wouldn’t.“Shut up, Dom! I’m thinking,” Samaire whispered as she glared at him. She looked around the room for inspiration. The small bathroom had white walls and a black-and-white-checkered tile floor. Her gaze rested on the towels that sat on the porcelain sink. She had no idea what to do next.“Shouldn’t we be making noises?” he asked as he checked his watch. “You know… Moans? Groans? Whispers? Bump rhythmically against the door?” Samaire marched over to him.
All of Dominic’s senses were on high alert as he drove Samaire home from the charity event. He was aware of the faint scent of her unique perfume and Dominic licked his lips as he recalled how her skin tasted. Dominic was tempted to turn on the radio to cut through the thick silence between them. He kept glancing at her, remembering the softness of her hair and the fullness of her sweet, sensual mouth. What happened between them in the bathroom had been hot and wild. Her touch had made him rock hard and he was still in agony. Why had Samaire kissed him with such passion? He wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer. Was she just curious how it would be between them? Because he damn sure was. But he also knew Samaire. She wouldn’t reach out unless she had all the data to weigh the pros and cons. And even then, she would hold back if she wasn’t completely certain. Had she kissed him because she had committed to the role she was playing? That w
“It wasn’t that simple.”“Why not? Were they looking for something else?” she asked. “Did you find out what they wanted so you could meet their requirements?”“God, Samaire! Breathe, will you?!” he said holding up his hand for her to stop. “Where are all these questions coming from?”“I’m just curious, that’s all… What did you do when you were rejected?” Samaire asked again.“Well, there was nothing I could do. Sometimes you have no control over these decisions. I simply moved on.” She narrowed her eyes as if she was trying to understand.“You were told ‘no’ and you ‘moved on’? To me, it seems this was very important to you…”“It was.” Dominic gritted his teeth as he turned the car into her apartment complex. It had been so important that he had battled hard with his family to even apply to the culinary school. He had gone to the university they’d chosen, but after that, he wanted to try something else. In the end, they’d reluctantly supported him but off