temptation would give her the upper hand. Besides, he said he’d take her to any restaurant she wanted, and she’d picked the crème de la crème: Li Q’ur ri Franque. She had no intention of appearing anything less than stunning. She also couldn’t wait to see how Krux planned to get them in without a reservation.
Arriving at her doorstep, she walked inside and got cleaned up before entering her closet. She’d recently purchased a new cocktail dress—a shimmering aqua piece with only a single shoulder strap and a hem that hit mid-thigh. Donning some lacy panties, she slipped the dress on and decided she looked damn good for a woman her age. Her regular workouts paid off, which was why she looked forward to her martial arts lesson with Xindra tomorrow afternoon.
Katra returned to the bathroom to brush some bronze glitter over her cheeks and tint her lips. Since her skin wasn’t quite as tight as it used to be, she perked up her eyes with some liner and shadow before blowing her reflection a saucy kiss. A pair of strappy heels completed her ensemble, and she glanced at the time again to see the hour had arrived.
Although the house remained silent, undisturbed by her door chime, she doubted Krux would run late. That man controlled everything down to the last detail, including his busy schedule. Sure enough, when she peeped outside through the security screen, there he was, leaning against the gate of her entryway. It was juvenile of her, but she stalled for an extra minute, letting him sweat as she checked her hair and makeup in the foyer mirror one more time. No sense making this too easy for him.
With a deep breath and confident smile, Katra opened the door and strode out to greet him. He straightened away from the gate as soon as he saw her and gifted her with a full body view. The man was well over six feet and packed with muscle, and his extra arms only added to his bulk. In another time, she could have pictured him dressed in leather and fur, conquering territory and slaying the beasts of a savage planet. In this day and age, he was cloaked in the civil image of a businessman in his fine suit and glossy shoes, but that didn’t make him any less dangerous.
Eyeing him from head to toe, she kept her expression purposefully indifferent. “It’s so nice to finally see you dressed up.”
“Obsessed with my appearance?” He gave her the same once-over, only he didn’t try to hide the heat in his eyes. “I understand the feeling, Katra. That dress gives me all sorts of ideas. You look absolutely stunning.”
She should have been annoyed that he’d had such a pithy rejoinder. Instead, she flushed with pleasure at the compliment. All women liked to hear that men found them attractive. Since she’d crossed the threshold of forty, she’d found she desired the ego-boost even more. It had been a long time since she’d gone out with a man simply for pleasure, not business.
Krux offered her one of his arms to lead her to his vehicle. He opened the door and handed her into the passenger seat. “Have you decided where you’d like to go for dinner?”
As she settled on the plush cushion, she looked up at him and knew her eyes must be twinkling mischievously. She threw down the gauntlet. “Li Q’ur ri Franque. Think you can manage that?”
“Of course.” To her surprise, he didn’t even hesitate.
Katra’s smile faltered when he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. He sounded far too sure of himself.
*
Krux tried to conceal his victorious grin as he drove to the restaurant and escorted Katra to the front door. His triumph was two-fold. Despite the nervous doubts that had crept up on him while he’d waited outside for her, she’d come out and accepted his invitation. That meant he’d be enjoying her company and her body tonight, which was enough to make any man feel smug. Added to this was the fact that he’d outwitted her. He knew her well enough to expect she’d try to