it?â
Julia had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Kelvin was trying not to appear shocked, but failing miserably. He looked from Dane to her and back to Dane again. âYeah, I wanna hear about it. Iâm all ears.â
As Dane filled in Kelvin on the details, Julia sipped her water and let her eyes feast on Dane. He was, without question, one of the best-looking men sheâd ever seen. His dark curly hair was just shy of being unruly, and they were such deep, perfect curls that she had the urge to poke her finger through each one, slowly and deliciously. He had to be over six feet tall, probably six-one. A tight, lean body that looked damn fine in his deceivingly simple light blue button-down shirt and tan slacks.
And that face. She couldnât help but stare. Strong, square jaw, full lips she could nibble on for hours . . . and his eyes were truly beautiful. Sheâd rarely seen eyes that shade of blue, a brilliant blue that seemed to glow. They were lit with good humor, as if he had a secret he was dying to let you in on. This was a man who viewed the world as his playground, she could just tell. And for all she knew, it probably was.
She and Dane reached for their drinks at the same time and their hands brushed. The contact made a shiver run through her. Did he have to be so damn hot? She gulped more water.
So, she thought , letâs list all the bullet points . Movie-star handsome, and just as charismatic. He was also bright, articulate, and so charming that she bet he wrapped people around his finger wherever he went. And, apparently, filthy rich and successful. Definitely rich enough to offer her a hundred thousand dollars to sing at his hotel without blinking an eye. That helped explain the air of power and self-assurance that surrounded him like a cloak. The whole combination was as sexy as sexy got. She wanted to climb him like a mountain.
In short, Dane Harrison was dangerous.
Every fiber in her body warned her to steer clear of him, even as those same fibers were filled with lust at just being near him. Yup. Danger of the worst kind.
And heâd be her boss ? Holy crap. Dirty thoughts involving your boss were an instant recipe for disaster. Any dumbass knew that. But . . .
Should she do it? Should she quit her job and give this crazy idea a try?
âJulia.â Kelvinâs insistent tone broke her from her thoughts. âCan I talk with you for a few minutes before we get back on? We do have to finish up.â
âOf course,â she murmured, still feeling like she was in a bit of a trance. She blinked a few times and finished the glass of water.
âIâll stay for your last set,â Dane said to her. âAfterward, can we talk some more about this? Iâll wait. Iâm not leaving here tonight without an answer, one way or the other.â
âDemanding, arenât you. Iâll keep that in mind as I think this over.â She rose to her feet, her large breasts accidentally brushing against his arm. A stab of heat seared through her, her nipples peaking instantly. Color flooded her cheeks as her eyes flew to his. He was already staring at her, the intensity in his blue, blue eyes almost startling. âSorry,â she murmured. âTight quarters here.â
âNothing to be sorry for,â he said. His eyes held hers for an intense second, pure electricity, before he moved back to let her pass easily. âItâs been a pleasure talking with you, Julia. Iâll be interested in hearing what you have to say when youâre done singing. Iâll wait for you at my table.â He shook her hand again and the feel of his skin against hers brought another lick of desire. All of her girly parts were doing a little dance. He smiled genially, then shook Kelvinâs hand before they walked back toward the dressing room.
Kelvin was silent until they reached the room and heâd locked the door. Then he spun around and exclaimed,