A Deceptive Attraction: The Wilsons, Book 3 by Alicia Roberts Page A

What’s your phone number?”
    Violet looked directly at him. “Go back to your pig parlor and get yourself cleaned up,” she said coldly. She got up from the table and headed for the ladies room.
    Back at the table she found Leon standing near their table and scanning the ballroom. “Where have you been?” he asked.
    Violet was annoyed with him for reasons too numerous to count at the moment. “The little girls’ room.” She took a deep breath. “You’d better keep a closer eye on your wing man before he gets both of you in hot water.”
    “I’m sorry about Hugh,” Leon said, but didn’t elaborate.
    Violet’s mind was spinning with the implications of what Hugh had just told her, but she was in no shape to sort them out right away.
    “Leon, anytime you want to leave is fine with me,” she said.
    Leon took out his phone. “I’ll have the car brought up immediately.”
    He put his arm around her shoulder on the ride back to the hotel. Violet’s first instinct was to move closer to him and enjoy the warmth of his embrace, but she ordered herself not to.
    Hugh had ruined the evening, no two ways about that. If only that were all he had ruined. In one devastating sentence, he had torn Violet’s trust in Leon into a million little pieces. Things between them could never be the same.
    “Mon cherie,” she heard Leon whisper in her ear, tightening his arm around her. His deep, rich voice with its French accent still set her body on fire, but her mind was now detached. Violet felt paralyzed.
    She had a decision to make. If she did nothing, the town car would drop them off at the hotel. Leon would escort her up to the suite, take her hand, and lead her into the master bedroom. He would kiss her. Her black velvet dress would come off over her head, leaving her wearing only the lacy black bra and panties she wore beneath it. Leon would strip them from her, and she would step out of her high heels as he removed his tux. His erection would be hard even before he undressed. Violet felt a flash of desire stream through her own sex at the thought of his.
    Or she could part from him at the curb in front of the hotel, hail a cab, go home to her empty apartment, and never see him again.
    Neither choice would change the facts one bit. It was what it was.
    Violet put her head on Leon’s shoulder and let him kiss her. Just for tonight, she thought, I’ll pretend nothing bad has happened.
     
     

Chapter 12
     
    “I don’t understand, Violet,” Leon said. “I am so sorry that Hugh was rude to you last night. I should have stayed closer to you and kept him away.”
    He paced back and forth, bare-chested in Violet’s private room in the suite, wearing only the low-slung blue jeans he had quickly put on when he opened his eyes and saw her already dressed and quietly exiting through the door of the master bedroom.
    Again he had the sudden urge for a cigarette.
    “That isn’t the problem, Leon,” Violet said, throwing her things into her two big wheeled suitcases. “I know how to deal with men like Hugh. I’ve been dealing with them my entire life.”
    She packed the black velvet dress she had worn yesterday evening into a garment bag and zipped it up. Leon shuddered as he remembered last night, when he had slipped that same dress up over her head so he could drink in the sight of her creamy skin. Underneath the dress she had worn a lacy black bra and panties. When he recalled the sight of her, standing nearly nude before him in her high heels, he felt a shock of pain and pleasure in his groin.
    “The problem,” Violet continued,” is that I don’t know how to deal with a man like you.” She zipped both suitcases and fastened their straps.
    “And what kind of man is that?” Leon inquired, stepping closer to her.
    “A man who lies to make himself seem like a saint .”
    “Violet, don’t go.” Leon caught her wrist in his hand. She tried to jerk it away, but he held on tightly.
    “Let go of me,” Violet said