Corporate Seduction by A.C. Arthur Page B

suspiciously. “You game?”

6
    Reka turned to face Khalil in the front seat after he’d parked the car. “Now, this is a different type of place than the restaurant, so you need to loosen up a little bit.” She reached for his tie and pulled it from his neck. “Take your coat off.”
    “Reka,” he sighed in confusion. “It’s about twenty degrees outside.”
    She released herself from the confines of the seatbelt and leaned over the console, using her palms to push the heavy leather from his shoulders. “I know it’s cold outside. You can put the coat back on, but you need to get rid of this suit jacket first.”
    Khalil shrugged out of his coat, let her assist him in removing his suit jacket—not that he needed the assistance, but her hands were warm on him, spiking his already growing desire.
    “Relax. We’re going to go inside and get our dance on. Then we’ll go home.”
    She was unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, her fingers skimming his bare chest. He sucked in a gulp of air and counted to ten before releasing it. She seemed really serious about getting him to relax but he doubted she knew just how unrelaxed he was becoming. His sex throbbed between his legs. He slipped his arms back into his leather coat while she pulled a little mirror out of her purse and smeared more lipstick on her lips. It was a simple motion, a task he’d seen performed a million times before. On Reka it added another layer to her complex character. She made a simple act graceful, alluring, enticing. He almost groaned, but instead he opened the door and got out, appreciating the twenty degree coolness a lot more now.
    This time Reka knew to stay seated until he opened her door. He seemed to like opening doors for her, and she wasn’t about to complain. When she stepped out, she surveyed him once more, then led the way into the club.
    The music was loud and, because it was a Saturday night, the club was crowded. After Khalil paid the cover charge, they checked their coats once again and she grabbed his hand and led him toward the bar. It was dark inside, and blue and silver lights bounced off the indigo walls as they made their way through the crowd to find two seats at the end of the bar.
    “We’ll have a drink first,” she told him, then signaled for the bartender. She ordered a rum and Coke for him and a straight martini for herself before facing him again. He looked absolutely edible. When she’d touched his chest in the car, she’d had to keep an extra tight rein on her emotions. Not only was he broad and buff, but rock hard. When she’d helped to remove his coat, he’d stared at her strangely, as if he’d never had a woman undress him before. A bolt of desire had shot between her legs with a direct hit.
    Now he sat stiffly at the bar, as if this were the last place he wanted to be. But turnabout was fair play. Since she’d scrounged enough class to eat at that fancy restaurant without making a fool of herself, he could surely enjoy a few hours of partying. “Don’t you like the music?” she yelled over the thumping bass.
    He did, but hadn’t admitted to liking club music in a really long time. “Yeah, it’s great.” Though his words seemed forced, it wasn’t because he was uncomfortable with the club or the music. He wanted to show her how a woman should be treated on a date but he knew if he were forced to get on that dance floor and hold her closely, all his good intentions would be shot straight to hell. He was having a hard enough time keeping his hands off her as it was. If they danced…
    As he felt her touch his shoulder and run her hand down his arm, he closed his eyes. Did she secretly enjoy torturing him?
    “You okay?” she inquired.
    “I’m cool,” he lied, taking a deep breath and chancing a look at her. Her eyes glittered, and her lips were shiny and enticing—God, he wanted to kiss her. “No appletini tonight?” he asked, desperate to think about something else.
    When her