If You Dare by Liz Lee Page B

moment.
    “Damn I hate reservations.” His words resonated through the small space.
    “Me too.” She agreed with a breathless whisper as he dropped his hand from the stop button on the elevator and turned her to face the front.
    For the life of her, she couldn’t make her legs work.
    When the doors opened to let a middle aged couple on the elevator she felt her cheeks burn. What if they knew?
    But when the man made a comment about calling the repairman, Joe agreed that it might be a good idea.
    And then he pulled her next to his side and slid his fingers over her bare arms to the same slow tempo he’d used only moments before when he’d nearly brought her to orgasm.
    Her plan had backfired and then some. Cordelia figured she’d have to write a few articles of her own on the dangers of pantyless proclamations.
    They might be guaranteed to drive him wild, but they sure as heck played games with her. She closed her eyes and envisioned the headline screaming across a glossy page: Proceed With Caution and other tales from frustrated women.
    Ugh!  
    When they reached the bottom floor, Cordelia could barely move. Her attempt at discombobulating him had her feeling like putty in his hands.
    Literally.
    He was still completely in control.
    She closed her eyes and remembered the way he’d seared her with a look in the mirror. Remembered the way he’d felt behind her. Hard. Ready.  
    Before the night was over, she’d have him that way again.
    That’s exactly what she was thinking when she stepped through the door he opened and into the stifling heat of a Vegas summer evening only to see a black stretch limo complete with chauffer standing next to it.
    A chauffer who called Joe, Mr. Sterling and said crazy things like, “very good, sir.”
    Good Lord, the man had a limo. And she was trying to play small town seduction games with the old I’m-not-wearing-any-panties trick.  
    Seeing the black tuxedoed chauffer did it. Okay, maybe the fully stocked mini bar helped. And the way Joe climbed in behind her and let his fingers brush softly over her bare arm simply cemented the deal.
    All games were done. She simply could not continue pretending to be someone she wasn’t. She could not be the worldly woman who road around in dream cars, attempted elevator sex and engaged in steamy bathtub scenes without comment. She just couldn’t do it any more.
    “Oh my God! I cannot believe I’m in a limo with you. This is incredible.”
    “In a limo, drinking champagne.” Joe held out a crystal glass and she took it still feeling more than a little dumbfounded.
    “How?” Cordelia sipped her champagne and tried not to wrinkle her nose. She really hated champagne unless it was mixed with peach juice or orange juice.
    But she couldn’t very well turn him down.
    He shrugged at her question. “I made a few calls, found out the car was available tonight. We use it to impress clients.”
    At least it wasn’t his. Not really anyway. But still, Jeeze. “I bet it makes a heck of an impression.”
    He laughed and then settled back against the seat pulling her with him. “I wanted to impress you.”
    Oh Lord. The way he said those words left her feeling a little breathless.
    “Well, you did.”
    He took her still full glass and set it on a counter across from him. “I wanted to make this night incredible. Unforgettable.”
    He was so damn cute, so serious. The prefect vacation fling.  
    She had to keep that in mind first and foremost. This wasn’t real. She was going home to her cat, her garden, her volunteer work. “You pretty much took care of unforgettable back in the elevator.”
    Yep. If he was looking for unforgettable that single moment, when he’d said the words come here, pretty much took care of that. Hell, who was she kidding? He’d hit unforgettable when he’d walked through the bathroom door last night. But she wanted more. She really wanted more. Because these unforgettable moments had to last.
    As if reading her