Slightly Sinful by Yvette Hines Page A

faced Les. “She was at Daniel Silverman’s party Saturday.”
    “His sexapalooza event?” Les had gone with him the last time and knew the type of action that went down.
    “You got it.”
    “No shit.” Rubbing his jaw, Les gazed down at the street, silent for a moment, then back at him. “I don’t recall seeing her there the last time. Do you think swinging and free for all fucking is what she’s into?” Les’ blue eyes darkened with concern.
    Les knew how he felt about Delilah and even why he’d set out to hire her company. His best friend knew he was more than slightly interested in Delilah.
    “No.” Roberto buried his hands in his pockets and strolled toward his desk. “If you could have seeing her there. She was a sexy auburn haired fish out of water. Not at all in her element.”
    He recalled coaxing her into the orgy scene and how she’d been standing away from the door looking as if she wanted to run. At the same time, her gaze had strayed frequently to the room and he could clearly see she wanted to experience the room but was too afraid to try it. 
    “Okay, so back to my original question. When are you going to talk to her?” Les crossed the room and now stood on the other side of his desk.
    “Tonight.” Roberto sighed, removed his hands from his pockets and sat down. “She’s royally pissed at me right now and may not even show.”
    “She’ll get over it and she’ll show.”
    Looking up at the man who was like a brother to him, Roberto asked, “What makes you so confident?”
    “If she wasn’t into you, not just sexually, then she would have called foul or went screaming from the room instead of sitting there and letting you do whatever it was you were doing in the media room.”
    He couldn’t bite back the smile as he recalled the warm, wet satin skin of her pussy around his fingers. “Possibly.”
    “Most importantly, once you confess you love her, then—“
    “What!” Roberto slapped his hands on the desk and vaulted up from his seat. “¿En qué demonios has sacado esa idea? ”
    “English, Roberto. “ Les waved his hand in front of him. “You know my Spanish is limited to curse words, female anatomy and little else.”  
    “Where in the hell did you get that idea?” Roberto bit out each word slowly as he eyed his friend across the desk.
    Smiling broadly, Les folded his arms over his chest. “Besides your reaction now?”
    Roberto lifted a single eyebrow, but remained silent.
    “After seeing her once, you became fascinated by her. You had me sending any and all reports about her and her company to you. Anytime she did work for someone we knew you wanted to know. The only thing you didn’t do was have a PI follow her or have me inquire about her private life.”
    He didn’t need that. He’d asked Silverman what he knew about her. Silverman knew Delilah through her friend Pamela who confirmed that Delilah was single and had been that way for awhile, focusing all her attention on expanding her business.
    After lowering his arms, Les said, “Tell me you’re not in love with her and I will believe you.”
    Standing up straight, Roberto looked into his friend’s eyes. The man before him was like one of his brothers, he could not lie to the man. Neither was he ready to confess his feelings, whatever they may be to anyone before he spoke with Delilah.
    “I care about her. Let’s just leave it at that.”
    “You got it.”
    He let out a heavy breath. He had a lot to think about before Delilah arrived at his executive apartment on the top floor. That was too many hours away. There were other things that he needed to take care of before then.
    Settling back into his chair, Roberto said, “I’d like to meet with the board members in an hour.”
    “Anything you'd like them to be prepared to discuss?”
    Leaning back, he stared up at Les. “Yes, my permanent return to the states.”
    “Hot damn!” Les made a fist at his waist with one hand.
    Roberto was thankful the