Page 19 of Untouchable

“I wasn’t sure myself,” she admitted. She was having trouble looking him in the eye, which was strange after the direct way she’d acted with him the day before. “I told you I never do this.”

He leaned forward, holding her eyes intentionally since her flitting gaze was starting to bug him. “So why do this now then?”

She took an odd little breath and looked him square in the eye. “I don’t really know. Just something to try, I guess.”

His smile broadened. “Sounds perfectly reasonable to me.”

“How did you get my number?” she asked after the bartender came over and she ordered red wine.

“I remembered your name from the business card, so I looked you up. Wasn’t that hard.”

“Oh.” Her eyes flickered down and then up again. There was definitely something elusive about her tonight that hadn’t been present yesterday.

It was almost like she was nervous. Women often were around him, but she hadn’t been nervous at all yesterday.

Maybe in the interim she’d found out who he was.

As if in response to the thought, she said, “Are you planning to tell me your name, or is this supposed to be truly anonymous?”

“You don’t already know it?”

“How would I already know it?” She looked a little calmer and was able to hold his gaze without wavering. “You’re not famous, are you?”

“No. I’m a businessman. But some people know who I am.”

“That’s your arrogance talking. I’m not likely to know or be impressed by a random businessman.” She reached over to skate her fingers over his shirtsleeve, which was propped on the bar.Her eyes focused on her fingers and not on his face. “So what is your name?”

“Caleb.”

“Ah. It’s nice to meet you, Caleb.”

She smelled of something light and fresh, and her face looked even more sweet and dewy in the artificial light of the bar. Her body was close to his now, tantalizing in all the little moves she made.

Tension hardened in his neck and his groin as arousal deepened. He wanted her again, and he didn’t want to chat endlessly in some pretense of civility in order to get her.

“So what do you think? Have we done the social thing long enough?”

She blinked, her lips parting slightly in lovely confusion. It took a minute for her to understand what he was asking, but her cheeks darkened when she did. “You move fast, don’t you?”

“I think I proved that yesterday.”

“Well, yeah. I was wondering if it would be different tonight.”

“Why would it be? That’s why you’re here, right? Or were you expecting simple sex to turn into some sort of saccharine romance?” His tone had an edge he hadn’t intended. He was suddenly worried that she was expecting more.

All his interest would die an instant death if he discovered she was after something serious with him.

She made a choking sound and turned her head away briefly. “You’ve got to be kidding. I thought I made that clear yesterday.”

“Sometimes things change from day to day.”

“Not this.”

“Good.” He reached over to slide his finger down a length of deep gold hair that had escaped her braid.

“No touching during the social time.” She teased him lightly, playfully batting his hand away.

He moved his hand back, relaxing into the kind of rivalry they’d enjoyed yesterday in the park. “I thought the social time was over.”