His For The Night (4 page)

“You want to take me to
dinner?” She looked at him in disbelief. “Or is that code word to
ask me if you can have me for dinner?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be
opposed if you’re on offer. I am quite hungry.”

“Pervert!” She laughed
reluctantly. “I am not on offer, no matter what my dress says.” She
laughed. “But you know what? You can buy me a big juicy steak with
a baked potato and a big salad.”

“No drinks or desert?” He
asked seriously with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I thought you’d never
ask.”

“Where shall we
go?”

“If it’s no bother, let’s
just eat in one of the restaurants here. I’m too hungry to drive
around and find another place.”

“Long day?”

“Something like that.” She
groaned.

“Work problems?”

“You could say that – I
have the boss from hell.”

“Well then, that could
definitely pose a problem for you.” He laughed. “Why is he from
hell?”

“He’s just a jackass -
over-demanding, obnoxious. You name it.” She huffed.

“Why don’t you just quit?
You shouldn’t work with someone who treats you like
that.”

“Well, I don’t want to
leave him in the lurch. He really relies on me and my skills. In
fact, I honestly don’t think he could get as much done without me.”
Holly wasn’t quite sure why she lied, but she didn’t want him to
think she was some sort of loser, complaining about a boss she
hadn’t even met yet.

“Sounds like he needs to
give you a raise.”

“Yeah.” She nodded in
agreement. “I’m going to tell him you said that.” She laughed. “But
let’s not talk about work. I’ve only got the weekend off and have
to be in first thing Monday morning. I don’t want to dwell on
it.”

“Sure.” He smiled. “I wish
I had an employee like you. My latest assistant seems to have no
work ethic. I think I’m going to have to fire her.”

“Oh, wow.” Holly looked up
at him in surprise. She wondered what profession he was in to need
an assistant. “What do you do?”

“Business stuff.” He
smiled. “But that’s not important. Let’s go grab a bit to
eat.”

“You have a very healthy
appetite.” He smiled at her as she finished eating her crab cake
appetizer.

“Sorry, I’m really hungry.”
She laughed self-consciously and sipped some of the Merlot he had
ordered for the table. “Are you going to tell me your name? I feel
kind of weird calling you Don Juan.”

“Oh, but I like it.” He
leaned forward. “It tells me that you are thinking lots of sexy
thoughts about me.”

“No, I’m not.” She
blushed.

“Yes, you are, and that’s
okay because I’m doing the same, Vixen.”

“Do you do this a lot?” She
leaned towards him as well and stared into his eyes. “Do you try
and get a different woman for your bed every night?”

“Of course not.” He
laughed.

“So I’m
special?”

“As special as any other
one night stand would be.” His face grew serious. “Make no mistake,
whatever happens is just for fun. I’m not looking for anything
serious.”

“Neither am I.” She
glowered at him. “I don’t even live in Vegas anyway.”

“Where do you
live?”

“I’m not going to tell you,
Don Juan.” She grinned inwardly at his disappointed look. He wanted
to know about her, but he wasn’t willing to share details about
himself. Well, she wasn’t going to be the one doing all the
talking.

“So you like the game?” He
reached over and held his hand in his, tracing his finger around
her palm. “Do you like to play games in bed as well?”

“Wouldn’t you like to
know?”

“You’re very sexy, Vixen.
When I saw you earlier, you looked pretty but a bit of a mess. Now
you look sexy, and I know you’re still a mess, but I want to take
you to my bed and do unthinkable things to you.”

Holly’s face flushed with
embarrassment, anger, and lust. “I’m not a mess.”

“You’ve tripped twice
today, and I’m pretty sure you paid for your room with a credit
card you were unsure was going to go through. I’d say you’re a bit
of a mess.”

“You’re a real judgmental
asshole, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” He grinned. “So,
Vixen, tell me why this week has been so hard for you, aside from
your boss from hell.”

“Well, my
boyfriend…”

“You have a boyfriend?” He
frowned.

“What do you
care?”

“I don’t care. I just don’t
want some guy coming to make trouble.” He bit out. “I’m not
interested in women who are attached.”

“Well, I’m not attached. I
was about to say my boyfriend dumped me.” She looked at him in
shock as he burst out in a huge grin. “What’s so funny about
that?”

“Nothing.” He continued
grinning. “I’m just very happy to hear that there is no boyfriend
to stand in the way of our coupling.”

“I’m standing in the way of
our coupling.” She sat back and drank some more wine. “So sorry
about your luck.”

“Your breasts are
magnificent, did you know that?” He stared at her heaving chest and
licked his lips. “I do love a woman who has ample real breasts and
isn’t afraid to display them.”

“You’re a pervert. I’m not
displaying them. It’s the dress.”

“You choose the dress.” He
chortled. “And a very sexy dress it is.”

“I wore it because it is
fun to dance in.” She sighed. “My friends and I were going to go
dancing.”

“The friends who abandoned
you?”

“They didn’t abandon me,
but yes.” She sighed annoyed. “Let’s talk about something
else.”

“We can go dancing if you
want to after dinner.”

“Thanks, but no, my bed is
calling me.” She smiled impishly. “I’ll be happy to take off this
dress and these shoes and just chillax in bed.”

“Is that an invitation?” He
grinned at her wickedly. “I’ll help you take the dress
off.”

“Look.” She sighed. “I’m
not trying to be a bitch. You’re definitely handsome, and I’m sure
you’re a great lover, but honestly, I’m not going to sleep with
you. You’re wasting your time.”
Please
don’t keep pushing me
she thought. Holly
knew that she wanted this man badly and that if he made a stronger
move on her there was no way that she could keep
resisting.

“Well, I guess that puts me
in my place.” He chortled. “You’ve just won your first point,
Vixen.” He sat back as their main meal was delivered and thanked
the waiter. “So what sort of TV shows are you going to watch
tonight?”

“Friends? Seinfeld?
Whatever’s on.” Holly shrugged. “I wish Mad About You was still on
TV, but no such luck.”

“You watch Mad About You?”
He laughed. “My mother loves that show.”

“Are you comparing me to
your mother?”

“Well, I think that show
appeals to those in her age group.”

“So you’re calling me old
now?”

“Maybe that accounts for
your bad knees and wobbly legs.”

“Maybe.” She laughed,
pleasantly surprised that he could be light and teasing.

“I hope your knees aren’t
too bad though?” He winked at her, and she felt a warm feeling rise
up in her belly.

“Why’s that?” She looked at
him with veiled eyes, almost begging him to say the words. After
the day she’d had, she was eager to go off on someone.

“You need to walk to your
room, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” She frowned and
stared at him. “Look, Don Juan, I don’t have time for your
innuendos either.”

“You seem like you’re
stressed out?”

“That’s none of your
business.” She snapped, annoyed. “But let me guess, you can help
relieve me of your stress?”

“Well…”

“And let me guess, it’s not
your hands that will be helping but your dick?” Holly’s voice rose
and several other patrons in the restaurant looked at her in
shock.

Don Juan stared at her and
burst out laughing. “It seems like you have a lot of pent up
anxiety.”

“And you can fix it?” She
sighed and stared at his face. He was hot. Really hot, she thought
to herself. And maybe he was right. Maybe what she needed was just
one really hot and sexy night. What did she have to lose? She
wasn’t a prude. “So, Don, do you think you have what it takes to
make me forget my worries?”

“Wait, what?” His eyes
looked shocked and she grinned to herself. He had no idea who he
was dealing with. She could give just as good as she
got.

“Are you a good lover?” She
leaned across the table and grabbed his hand and studied it.
“You’re hands aren’t huge, but I guess they aren’t like feet size.
They don’t tell me how big your cock is.”

He looked at her with
amused eyes. “You’ve been waiting for this all night, haven’t
you?”

“No.”

“I bet you chose me from
the moment in the lobby. You figured you’d find the richest
man?”

“You’re rich?” She looked
at him with unimpressed eyes. “Don’t even bother to answer. I don’t
care. I’ve had a bad week, and I’m just looking to get some. Don’t
look so shocked. Isn’t that how men act all the damn
time?”

“You’re not a
man.”

“And that makes a
difference?”

“It shouldn’t, but it
does.”

Holly sighed and reached
under the table to squeeze his leg. “You have one minute to decide
what you want to do.” She ran her fingers up his inseam and
caressed his thigh. “Or are you just talk?”

“I’m not sure you know what
you’re getting yourself into.” He stared at her with a closed
expression. “You don’t want to play games with me,
Vixen.”

“You don’t want to play
games with
me
,
Don Juan.”

“If you’re serious, I want
you to come with me to my room. I have something I want you to
change into.”

“Okay, and?”

“Then we’ll come back
downstairs.”

“I don’t want to hang out
with you. I want to have sex.”

“Don’t you mean you want to
fuck?” He grinned and licked his lips.

“You’re a
pervert.”

“You’re the one massaging
my cock.” His eyes issued her a challenge. “And don’t worry, we’re
not coming downstairs to hang out.”

“Then what are we coming
back down for?” She removed her hand, unable to believe that she
had just felt up a hot stranger under the table.

“You’ll see.” He opened his
wallet and took out three $100 notes and dropped them on the table.
“Are you coming?”

“We didn’t even get
dessert.”

“What are you hungry for?”
His words were low and sultry. Holly felt herself getting wet just
thinking about spending a night with this cocky, arrogant, but
ever-so sexy man. She had an internal struggle that lasted about 30
seconds, and she decided that she was just going to go with the
flow.

“Let’s go.” She jumped up
and walked in front of him. Her heart was beating fast, and she had
no idea what she was doing. But she walked with pep that she hadn’t
had in a while. It was one night. She’d be his for one night, and
then she’d leave. And she’d never think about him again. As she
walked to the elevator, Holly felt her legs wobble, and there was a
string of nerves in her stomach. She stopped and pressed the
button, and Don Juan smiled down at her sardonically before running
his hand down the back of her dress and cupping her ass. She kept
eye contact with him, and both of them stared at each other in
silence until the elevator arrived. They stepped into the elevator,
both excited about what lay ahead for them that night.

Chapter 4

Holly followed the man out
of the elevator slowly. She had half a mind to race back into the
elevator and leave him, but something in her wouldn’t walk away. If
she admitted it to herself, she knew it was her pussy that wouldn’t
let her walk away. She was so horny. It had been so long since
she’d had some good sex. And so what if Don Juan was a jerk? It
wasn’t like she was going to be marrying him. Or even be seeing him
again. She could get hers and leave. Isn’t that what men did to
women all the time? She grinned to herself. She’d play the player.
How’d you like them apples?

“This is my room.” He
paused before opening the door as if to say, this is your last
opportunity to turn around and say no.

“Let’s see it then.” She
followed him into the room and gasped. It looked nothing like hers.
It was huge with big plush leather couches and a king-sized bed
covered in red velvet. “Wow. This is pretty
magnificent.”

“It’s not really my taste.”
He crinkled his nose. “But I’m glad you like it.”

Holly kept her mouth shut
at his words. He was such a pompous ass. She wondered why all hot
guys were such jerks. Life wasn’t fair. She had tried dating an
average guy, and he had sucked in bed and then dumped her. He was
meant to be the reliable one. Men like Don Juan, who were gorgeous
and rich, well, she expected them to be jerks. But the average
guys? She expected them to be better.