grandfather said that?” Tiana said in a breathy tone, mesmerized by his voice, his stirring play on the words. “I would have liked to meet him.”
Jordan chuckled. “He was a bit of a scoundrel, I’m afraid. After my grandmother died he really let loose. Like he was trying to sow his wild oats after he was widowed.” He heard her laugh softly, and then he added in a sober tone, “So, what I’m trying to tell you, is that it’s going to be just about you and me. Nothing else matters.”
“Okay,” Tiana heard herself say on a squeak, and then she cleared her throat, saying more composedly, “Of course. I wouldn’t expect it any other way. Strictly business. Exactly.”
He grinned, shook his head at her like she’d missed the point, and then he reached out and covered her hand with his. “Would you like to dance? I seem to remember that being part of the total package.”
Tiana stiffened instantly; she hadn’t expected the gesture; she wasn’t much for public displays, and she wasn’t so good at the “touching” aspects of relating with people, especially strangers. But then…Jordan’s touch was different. It sent erotic waves rolling through her skin and down to that treacherous juncture between her thighs. It made her look at him, and want him. Need him. It was frightening, really. Like from the moment she’d glimpsed his photo on that website, she’d been hooked on him, spellbound. And she couldn’t seem to break herself out of it, and keep things level.
She allowed herself to be coaxed onto the dance floor and pulled close to him. She drew in a deep breath, smelling the musky scent of his aftershave.
“Do you desire me?” he asked softly, gazing into her eyes. “I mean, do you find me attractive, sexually stimulating?”
Tiana swallowed imperceptibly. There was no lying about this, or beating round the bush. “You know I do. You’re a very handsome man as I’m sure you’re well aware.”
He smiled, pleased. “Good. Because I feel the same. And it’s not always like that. For many, it’s just a job. But it’s not that way with you. I can sense that.”
“Thanks…I think,” she said with a nervous laugh, trying not to squirm as his thumb began to brush caressingly over the sensitized skin of her knuckles. Oh my God, I think I’m getting wet just with him stroking my hand, she thought with an inner wail. She really needed to get a serious grip. He was a professional, Tiana had to remind herself. It was part of his skill-set to know how to thrill a woman with his touch, his voice, his words. That was his stock in trade. To make a woman feel wanted.
And yet, here he was telling her it wasn’t just business as usual with her. He was telling her this was different, special.
But then he probably said that to all his clients, that inner voice told her. So Tiana valiantly warned herself to be on her guard, and keep her emotions locked safely away. Tonight was almost over.
Her boss had gone big-eyed in the receiving line when Tiana had introduced Jordan as her date so overall the night had been a raging success. Jordan had definitely been worth every cent.
Mission completed.
Chapter Four
Jordan could feel her going cold on him.
Had he come on too strong? Maybe he’d overdone things with his “intense” attitude. He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing: he was slowly losing the plot here, and he had to step back and ask if he really, really wanted to go through with this.
Tiana was a beautiful, smart woman. And young too, which made it all a great surprise that she was doing this, paying for male companionship. One of the first things she’d done soon after he arrived was to slip an envelope across to him. Inside had been the steep amount of dollars it was “costing” her for his company for the evening. That had been his chance, he knew, to tell her the truth. And there were many more opportunities after that. But he didn’t; he took the money. He sat there,