me.”
Unexpectedly, Sean reached out and skimmed the pad of his thumb along her jaw, then trailed his fingers along her bare neck in a sensual caress. “No, lucky me, ” he murmured huskily.
A delicious shiver coursed through Zoe. The feel of his long, strong fingers against her skin awakened her feminine senses, and her awareness of him as a man didn’t stop there.
With his dark hair, striking blue eyes, and chiseled features, most likely a gift from his Irish heritage, he literally took her breath away. Add to the mix a pair of wide, strong shoulders and the promise of a hard, toned body beneath the fitted charcoal gray blazer he wore, and he’d attracted his fair share of appreciative female glances as he and Zoe had walked through the upscale restaurant.
It was truly a sin for a man to look so devastatingly handsome. To be so tempting and self-assured. Unfortunately, between his stunning good looks, flirtatious personality, and effortless ability to make her feel high with desire with just a look or touch, the man had “heartbreaker” written all over him.
He was exactly the kind of guy she avoided, the kind who’d rather play around than settle down. Having been down that route before, she recognized those bold, charismatic traits of his, and while she’d promised herself over a year and a half ago that she’d steer clear of potential playboys, for tonight Sean provided a nice, temporary distraction she was determined to enjoy.
She was certain that once she made a decision between the Onyx and Caesars Palace for her boutique, they’d go their separate ways. After all, he’d been the one to say to her that this was just a dinner, not a lifetime commitment, and that worked perfectly for her.
Tomorrow, and the things weighing heavily on her mind, would come soon enough. She’d left another voicemail message for her father on his cell phone and even talked to his secretary, Sheila, who’d told Zoe she’d spoken briefly to Grant a few times, but that he was in the middle of intense contract negotiations and was incredibly busy.
While not hearing from her father wasn’t unusual when he was on a business trip, Zoe was still feeling unsettled by what had happened at The Forum Shops two days ago. Hearing something, anything, from her father would go a long way in reassuring her that everything was okay.
Their waiter came up to their table and introduced himself, bringing Zoe’s thoughts back to the present. After the waiter made a few recommendations, she made a quick decision on her meal; then Sean ordered his dinner and an expensive bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Their wine was delivered and poured, and once their server left and they were alone again Sean leaned toward her, the sandalwood scent of his cologne adding to the awareness already curling through her.
His dark gaze took in her features, then slowly drifted down along her exposed shoulders to the coral-hued dress she wore. “By the way, you look amazing tonight. Then again, I have a feeling you always look put-together.”
She crossed her legs beneath the table and smiled at the compliment. “As someone who works in the fashion industry, I try to represent my name and designs in how I dress and look when I’m out in public. It’s like being my own walking advertisement, if that make sense.”
“It does.” He picked up the long trio of tiered necklaces draped around her neck, the back of his hand lightly grazing the rise of her breast as he fingered the chain of glittering, colorful crystals. “Is this necklace part of one of your collections?”
“Yes.” If he’d noticed the peak of her nipples against the fabric of her dress due to the brush of his hand, he was enough of a gentleman not to show it. “The bracelet and earrings, too.”
“Very nice.” Finally releasing the Eye Candy necklaces, he reached for his glass of Cabernet, relaxed back in his chair, and took a drink. “Tell me about your business.”
She picked up her