Sex, Lies and Midnight. Tawny WeberЧитать онлайн книгу.
caught the message. Her vamp smile dimmed a notch, then she nodded before leading Dave away. As they entered the room, though, Maya saw the other woman’s hand slip over Dave’s ass.
She should be jealous. Pissed, even. But she wasn’t. Why not? He was a nice guy. And he fit perfectly into her average life. Her nice, average boyfriend. Someone to ease her loneliness. Maya sighed, wishing the cool night air would clear her head of all the confusing thoughts.
She stood to walk toward the balcony wall and get a better view of the Golden Gate, but accidentally knocked her water bottle off the table as she rose.
It spun across the outdoor carpet toward the shadows. She hurried over to grab it just as it rolled to a stop at a pair of feet clad in high-end cowboy boots.
Maya sighed. A cowboy in California? Oh, please.
Keeping her eye roll to herself, she stopped a foot away and checked out the rest of the wild west show. Her mental sneer shifted as her gaze climbed up long, long jeans-clad legs, a leather belt around a narrow waist and a chest that begged to be nuzzled. The collar of a dark green shirt was opened, his jacket looked pricey and… she let her gaze finish the climb.
And felt the earth shift just a little.
Oh, baby, he was gorgeous.
A square jaw and slashing cheekbones were the perfect frame for a face that could sell magazines, cars and women’s souls. Long-lashed eyes echoed the green of his shirt, his lips were kissably full and the only thing keeping him from being a pretty boy was a scar, high on his cheekbone.
One side of his mouth quirked in amusement at her inspection as he bent down to grab the bottle.
“Yours?” he asked, his voice declaring his right to wear those thousand-dollar cowboy boots. Cultured, rich and definitely Southern.
“Thank you,” Maya murmured, taking the water. Her brow knit. “Have we met?”
Her face heated and wished she could take back the words. Oh, man, what a cliché. She’d have done just as well to offer to strip him naked and dance around his body like a stripper’s pole.
Since she couldn’t erase the words, instead she gave a short laugh and shook her head. “I know, it sounds like a cheesy pickup line. But I swear, I’ve seen you before.”
Gifted with a near-photographic memory, she never forgot numbers and she never forgot a face. The former made her a prized assistant among the investment bankers in her department. The latter kept her past from tripping her up.
The problem was, she couldn’t remember exactly who he was. She’d seen him a few times around Braverment events, so he must work for the company in some form or another. Probably one of their out-of-state branches.
“I’d remember if we had,” he returned with a smile that did wicked things to her libido.
“My mistake,” she excused, irritated to hear how breathless the words sounded. She cleared her throat and plastered on her brightest smile. “Are you with Braverment?”
“No. Old man Braverment is a friend of the family and he suggested I drop in. I’m actually here looking for capital. A few investors interested in a new app platform to integrate social media.” He flashed her a smile so wicked with charisma she figured he raked in investments like crazy.
Amazing. Even boring investment talk sounded sexy in that delicious accent. Pretending her knees weren’t wobbling, she asked, “Are you enjoying the party?”
“I appreciate the view,” he returned. His voice was as sexy as his face. Husky and low, making her think of magnolia blossoms and mint juleps, silk sheets and naked bodies. Maya wished it were a little cooler on the patio, since her body was feeling very, very hot.
He nodded toward the doors leading to the Christmas festivities, and asked, “How about you? Are you having a good time?”
The tiny hairs on the back of Maya’s neck stood up. She didn’t know why. Other than being way too sexy for his own good, he shouldn’t make her feel threatened. Should he? She’d seen him before so he was legit, and he was gorgeous.
It was probably the gorgeous part that was setting off her warning signals. To say nothing of making her body go into sexual hyperdrive.
Once or twice, she’d thought she could have her cake and eat it, too. That she could be average and still give in to the wild, passionate side of her nature. But she’d been burned, badly. So she avoided all guys who tripped her passion meter. It’d only been a few months ago that she’d even felt safe dating a mellow, safe guy like Dave.
But this guy would not only trip the meter, he’d send it spinning out of control. Because he’d demand everything. He’d plumb the depths of passion, he’d discover untapped levels of sensuality that Maya was pretty sure were hiding beneath the surface. He had the potential to drive her straight over the edge to crazy.
But average girls who didn’t like to attract attention didn’t do crazy.
“I am enjoying the party, thanks,” she responded, shifting her tone from friendly to distant. Then she gestured toward the door. “And I should be getting back to the dance floor. They’re playing my favorite song.”
“Merry Christmas,” he called as she walked away.
Maya glanced back. Yes, his eyes were glued to her. She swallowed hard, then offered a quick smile. “Merry merry to you, too,” she said.
Whew. She bypassed the dance floor to find the ladies’ room instead. She needed cold water. Or better yet, an ice bath.
“IT WAS A GREAT EVENING, Dave, thanks so much for going to the party with me,” Maya said.
“We don’t have to end the fun yet,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down her arms in a gentle caress. “I’m still in the party mood.”
To prove his point, he zoomed in with an enthusiastic kiss. Maya sighed, leaning in to enjoy herself. This was nice, she realized. But—she pulled away with a sigh—not exciting.
What was wrong with her?
“I’d invite you in, but my roommate is waiting up,” she excused.
With that, and a quick little finger wave, she slipped through her front door, threw the lock and leaned back against it with a heavy sigh. “I hate dating.”
“It is a necessary evil,” Tiffany declared, looking all comfy in her Snuggie on the couch. Her engagement ring flashed bright in the light of the TV, declaring that while she respected the dating evil, it wasn’t a game she had to play any longer.
Which was just one of the many reasons Maya had chosen her as a roommate. She was sweet and fun and tidy. She was totally involved in her own life, so didn’t have a lot of spare time to poke into Maya’s. And best of all, she was temporary, without that being an apparent requirement.
She was also Maya’s fifth roommate in the three years she’d owned the sweet Victorian here in San Francisco. The few people at Braverment who knew her well enough to be aware of her living arrangements teased her about her bad luck with roommate turnover. Maya always played up her faux despair, secretly thrilled at how well it all worked in her favor. After all, she hated living alone, but knew that a real long-term roommate would mean an element of intimacy she couldn’t handle.
So, like everything else in her life, she kept her shared-living arrangements short and sweet. And more importantly, totally superficial.
“How was your night?” Maya asked as she shrugged out of her black velvet opera coat and hung it in the hall armoire. “TV, ice cream and a stack of bridal magazines? It looks like a good time to me.”
“Throw in a honey-oatmeal facial and call me a wild woman,” Tiffany joked.
Maya grinned, bending down to pry her darling strappy sandals off her dance-swollen feet. “You are one crazy gal.”
“You