Bad Boys After Dark:Brett(10)

By: Melissa Foster

Ten minutes later they were laughing in the back of a cab. “I can’t believe you did that! I’d been trying to figure out a way to leave for an hour, but every time I started to, someone would rope me into a conversation. I swear, if I had to watch one more person swish wine around their mouth before swallowing, I would have lost my mind.”

His lips curved up in a lustful grin. “I think you’d better not use words like swallow around me right now.”

“Right now, or ever?”

“How about we say right now.” He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

She tried to move out from under his arm, but he held on tight. “Does this surprise have anything to do with us being naked?”

“Oh, baby, you know how to make me crazy.”

“No. I just know what you’re really like.”

“Do you?” His expression turned serious. “Why don’t you tell me what I’m really like?”

“Seriously?” She stared out the window at the passing lights of the city, turning over responses in her mind. It was Saturday night. Shouldn’t he have moved on to a sure thing by now?


He curled his hand around her shoulder, and when she turned toward him, he was right there, as close as he’d been last night when they were dancing. His breath carried the faint scent of spearmint, and she had the urge to taste it. She really needed to get over this infatuation before she got herself in trouble.

He raised his brows expectantly, and she realized he was still waiting for an answer.

“Okay, fine. What are you like? You’re funny, smart, you love your family, and you are hotter than any man I’ve ever known.” The words fell fast and easy from her lips, but they were the truth, and she didn’t want to take them back.

“I think I misjudged you,” he said indulgently. “You’ve got an excellent handle on me.”

“I wasn’t finished,” she said, as much to herself as to him, because the way he’d danced with her last night, and swooped in tonight and saved her, made her heart take note, and that was not a good thing. It was dangerous, because if he’d pushed last night, she was pretty sure she would have finally given in. And then this morning would have brought a whole different type of worrying.

She forced that realization aside and said, “You’re all those things, which makes you very tempting, but you’re also arrogant, a shameless flirt, and you collect one-night stands like other people collect stamps or baseball cards.”

He winced. “Stamps or baseball cards?”

“It was the only thing I could think of under pressure.” She smiled, thinking she saw a flash of sorrow in his eyes, but that might have been wishful thinking, because when she looked closer, it was gone. “The truth is, you’re a great guy in many ways, and I’ve been into you for a long time. But we’re on opposite ends of the life-goal spectrum. Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t ever want to feel like I need to compete for someone’s affection. I still hold out hope that one day I’ll meet a special man who wants the same things as I do.”

He reached up and caressed her cheek. “And what do you want, Soph?”

She sighed at the intimate touch. It would be so much easier if he wore dark sunglasses so she didn’t have to see that look in his eyes. The one that told her he really wanted to hear her answers.

“I want all the things you don’t. Marriage, babies, to look in to the same man’s eyes for all my years and know I’ll love him more with every passing second. And that those feelings will be reciprocated, no matter what temptations come his way.”

“You deserve all those things.” The honesty in his eyes had her anxiously awaiting his next words. His gaze moved slowly over her face, lingering on her mouth. “But before you settle for any man”—he brushed his thumb over her lower lip—“it’s only right that you experience the best man, the only man, who can exceed your darkest fantasies and pleasure you so thoroughly, you’ll hear my voice in the wind, feel my touch when we’re miles apart.”