problem was, she’d be gone tomorrow. Gone, with no intention of coming back to a city she loathed. It was tonight or never. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s head back to the car. If you still feel like a drink, there’s a bar along the way.”
She limped toward him and then reached for his arm. “Do you mind?”
He lifted his elbow, and she slipped her arm in his and the subtle scent of roses reached him. Heat from her body wrapped around him like steam from a sauna. She leaned toward him and her breast brushed his arm.
“You don’t have to walk that slowly,” she said, her warm breath close to his ear, and he realized that he’d practically stopped.
Few people milled around them. Although the casino was somewhat busy, it was a weeknight and very little activity extended as far as the beach area and the wedding chapel. Even the string of restaurants that led the way had largely emptied out.
He took a deep breath, her scent filling his nostrils, and then he steered them in the direction of the lobby, cursing himself for feeling stiff and awkward.
“Hey.” She stopped.
Reluctantly, he turned his head. He guessed her to be about five-eight with the heels, which brought her eye level with his chin. Her gaze lingered on the scar and then she looked up to meet his eyes.
“Is this weird for you?” she asked, her hazel eyes dark with concerned curiosity.
The strand of hair curling against her smooth cheek caught him by surprise. It looked so silky he had to fight the urge to touch it. Press it between his fingertips and feel how soft it was.
“Rob?”
He blinked at her, the sound of his name intimate on her lips.
Her tongue darted out to touch the corner of her mouth and he realized she was nervous. “I won’t call you Dr. Philips,” she said, obviously reading him correctly. “You aren’t my teacher anymore.”
“Of course.” He wasn’t sure where this was going. The male part of him had an obvious preference. Good thing they stood in the middle of the walkway.
As if on cue, a family of four headed toward them and Rob drew Karrie off to the side.
“I know it’s a term of respect and recognition, one you’ve earned, but I think my using it puts us back in our old roles.” She paused and audibly cleared her throat. “It creates distance,” she added, and then squinted at him, as if he were an errant child refusing to listen. “Am I making myself clear?”
He needed a second to ground himself. He had the feeling that if he answered her this second, his voice would crack like a fourteen-year-old’s. At least he hadn’t been imagining things. She wanted it. He wanted it. “Perfectly clear,” he said, grateful his voice remained steady and cool.
He reached for her, eliciting a startled gasp as she stumbled against him. She flattened her palms on his chest but swayed toward him, lifting her face, inviting his kiss.
Even as he lowered his mouth he knew it was a mistake. There was still unsettled business to work out, relationships to define. Things that mattered were at risk and here he was kissing the woman who could cause him all kinds of problems if this evening of delight turned to one of regret. But the attraction he felt was too potent, as if it had been dormant but simmering for the past six years.
He touched his lips gently to hers, giving her time to back off if this wasn’t what she wanted. He needn’t have worried. She was more than ready, opening her mouth to him and looping her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest.
He backed them into the evening shadows and ran his palms down either side of her waist, over her rounded hips. She tasted so damn fine, a mixture of sweetened coffee and mystery, and he forgot they stood in a public place until he heard shrill laughter from a group of passersby.
Raising his head, he saw that no one paid them any attention. A blond woman in her early thirties, obviously a little tipsy and leading her cohorts toward the pool area, was trying to balance a drink on her head.
Karrie glanced over her shoulder and watched the group disappear. She was feeling a little drunk herself even though she’d had only one drink and a glass of wine hours ago. Actually being with Dr. Rob Philips was making her heady. Him. In the flesh. Her perfect Man To Do. Her arms were around his neck. His hands cupped her hips. He’d just kissed her. The whole thing was totally unreal.
Like a dream.
A fantasy come true.
She drew in a deep breath before turning back to him. He slackened his hands as if he was going to release her but she pulled him down for another kiss instead.
His lips were warm and firm and then his tongue touched hers and she forgot where they were or that she was here as a representative for Sanax. Control slipped away and she didn’t care. She ran her palms down his chest, longing to reach the hardness that pressed against her belly.
She got to his waist and he broke the kiss. Grabbed her wrists firmly in his. “I don’t live too far from here,” he whispered, his lips pressed to her temple.
She slowly exhaled, trying to clear her head. Everything seemed fuzzy. She stepped back. He straightened and let his hands drop to his sides.
“Wow!” she said, her voice shaky.
“Yeah.” He pushed a hand through his hair, glanced around. “Look, I—”
She quickly put a silencing finger to his lips. “Don’t you dare ruin it.”
He stared at her for a moment, and then took her arm and they wordlessly headed toward the lobby. They passed a restaurant and a bar, and then he guided them away from the lobby and around the headless statue of Lenin, a route she recognized as leading toward the garage.
As they passed the Ice bar, she remembered that this was the last place they could stop before entering the elevators that would take them to the car. She slowed and touched his arm.
Before he even looked at her, she changed her mind. She was exhausted, fueled only by adrenaline and tantalizing memories. Oh, yeah, she still wanted him. But the idea of a Man To Do was more provocative than it was her style. Despite her past with Rob, she didn’t really know him. She’d been giddy from having him react to her in a way she’d dreamed about when she sat in his class, but was she really prepared to sleep with him on the cusp of this business deal?
It was a crying shame, but she’d better put the brakes on before things got completely out of hand. It was all too enticing, too easy, and that could only lead to trouble. Damn, but it would have been fine.
She smiled at him, reluctant to break the news. “To be honest, I was going to remind you about that drink I promised. But I think we should wait until tomorrow.”
“Sure.” He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant but his discomfort was clear. “No problem.”
“Yes, there is. You don’t understand. I know I’m just one of many students who passed through your classroom. But I had a real thing for you back then.” She hesitated when panic flickered in his eyes. Too much information, she decided. “I was young. Basically it was a stupid crush.” She sighed, shaking her head as she inched away. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. Probably because I’m so tired I can’t think straight.”
“Hey, wait.” He touched her arm and then kept abreast of her when she didn’t stop. “My fault,” he said. “I shouldn’t have come on to you.”
“You were just reacting to what I put out there, and I’m sorry about that. We have work to get done, and I shouldn’t have…”
“No, that’s not what—” They got to the elevators along with another couple and Rob stayed quiet as they all got inside a waiting car.
The tense silent ride lasted to the third level where they got out. The other couple got out at the same time and followed close