The CEO's Scandalous Affair / Seduced by the Wealthy Playboy: The CEO's Scandalous Affair
reached to touch her shoulder, but his hand continued over her back, drawing her closer, warming her. “You don’t need a wrap. You’ve got a date.”
Goose bumps rose on her skin, and beneath the thin red material that hugged her breasts, her nipples hardened, sending a few gallons of his blood below the belt.
What was that stupid decision he’d made on the plane? Something about kindred spirits and messing things up with sex and…
Never mind. Some decisions just screamed to be second-guessed.
“You look incredible,” he said, letting genuine admiration warm his voice as he leaned closer and took a whiff of her musky perfume. “And you smell like heaven.”
“Thanks,” she said softly, stepping away from him in one easy move. “You clean up nice, too, Mr.—”
He pointed a playful finger at her. “Don’t you dare.”
“Parker.” She smiled and moved another step away. “I’m sorry, it’s a hard habit to break.”
“I’ll help you.” Reaching for her hand, he lifted her knuckles to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on her silky skin. “Every time you use the word mister, I’m going to kiss you.”
Her eyelashes shuttered and the goose bumps returned, but she laughed softly. “Kind of like Pavlov’s dog?”
“Nothing like Pavlov’s dog.” He guided her toward the door. “But consider yourself warned. And every time you force me to kiss you, it’s going to get…” He tempered his smoky look with a half smile. “More serious.”
Maybe that would nudge her toward that “cue” he’d been waiting for.
“Then I’ll have to be very careful of what I say,” she promised, her pretty mouth turned up in a teasing smile.
As they walked toward the elevator, he drank in her staggering combination of sexuality and elegance. The gown narrowed at her waist, then flared and then…
Oh, man. The thigh-high slit made his mouth go bone dry. How was a guy supposed to keep his hands out of that treasure trove?
He hit the elevator call button and leaned closer to her. “I have to tell you,” he said, glancing down at the open pleat. “You have great legs, Anna.”
Color darkened her cheeks. “Thank you, Mist—”
Parker grinned as he dipped down and kissed her cheek. “What were you going to say?”
She chuckled softly. “Thank you, Parker.”
“My pleasure,” he said, his voice rich with double meaning. Sliding his arm around her waist, he placed his mouth close to her ear as the elevator bell dinged and the doors opened. “Next time it’ll be on the lips.”
“Well, if it isn’t the Grand Garrison himself.”
Parker froze at the ice in the familiar voice, the frisson of sexual play extinguished by the sound of an archenemy. He led Anna into the car, sparing Jordan Jefferies no more than a passing glance as he nodded hello. Just long enough to see the tall, muscular man looked tan and fit, and wore a tuxedo.
Parker swore mentally. Jefferies was headed to the same gala, no doubt.
“I’m afraid your escort is too rude to introduce us,” Jordan said to Anna. “I’m Jordan Jefferies.”
She gave the man a blank look as if she’d never even heard of him before. But how could she not? She must have heard the name around the office. She had to know the Jefferies brothers, both this one and the adopted Emilio, were the bane of Parker’s existence. What the hell was he doing here, anyway? He hadn’t been on the guest list Parker had requested to see before he’d left.
“Anna Cross,” she said politely, shaking his hand.
Jefferies turned her fingers, gave a little fake Euro-bow and kissed her knuckles. Parker seethed silently.
“A pleasure, Anna,” Jefferies said.
“Couldn’t find a date, Jefferies?” Parker said, only half teasing.
“I decided to fly over at the last minute,” he replied, his blue eyes riveted on Anna. “And certainly I couldn’t find anyone to rival this beautiful woman.”
Anna sneaked a sideways glance of disbelief at Parker, and he wanted to kiss her again for not succumbing to the wiles of this snake. Instead, he slid a possessive arm around her and eased her into his side. Where she’d be spending the evening.
And, if all went well, the night.
The car stopped at a lower floor and when the doors opened, Parker’s stomach dropped at the sight of yet another archenemy.
Emilio Jefferies nodded to his brother, but his sage-green eyes swept over Parker, his olive complexion darkening just a little. “Parker. Pleasant surprise to see you here.”
Parker doubted that it was pleasant or a surprise, but he did the right thing and introduced the other Jefferies brother to Anna.
“I assume you are both headed to the gala,” Anna said.
“We are,” Emilio acknowledged.
“I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” she said.
He nodded and looked at Parker. “How is your family?”
“Fine.” Parker studied the numbers above the door, calculating just how many more seconds he’d have to exchange oxygen with Jordan and Emilio Jefferies.
“Your sisters?” Jordan asked.
Parker speared him with a look. He’d kill either of his sisters if they even talked to these two snakes. “Fine,” he repeated.
“Miss Cross.” Jordan directed his attention back to Anna, ignoring Parker. “Are you in the hospitality industry as well?”
“Anna is my assistant,” Parker said before she could answer, infusing the pride he felt into his voice.
Jefferies notched a knowing eyebrow. “Well, that must be convenient.”
Parker’s fingers twitched with the desire to land something convenient in Jordan Jefferies’s smug face but Anna just relaxed into him, her smile all grace and class. “It certainly is, as Mr. Garrison is so gifted when it comes to mixing business and pleasure.”
Jordan drew back as the door opened, surprise and admiration on his sculpted features. He stepped aside and let Anna out of the elevator first.
“You know I love nothing more than taking what you want, Garrison,” Jordan murmured to Parker under his breath.
“And I love nothing more than making sure you don’t.”
“Then you’d better hold on to your assistant.”
“I plan to.”
“And everything else,” Emilio added with a smile that looked more like a sneer.
Parker gave them both venomous looks, then muscled past to walk Anna through the Ritz lobby. They didn’t speak until they’d been whisked through the doors and cocooned into a waiting limousine.
“That was the perfect way to handle them,” Parker said as he handed her a bubbling glass of champagne the driver had just poured.
Anna accepted it, and tilted her head. “Why, thank you, Mr. Garrison.”
She’d used the name on purpose, he had no doubt. Flashing her a victorious grin, he leaned closer and brushed her lips with his.
“Next time,” he whispered against her lips, “it’s a French kiss.”
“Thanks for the warning.” The crystal clinked. “Parker.”
He sipped the champagne, admired