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Not that it would lead anywhere, of course. Once he realized who she was, it would be strictly business between them.

And that was okay. Because she might not be doing her affirmations right now, but despite everything, she remained resolute about not needing a man, least of all one she couldn’t realistically have. She simply wanted Damon to respect her, see her as an equal, as someone who could do this job. And if he suddenly thought she was attractive, too…well, that was just a perk that would add to her confidence.

She exited back out into the warmth of the night in the café area, making her way past couples at small round tables until she reached Damon and sat down across from him, smoothly lifting her sunglasses to the top of her head.

Then she watched him blink.

“Brenna?” His dark brows drew slightly together. God, he was beautiful.

“Surprise,” she said, pleasing herself with how confident and comfortable she sounded.

“I’m a redhead now. I figured—new job, new look. What do you think?”

“You look fabulous,” he told her, and their eyes met again, and this time it was almost fatal.

Because she was so close to him now. And that look—that intense, oh-so-sexy look—was pinning her in place, almost holding her down, taking control of her. If she’d suffered the first twinges of arousal a moment ago upon spotting him…well, that had been nothing compared to this. The juncture of her thighs spasmed as she—almost involuntarily—thrust her breasts forward and ran her tongue along her upper lip. Casting her most provocative smile, she said a low, cool, “Thanks.”

Despite all the times she’d seen him in the office, this was the first time they’d really been face-to-face, the sole focus of each other’s attention—and it was also the first time in her life she’d ever had such a visceral, physical reaction to a man. One of Kelly’s many raw, out-there comments suddenly came back to her: Doesn’t the man just make your pussy quiver? Brenna seldom thought of her body in such terms, but…maybe new Brenna did.  Because her pussy was definitely quivering now, no doubt about it.

Damon’s small smile looked slightly predatory, but she didn’t mind at all. “I was surprised when Jenkins informed me you were coming on board in A&R,” he told her. He was talking business, yet his eyes still said sex, sex, sex.

Something in it inspired her to be saucy—apparently another part of the new her. She raised her eyebrows, flashed a playful grin. “Afraid of a little competition?”

He laughed—a deep, throaty sound that kept the spot between her legs humming. “Not at all, babe. Just didn’t know you had those aspirations.”

Normally, she hated it when a guy called her babe or honey without really knowing her.  But like everything else about him, when Damon did it, it was sexy as hell. Even the remaining last hints of a New York accent sounded seductive coming from that mouth.

“I didn’t,” she answered, “and frankly, I was just as surprised as you when Jenkins offered  me the position. But I love Blue Night, and I have a passion for music, so it seemed like  the opportunity of a lifetime.”

Damon nodded slowly, his warm chocolate eyes narrowing. “It is. And though I had doubts about how you’d fit in the role, I’m not worried anymore.”

She tilted her head, getting almost comfortable with the new her. “A new hair color and a few new clothes make that much of a difference?”

“It’s not the clothes,” he said with a soft head shake. “It’s the attitude. You’ve got it. I can

tell. You’ve embraced this.”

“Completely,” she told him. I’ve embraced wanting this job. And lying to get it.

And there was something else Brenna was on the verge of embracing, too. Her lust for him. Her plan had not been to spend time ogling him, wanting to get in his pants. But she clearly did, with a force unrivaled.

Yet that still didn’t mean she planned to do anything about it. It was one thing to be “new  Brenna” in looks, in her job—but it was another altogether when it came to men, and sex.  So she would just have to lust quietly, her nipples jutting through her bra, her cunt veritably vibrating against her jeans. And, wow—it looked like new Brenna used even more blunt, naughty words. Too much time spent with Kelly this past weekend, clearly.

Just then, the wine arrived—a nice Pinot Grigio—and they ordered dinner, both starting with onion soup. Conversation turned in the direction she’d expected—to the music biz, and Damon explained how indie labels differed from the majors, what kinds of talent he sought for Blue Night, and the tasks a typical week might include.

“Scouting trips are fun, but once an act is signed, your job will include a lot of handholding. You’ll answer questions, pump them up when they’re worried, do your damnedest  to make sure the work stays true to their vision and ours, accompany them to media gigs,  celebrate with them when their CD hits the shelves, and be available to take phone calls at  two a.m. when they’re just not feelin’ the love. You’re basically the performer’s connection  to Blue Night. Professionally. Artistically. Emotionally. And while you’re holding all these  hands, you’re still out there listening for the next new sound that might be a little too left of  center for BMG or Sony. Think you can handle all that?”

The truth was, Brenna hadn’t realized the far-reaching aspects of the job. But she could handle it. In fact, old Brenna had always been a pretty good hand-holder by nature. So she said, “Absolutely,” and he flashed a sexy grin in reply, making her pussy surge anew.

“Good answer,” he said. “Because all that was designed to make you balk, even though

it’s true—and you passed the test.”

these? Tests?” She raised her eyebrows, still confident, almost even flirtatious. “Will there be lots of

He leaned back slightly, brown eyes seeming to size her up. But this look was about more than sex appeal—it was about whether she could do the job. He finally gave a succinct head shake. “I can already tell you’re a pro. From here on out, it’s all about teaching you the business.”

Brenna’s chest tightened with the pleasure of having earned his respect. Not to mention the pleasure of just being able to look at him and soak up all that male beauty.

After their entrees arrived, Damon regaled her with stories behind some of their biggest successes—where he’d found them and what had made him want to sign them. “I can’t teach that kind of instinct,” he said, cutting into his filet mignon, “but I can tell you what I was thinking, feeling—and hope you’ll glean something from it.”

Darkness was falling, the bright lights of the Vegas Strip starting to make the night glow, and traffic on the boulevard grew heavier as people set out for the evening. When another of those moving billboards came to a stop just beyond the sidewalk next to them, Brenna couldn’t help glancing up to see a doe-eyed brunette, topless, her hands barely covering her voluminous breasts. LONELY? CALL ME, the sign said.

Like before, it jarred her. It wasn’t surprising that Las Vegas was crawling with “escorts,” but it was somehow surprising to see the evidence so very out there, a blatant reminder that people came here to sin among the neon.

“Something wrong?” Damon asked, drawing her gaze back to his.

Swell—she’d been caught gaping at an ad for prostitution. “Just a little taken aback,” she admitted. “I’ve never been to a place like this before.”

“You’ve never been to Vegas?” He sounded surprised.

“No, I’m a Sin City virgin. Or I was until today.”

“So what do you think of it?” He tilted his head, appearing truly curious.

Glancing up the Strip, where she could see New York, New York and the Excalibur, spires and towers gleaming in the night, all that light somehow beckoning, she said, “It’s glossy on the top, but dirty underneath. It’s…seamy, yet somehow alluring.”

He pressed his lips together, nodding, clearly absorbing her response.

“It’s got a bit of a wreck-on-the-highway quality to it,” she went on. “With a wreck, you  know you won’t like what you see, but you still have to look. Here, you know what you find  may not be pretty, but you’re going to immerse yourself in it anyway.”

Draining his second glass of wine, he asked, “And how is it that an L.A. girl has never been to Las Vegas?”

Indeed, Vegas was a quick weekend getaway from the coast for lots of people, and sort of a home-away-from-home for the entertainment industry. “I’m not really an L.A. girl,” she explained. “I just moved west from Ohio three years ago for my husband’s job.”

“I didn’t know you were married.” Had she imaged that hint of disappointment in his voice?

His gaze dropped to her left hand, curled casually around the stem of her wineglass.

Despite relishing his interest, her hand felt naked, and she still hated having to tell him,

“I’m recently divorced.”

Keep being new Brenna, she told herself. But the dissolution of her marriage had been the greatest devastation of her life. If it hadn’t gotten dark out, she’d have slid her sunglasses back on to hide her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Damon said.

“Don’t be.” She swilled a drink of wine for courage. “He was a jerk. The cheating kind, to

be exact.”

“Hell,” he said. “That sucks.”

She raised her eyebrows, tried for a smile, and wondered if he’d ever cheated on anyone.

“Yeah, it does—did. But it’s very over now, and I’m very ready to move on.”

Yikes, what had she just said? Had it sounded like a come-on? Please, God, don’t let him think it sounded like a come-on. And what had happened to don’t need a man ? She took another sip of wine, her whole body still whirring with the potent arousal he inspired.

“Well, Vegas is a great place for moving on,” he told her.

Oh geez—he thought she wanted to party. Maybe not necessarily with him , but just in general—and that was bad enough. Even though he definitely liked to party, she wanted him to see her as cool, confident, professional Brenna—not as a party girl on the rebound.

Regroup. Put your cosmopolitan face back on. Pretend you’re not getting drunk.

To her surprise, it actually succeeded. She sounded utterly at ease when she said, “I’m here to work. Play will have to wait for another time.”

“Another good answer,” he told her. “But I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to play just a

little .” His eyes sparkled again, and she feared she would come in her panties.

Staying cool was becoming more of a challenge every minute, and it was all she could do not to choke on her answer, but she managed to get one out. “To be honest, I’m…not sure  Vegas holds the kind of play I’m interested in.”

He cast a skeptical look. “You can get just about anything your heart desires here.”

cheat. Not true, she wanted to say. You couldn’t get love. You couldn’t get a husband who didn’t

Oh boy, she was drunk. This was bad.

Whatever you do, don’t go all maudlin on him. Carefully, she concocted an answer. “Let’s just say…sex seems a little too…out in the open here. For my taste anyway.”

“Ah. And you like it in private.”

Okay, she should have been more careful. Why on earth had she mentioned sex, of all things? But she had to go with it now, so she answered honestly. “Afraid so.”

And then it happened—a vision flashed through her head.

Her, having sex, with him .

His naked body atop hers, moving, pounding into her, his hard cock filling her with each deep stroke.

Jesus, when on earth had she started using words like “cock”? She wasn’t even sure she could blame Kelly for this one. It was the wine, she decided, even as Damon reached to refill her glass.

“Just half,” she told him quickly, and he stopped pouring but emptied the rest of the bottle

into his own.

it. Damn wine. “This is a very man-centric place, isn’t it?” she heard herself asking without even weighing

He tilted his head, his expression indulgent. She hoped it meant he liked her openness, as opposed to thinking she was some kind of kook. “I guess that’s a fair assessment.”

“I mean, I just don’t think that kind of thing appeals to women—selling sex on a billboard.”

His eyes glimmered with quiet amusement. “Hey, if you’re gonna sell sex, isn’t that as good a place as any?”

“Point taken, but maybe it’s the whole idea of selling sex that turns me off. I suppose men

just aren’t as offended by that.”

He shrugged, grinned. “I’ll admit it takes a lot to offend me. But you know, there are billboards with guys on them, too. Male strippers, that kinda thing. Maybe you’d like that.”

She shook her head instantly, the honesty spilling from her now, like it or not. “I just think it’s weird when sex is so…on display, like any other ad.” She let her tone shift into that of a  TV commercial: “Try our new wireless plan. See Celine Dion in concert at the Mirage. Buy an hour of sex with a stranger.”

He offered a knowing smile. “Look at it this way. Las Vegas is…Disney World for adults.”

“But instead of Mickey and Minnie, here they have…strippers and whores?”

He laughed lightly. “Something like that. Anything goes here.” He lowered his voice, looked her in the eye. “Anything.”

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