Page 2 of Wild Nights

I pushed the glass away. "I think I'm going to head to my room."

"That's too bad."

I arched a brow. "And why's that?"

His cheeks were tinged pink, and I wondered if he didn't pick up women at bars often. "I was hoping you'd dance with me."

There was zero chance I was going to the lodge's dance club. I wanted nothing to do with that scene. But then he gestured toward the dance floor nearby, where a few couples swayed to the live band.

"I don't know if that's a good idea—" I hadn't planned ontalking to him or pursuing anything. I lived in Maine and only came to Colorado a few times a year.

Oliver arched a brow. "How do you know if it's a good idea if you say no?"

I laughed despite my reservations. He was charming. Not as outgoing as the brother that led ski lessons, but he possessed a quiet insistence that was attractive.

He turned the stool so that my chair was facing the dance floor, holding his hand out to me. "Carolina, will you dance with me?"

I slid off the stool, which placed me mere inches away from his body. "Okay."

Oliver grinned as he wrapped his hand around mine and led me toward the other couples. I glanced over at the pool table, but his brothers were gone. When he found an open spot, he turned to face me, his heated gaze on me.

He drew me in, and I hooked my wrists around his neck, bringing my body flush against his.

He lowered his head slightly. "You feel good."

It was a line I could imagine him delivering as he hovered over me in bed, his cock nudging my entrance. I licked my dry lips, and his gaze lingered on the movement. "Do you come here often?"

I laughed softly at the cheesy line.

He winced. "That didn't come out right."

I shook my head. "No. It's okay. I organize conferences here a few times a year."

Oliver looked at something over my head. "Ah. I believe my brother Xander has called you the hot conference girl."

"I've worked with Eli, but I haven't met your other brothers."

Oliver nodded. "That's good."

I tipped my head to the side to consider him. "And why is that?"

"Whenever a woman meets Xander first—" Oliver shrugged.

"She falls for him?" I asked, disbelief tinging my voice.

"They fall into bed together at least. Xander's never been serious about anyone."

"I don't believe that." All the brothers were attractive in their own way. Maybe Xander had a way about him.

"He has a certain kind of charm that women find irresistible even when we warn them away."

"Do you think I would have fallen for him had I met him first?" I teased.

His eyes flared. "But he didn't talk to you first."

"I'm not looking for anything serious." I wasn't sure why I was dancing with him. I should have politely declined his invitation and gone to my room. That would have been the smart move. What was it about this man that had me reconsidering my no-hookups while traveling rule? It would have been so easy over the years to have a fling with any of the men who'd approached me. But I'd never seriously considered it before today.

Oliver was the brother of a business contact. If we hooked up, it would only make things awkward. I prided myself on always being professional.

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