Page 47 of Her Braun
He'd just hoped that she'd lower her walls again.
The cocktail touched his tongue, and its taste was smooth and rich as he drank it down.
Lord help him, she never looked away as he swallowed the sip of her cocktail.
When he held it out for her to take, he wasn’t sure, but he thought that her fingers might have trembled a little when they brushed up against his.
The look in her eyes when she smiled at him, seemed to confirm his thoughts. Her eyes were darker than they had been a few moments before, the black centers of her eyes had almost eclipsed the warm brown of her irises.
Her lips were parted slightly.
She looked, in a word, sexy.
No. Breathtaking.
There were dozens of words that he could call her, but he didn't think this was the time to say them.
The last thing he wanted to do was make her pull away again.
Maybe what they needed was to spend some time together where they didn't have to talk about their last meeting. Where they weren't expected to talk much or have deep conversations about things. Besides, he didn’t have much reason to stay in the bar, given that it was occupied by a throng of doctors. Kay didn’t seem all that eager to stay there either, especially with the men that were seeking her company.
He wasn’t all that eager to head back up to the wedding just to fend off the bridesmaids again.
That's when it hit him.
That empty seat next to him at the table.
"I have to go back upstairs to the wedding,” he was surprised that he got out that many words. “I was wondering if you want to come with me.”
“To a wedding?” Kay looked surprised but not put off at the suggestion. Still, she gave him more than a hint of a smile. “Uh, I don’t think the bride and groom would appreciate a random woman showing up and taking a seat away from another guest.”
He laughed and shook his head. “Actually, Taylor put a seat next to me at the table in case I wanted to bring someone. You said you were going to a conference this weekend, so I didn't think to ask. So, I’m sitting at a table with an empty seat next to me.”
Gibson wanted her to come to the wedding with him.
He just wasn’t sure how to convince her.
Kay took another sip of her drink. “I bet if I come with you, I’m going to make a bunch of women blind with jealousy.”
Gibson shrugged. “You’d save me from a lot of drunk women.”
“Oh?” She looked off to the side, a thoughtful look on her face. “So, I’d kind of be a hero, right?”
He nodded. “Exactly. I’d be really grateful for your help.”
Kay set her nearly empty glass down on the highly polished bar top. “How grateful?”
Gibson knew she wasn’t asking him for anything like sexual favors, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to offer. He’d be more than happy to take her to bed.
But if bed was a deal breaker, he’d use the wall or the back of a sofa.
Whatever she wanted and-
“Do you dance?”
Her question was like the needle scratching across the surface of a record.
“I’m sorry,” he wasn’t playing coy, “I didn’t hear that. What did you say?”
