Page 3 of Only for Tonight
“Leo.” He takes it. Warm and solid and calloused in a way that makes me wonder what those hands could do.
Stop it. You literally just got dumped.
His gaze drops briefly to where the emerald fabric hugs my curves. When his eyes return to mine, there’s clear appreciation in them.
“That dress is doing amazing things for you, by the way.”
Heat crawls up my neck. “Thanks.”
“I mean it.” His thumb brushes across my knuckles before he releases my hand. “Someone’s a fucking idiot for letting you come here alone.”
I don’t know what to say to that.
“So, Bec.” My name rolls off his tongue like he’s tasting it. “What brings you to RomanceCon?”
“I’m a reader. An obsessed one.” I cringe at how inadequate that sounds. “I flew in from Perth to meet my favorite authors. Been following some of them for years. Collecting their books. Joining their Patreon. The whole stalker package.”
“You came alone?”
Not judgmental. Just curious and interested.
His eyes drop briefly to my lips before meeting mine again.
I nod. Lift one shoulder. “Was supposed to come with someone. Plans changed.”
He doesn’t press. Just leans against the bar, looking at me like I’m the only woman in the room. Like he’s got all night to figure me out and plans to enjoy every second of it.
We talk. He asks about my favorite books. I get too enthusiastic explaining Isabelle Stone’s rockstar series. PullAmplifiedout of my purse to show him the cover—four shirtless men with guitars.
“Four rockstars?” Eyebrows raised.
His fingers brush mine as he takes the book to look closer. Heat spreads up my arm from the contact.
Fuck.
“Why choose.” I’m very aware of how close he is now. “It’s a trope where the main character doesn’t have to pick between love interests. She gets to keep them all.”
His gaze locks on mine, hungry and direct.
“Smart fucking woman.”
My neck flushes. The book isn’t the only reason my pulse is racing.
“I could use another drink.” The Pink Misery is half gone. So is my common sense apparently.
“I’ve got it.” Already signaling the bartender. “Let me order you something better.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And what makes you think you know what I need?”
His smile is slow and devastating. “Sweetheart, I’ve got a pretty good idea.”
He leans over the bar. “Can you make her a Between the Sheets? Make it extra smooth.”
Oh my God.
My face goes hot. Of course that’s what he’d order.
Leo catches my reaction. His expression turns absolutely wicked. “It’s a classic cocktail. Why, what did you think I meant?”
