Page 84 of No More Secrets
Carter swelled with pride when Summer merely nodded briskly, not giving him any hint of friendliness. She offered her hand. Alexi glanced around the room, and spotting Carter, waited for his nod before accepting it for a perfunctory shake. He hurried off in the direction of the exit, bowling his way through a pack of executives.
Summer watched him go, a frown on her pretty face. Carter wandered her way.
“There you are!” Summer said with relief. “I was worried you got bored and wandered off, or Katherine stole you away.”
“She didn’t catch on to our top secret relationship, did she?” Carter asked, stepping in closer.
“No, I think we’re in the clear for now.” Summer glanced over her shoulder.
“That was a nice save back there with Mary Beth, by the way,” he told her.
“Thanks. Usually Katherine’s assistant stays with her to help with names, but who knows where she disappeared to.”
“I was almost enjoying Katherine squirming after she made me feel like a piece of meat.”
“How dare she do that to a hot vegetarian,” Summer said in mock horror.
“Well, you were very impressive and quick on your feet. I hope she appreciates you.” Carter had a feeling she didn’t.
“I hope you’ll keep being impressed when I tell you the bad news.”
“Does it involve extending the time between now and when I get to peel that dress off of you to see what you’re wearing underneath?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “It’s your own fault. If you hadn’t impressed Katherine with your ‘whole package,’” she waved her palm in front of him. “Then we’d be able to sneak out before the show.”
“What does mypackagehave to do with not being able to sneak out?” His package was currently straining behind his zipper at the idea of stripping Summer naked.
“She wants us — mainly you — to sit in the front row with her.”
“I can tell by the look on your face that this is important, but I’m not exactly clear on why.”
Summer laughed. “The front row is VIP-only. Usually at these events I don’t even get to sit. I stand in the back. You and your sexy-as-hell-everything just bumped a buyer for Saks and a Tony-nominee.”
“I feel like you’re still not speaking English.”
“Have you ever watched the Victoria’s Secret runway show?”
What red-blooded man hadn’t? “I think I’ve seen bits and pieces of it.”
“You’ll be one of the people in the front row that the cameras are constantly panning over.”
Carter swore. “This isn’t going to be on TV, is it?”
Summer patted his shoulder. “No, but there will be photographers and videographers capturing your handsome face.”
“I should have just waited for you at your place,” he grumbled.
“But if you were waiting for me at home, you wouldn’t know that the only thing I have on under this dress is a very pretty, very sheer thong.”
He made a move to grab her, but she danced out of his reach and around another column.
He snagged her wrist and pulled her back against him in the dimly lit corner, the brick blocking them from the rest of the room. “You play dangerous games and think you’re safe because we’re in public.”
She was breathing heavily. Her breasts rose, her lips parted.
He nuzzled against her neck. “You know what I could do to you here?”
She shook her head and angled her chin up, giving him more skin to tease.
