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Franco appeared and led her to a table for one.
“She is traveling alone, sir.” Dominic reappeared. “Her name is—”
Spencer held up a hand. “I don’t want to know her name.” He didn’t want to know anything but what she sounded like when she came.
As if sensing his eyes on her, she turned his way, pinning him with gorgeous, haughty eyes. He held her gaze, wanting to see how she would respond to his undisguised interest. Then she did the most unexpected thing of all. She turned away.
His dick went rock-hard beneath the fine linen tablecloth. Nothing was more arousing than a challenge. The hunt was on.
“Take the rest of the night off, Dom. We’ll meet tomorrow.”
Dominic looked as if he wanted to say something. Instead, he nodded—a wise choice—and left Spencer alone.
“Franco.” Spencer waved over the host. He scribbled on a small piece of paper, then folded it. “Take this to the woman you just seated. The one in the green dress.”
“Yes, sir.”
Feeling confident, Spencer pushed back from the table, stood, and walked away. He had preparations to make.
Chapter Eleven
To anyone watching, Kayla appeared cool and unaffected as she ate slowly, savoring every bite of the perfectly prepared prawns and seared vegetable medley. Inside, however, her mind whirled and her feminine parts tingled with possibility.
In addition to being handsome as sin, Spencer Dumas was also either very self-assured or exceptionally presumptuous. She supposed that having those good looks, wealth, and power might have something to do with it.
What he needed was someone to take him down a notch. It would serve him right if she ignored his blatant summons and spent her evening as she had originally planned—with a walk on the beach, and maybe a drink or two while listening to the live band she had seen setting up in the outdoor pavilion earlier.
The problem was, she really wanted to show up at midnight and find out exactly what the arrogant playboy had in mind.
She finished her dinner then walked out onto the beach. Slipping off her sandals, she let the gentle waves wash up to her ankles while a light sea breeze whispered over her skin. There was nothing quite as lovely as a tropical island at night, especially when it hummed with possibilities. Simply being there made her feel as if she was living a fantasy; that here, she could indulge in things not possible anywhere else.
That, she supposed, was exactly the point. Spencer Dumas was not only gorgeous and rich, he was also brilliant when it came to marketing.
And arrogant,she thought with a secret smile. That kind of confidence was damn sexy in a powerful man.
She had a choice to make: indulge her wild side or play it safe.Dosomething, or sit quietly on the sidelines and watch everyone else have fun.
