Page 31 of Adam’s Obsession

“Wear something sexy. Maybe you can get him to skip thereception and take you somewhere intimate. Somewhere romantic.”

“Hah!” Her sardonic snort was a little louder than she intendedand she reflexively clapped a hand over her mouth. “No way,” she hissed. “Thisguy is all about business. He would never skip the reception.”

“Try it. Wear something sexy. See what happens.”

“I don’t have anything sexy. I mean, I have a cocktail dress.It’s not terribly sexy.”

“You can make it sexy. A woman’s manner is what makes hersexy, not simply her appearance. Just believe you’re hot and he’ll notice.Trust me.”

Katherine shook her head, knowing he couldn’t see. Savagejust didn’t understand. Adam was Adam and Katherine was…boring. “I’ll try. ButI can’t imagine he’ll notice.”

“He will.” Savage seemed so sure. “And Wildkat?”

“Yes?”

“If he asks you to dance, that means he wants to fuck you.”

The laugh was out of her mouth before she could restrain it.“That’s crazy, Savage. If he asks me to dance, that means he wants to dance.”

“Are you so sure?”

“I’m not his type.”

Silence crackled between them. “What do you mean?”

“He’s way out of my league. Trust me. This guy isphenomenal.”

“Maybe you’re phenomenal too.”

Though he couldn’t see it, she made a point of rolling hereyes. “Maybe not.”

“Wear something sexy. And if he asks you to dance, it meanshe wants to fuck you. It always does. And if he asks you to dance, accidentallystumble and fall against him. See if he has a hard-on.”

“He’s my boss!”

“Still. Rub up against him and see if he has a hard-on.After you get back, if you two aren’t fucking like bunnies, come back onlineand tell me what happened. I’ll be waiting.”

She dressed carefully, taking Savage’s advice to heart,spicing up her black dress with Sara’s red vest and patent leather high heels.The heels were uncomfortable and she was as clumsy as an ox in them but theylooked fantastic. Katherine hoped they would draw Adam’s eyes to her long, slenderlegs and—finally—make him notice her as a woman.

And, heaven help her, he did. When she stepped out of herroom, wearing the black dress and high heels and tight, cinching vest, his eyesroved over her as though she were the last woman on earth.

“Katherine.” His attention was riveted. On her. She shiveredat the heat in his eyes. “You look wonderful.”

He was pretty damn handsome as well. He wore a suit jacketwith a dress shirt unbuttoned to the second button. The scent of his aftershaveclouded her vision. It was all she could do not to stumble and fall against himright there in the hallway.

“I was thinking…” His gaze drifted over her once more. “Whatdo you say we skip the reception?” Her heart leapt. “And just grab somedinner?”

She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “T-that sounds nice.Do you have a place in mind?”

He nodded, his eyes flaring. “I know a club that serves anexcellent lobster bisque.”

“Lobster bisque?” She didn’t give a damn about lobster orbisque. That he was willing to skip the reception to have dinner with her madeher pulse race. “Lovely.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

They caught a cab in the velvet, sultry Vegas night anddrove to the club Adam had mentioned. It wasn’t a place she’d ever heard of. Itwasn’t a place that seemed as if it got much tourist traffic at all but theservice and the food were exceptional.

They ate dinner in a secluded alcove. Adam ordered adelicious wine and Katherine allowed herself to be convinced to have severalglasses. As they ate, they talked about the conference, their success for theday and plans for the company’s future. A very prim-and-proper conversation tobe sure, but all along soft music played in the background, a romanticcounterpoint to their business discussion.