physical. He was thoughtful, well-spoken, listened to her ideas and had a wicked sense of humor. She genuinely liked him. The insane gorgeousness attached to his personality was just a big, fat bonus.
âBad, like I might show every last person at this party to the door,â he said. âAnd focus on no one but you.â
Heat kicked up in her midsection. Oh, yes, to have all that delicious focus on her. He had this way of making her feel like the only person in the room, even when there were a hundred present.
It was an invitation. And a question. Where did she want this evening to lead?
Where did he want this evening to lead?
Were they on the same page about what their association might look like afterward? They were working together, after all. Not everyone could do that and become personally involved. That was where the romantics messed it all up. Relationships were black-and-white and easy to navigate as long as you didnât let yourself get bogged down in unquantifiable emotions. Her parentsâ divorce had been nasty enough to prove that love was one of the worst illusions ever invented.
She should probably feel him out about their future interaction before letting him do bad things to her. Also, heâd thrown this party for a reason, which would not be accomplished by allowing him to throw everyone out. It would be terrible of her to force him to end it early because she was a giant chicken about dancing in public.
More bravery needed, stat. âLetâs dance.â
âThis way, Ms. Meer.â
He led her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms.
The crowd dynamic shifted instantly as people checked out the woman dancing with the senator. Alexâs back heated with the scrutiny. The only friendly faces in the crowd were her boss, Cassandra, and Cassâs fiancé, Gage, who was Phillipâs cousin.
Self-consciousness turned Alexâs feet into lead.
âRight here, Alex.â Phillip tapped his temple and let his hand drift back to her waist. âKeep your eyes on me. Donât worry about them. They donât exist.â
Ha. If only that were true. Of course, sheâd had her chance to make that a reality when heâd offered to kick everyone out. She had no doubt that if sheâd taken him up on his invitation, the crowd would already be in their chauffeured limousines heading for home.
Why hadnât she taken him up on it, again?
She did as instructed, locking her gaze to his molten-blue eyes. He swirled her around the hardwood floor to the tempo of the classical music piping through his expensive, invisible sound system. The crowd faded away and she became so very aware of his hands on her body, exactly as sheâd envisioned them. Well, not exactly. In the majority of her fantasies, they were both naked.
Heat flushed her skin, arrowing straight to her core as he watched her closely.
âSee?â he murmured. âBetter.â
Yes. This night, this man holding her in his arms. All better. It wasnât the dress, but Phillip who held the magical powers. She was someone else when she was with him, someone who didnât have to fade into the woodwork to avoid making a fool of herself. Someone who could be with a man like Phillip and it made sense, even though they were social opposites.
And she very much wanted to take advantage of the magic while it lasted. Maybe she could, just for tonight.
Two
P hillip didnât leave Alexâs side all night.
It was both sweet and intoxicating. She lost all track of time and place, forgetting about the judgmental audience as Phillip had entreated her to do. He was an amazing man who made her feel special. Her starving soul ate up the attention and begged for more.
She could get used to being the center of Phillipâs world. Used to how the focused glint in his blue eyes pulled on strings deep inside. Used to how her heart seemed lighter when heâ
A tap on her shoulder startled