getting on the flight that she would. She wanted to take her fatherâs advice and live a little, so she didnât back out of the Las Vegas trip as sheâd originally planned. She wouldnât let Jason know her decision until the end of the weekend. She wanted to see how far he would go to convince her.
Amberâs smile turned to a frown. She realized she hadnât packed anything that a man like Jason would find alluring on a woman. She knew his type. They usually went for the model type or the âfun girlâ. Amber was more on the quiet side, more subdued.
Amber sneaked out of the suite and went down to the hotel lobby. The grand hotel had several boutiques. One boutique caught her attention. She usually stuck to wearing black and brown, but the flaming red wrap dress caught her attention. Before long, sheâd purchased it, along with a pair of heels and matching accessories.
Satisfied with her purchases, Amber headed back to the hotel suite.
She fumbled with her room key card. To her satisfaction, Jason wasnât in the living room area. She heard his voice coming from his room. It sounded like he was on the phone. She eased past his door and placed the clothes on her bed.
She noticed a note on the pillow. She picked it up and read it aloud. âLetâs do dinner tonight. My treat. Let me know.â It was signed Jason.
Amber knocked on Jasonâs door. He opened the door, motioned with his hands that he was on the phone.
She held the note up in the air. She mouthed her response. âIâll be ready at eight.â
He gave her the thumbs-up signal and went back to handling business on the phone.
She left his room and closed the door behind her. It was a little after seven, which didnât give her much time to get ready for dinner. Tonight, she was about to throw caution to the wind and just have some fun.
Chapter Three
Jason ended the conference call with Charlotte and their staff. Now he could concentrate on Amber. Charlotte informed him that sheâd scheduled a lunch meeting with her father Max next week. It was now up to Jason to re-sign Amber.
Jason took a quick shower and got dressed for their dinner date. Since this was Vegas, he would suggest they hit a few of the casinos as well.
Even with him having to rush, Jason beat Amber getting dressed. He watched the sports station in the living room area of the suite while waiting on her.
âIâm ready,â he heard Amberâs sultry voice say.
He turned the television off and stood. His mouth dropped open. His eyes were not prepared to see what they were now looking at. Gone were the glasses. He could see her hazel eyes twinkling. The ponytail she normally wore was now loose and displaying shoulder-length, jet-black hair. The lip gloss that greeted him earlier was replaced by a ruby-red lipstick that made her lips fuller and even more alluring.
The slacks and blouse she had worn earlier had done a good job camouflaging her body. The flaming-red wrap dress she wore clung to and accented every curve. Jason felt himself drooling and needed to snap out of it before Amber thought he was a pervert.
âWhatâs wrong?â Amber asked as she moved closer to him.
Jason stuttered. âI wasnât expecting this. You look great.â
âWow. You sound like I was looking tore up before.â She laughed.
âOh, no. I didnât mean that,â Jason stammered. Jason never stammered. Amber, for some reason, was making him nervous.
âAnyway. It was your idea that we go out for dinner. So letâs go. Iâm starving.â
Jason watched Amber twist toward the door. She stopped, threw her hair over her shoulder, and looked back at him before opening the door.
Jason sighed with excitement before running out behind her.
Silence seemed to be a breach between them as they rode down on the elevator. The floral fragrance Amber wore filled Jasonâs nostrils. Is it an aphrodisiac?