Surrender to Temptation Part IV: Tempted to Entice Read Free Page A

my hand on Zach’s chest.
    “If you require anything else, all you have to do is press the buzzer.” She gestured to a small device that sat on our table. “Anything that you require . . . anything at all . . . and I will come to serve you.”
    I blinked up at her, certain that I had misunderstood the double meaning layering her words. She smirked back at me, and I saw red.
    “All that we require is to be left alone.” Zach’s words had me focusing my full attention on him, and I barely noticed the hostess leaving, because pleasant strands of sexual desire were humming merrily over my skin.
    Once we were alone he pulled me onto his lap, arranging my legs so that I was straddling him. I gasped and looked around as my face flushed carmine.
    No one seemed to be paying much attention to us, and if they were, they weren’t overly shocked at our behavior. I, however, squirmed as Zach palmed my breast, squeezing the flesh gently and nibbling at my ear.
    “I think I like it when you get jealous.” My breath caught in my throat as heat from his touch spread throughout my skin and down to my core. Though his hands slid down to catch me at my waist, he didn’t hold me in place, so I slid off of his lap and onto my own bottom.
    “What the hell was that?” Though no one else seemed to care, I was mortified. “We’re in public!”
    Zach didn’t seem the least bit ruffled, and I felt compelled to play the good angel.
    “What if there was a photographer here? They could have gotten a really dreadful picture right now!” I closed my eyes, not able to even imagine what would happen to my life at work if a picture of me straddling the CEO made the rounds at the office.
    Zach seemed nonplussed. “Cameras aren’t allowed in here. They’re very strict about it, and you’ll soon see why.” He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me close, though he kept his touch chaste—if any touch from him could be considered so. “And if a picture was taken that I didn’t want made public, I’m fortunate enough to have enough money to bury it.”
    He spoke as if having that much money was just a mundane fact of life, and I supposed that for him it was. It made my head hurt.
    I buried my nose in my glass of wine to change the subject.
    “Do you like it?” Though he had a glass of his own, Zach took mine once I had finished sipping. The casual intimacy of the gesture made me hope for things that I knew I shouldn’t.
    My pulse stuttered when, instead of tasting wine from my glass, he leaned in and pressed a heated kiss to my yielding lips, sampling the wine from my tongue.
    “Mmm.” I trembled as he caught me with that hot stare as he eased back. “It tastes much better this way.”
    “It-it’s wonderful.” My throat was dry with need as I agreed. I wasn’t by any means a connoisseur, but I knew that the wine was richly layered and that its flavors mingled seductively on my tongue. “You didn’t have to go to such trouble, though.”
    Zach shrugged and handed me back my glass. “Stella d’Or is owned by a friend of mine. I like to support his business, but I would purchase it even if it wasn’t his. It’s exceptional wine.”
    At that moment the lights in the house began to dim. Before the theater went black, Zach turned to me, and traces of the levity that he had displayed over the past few minutes were gone.
    “I said that I wanted to share a part of my world with you,” he began, and my mind immediately ran in a million different directions. “I brought you here tonight to open your mind to possibilities. I hope that you’re going to enjoy what we’re about to see. That said, if you’re uncomfortable and want to leave, just tell me and we’ll go.” There was no dominance in his tone, and he wasn’t ordering me.
    It made me want to enjoy whatever it was that we were about to see, though his words made me nervous. I thought of a thousand possibilities as we waited for the lights to come back up—was it