take advantage of it. I wouldnât want her efforts to go to waste.â
Siobhan smiled and said softly, âI guess not.â
âWould you like to dance?â
She hesitated briefly then placed her soft hand in his.
Justin led her out to the dance floor, slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body, but was careful enough to leave a respectable space between them. He didnât want to scare her off, or potentially feel the pointed toe of her shoe in his shin before he had a chance to finish the dance. âSo, are you with one of the safety companies?â She turned her face to meet his eyes. In her heels, she stood only a couple of inches shorter than his six-one height.
She stiffened in his embrace. âYes. Why?â
âI assume since this is a safety awards gala that everyone here is either affiliated with a company or looking to do so. And I was wondering if you enjoyed your job.â
âLet me guess. You have the next greatest safety invention you want to pitch,â she said almost accusingly.
Remembering the look on her face when the last man handed her his card, he said, âActually, I just want to dance with you. Have we met before? You seem familiarââ
Siobhan viewed him skeptically. âReally?â She stepped out of his arms, held out her hand and said curtly, âHow about we skip to the part where you hand me your business card and stop wasting my time?â
A no-nonsense sister. Justin reclaimed the distance and pulled her back into his embrace. âI donât have a business card to give you.â Well, that wasnât exactly true. He had several in his breast pocket, but, since he had finagled an invite to this shindig only to meet someone from Gray Home Safety, which she wasnât part of, he didnât want to pull one out and ruin his chances.
She stared at him for several seconds then relaxed in his arms. âSo, Justin, are you in the home-safety business?â
âI have a couple of products on the market,â he answered carefully. He felt her body stiffen again and added quickly, âAnd I like working for myself.â They continued swaying to the slow jazz tune without conversing. Someone bumped Siobhan, pushing her closer to him, and he groaned inwardly. Her voluptuous body molded to his, and it took every inch of his control not to take advantage. His hands wanted nothing more than to tour each curve and conduct his own private touch test.
Easing back a fraction, Justin hit the brakes on his runaway thoughts. He needed to remember the planâa dance, then find Mr. Gray. And that plan didnât include fantasies of exploring a more personal relationship with Siobhan Hunter.
Now, if he could just get his body to go along...
Chapter 2
S iobhan didnât want to be affected by the handsome man she danced with. But every time she tried to put some space between them, someone on the crowded dance floor bumped her, forcing their bodies closer together. Unlike her previous dance partnerâs offensive cologne, Justinâs scent was more like an aphrodisiac. She had a hard time not staring at his clean-shaven mahogany-brown face with eyes to match, and he had a deep baritone voice that made her body tingle in places long forgotten. Places she had purposely closed off. Justin Cartwright. He said she seemed familiar, and she searched her memory banks, but couldnât recall ever hearing his name. Then again, there was no way she would forget a man like him.
While dancing, she attempted to figure out his angle. Sure, he said he wanted only to dance, but so did the other half-dozen men who approached her tonight, then changed their tune as soon as, or not long after, the song ended, which was why she had given him her motherâs maiden name instead of her family name.
âYou never answered my question.â
Siobhanâs brows knit in confusion. âIâm sorryâwhat did you