“You look amazing.”
Despite the nerves making her stomach cramp, Talia smiled. “I really didn’t know what to wear. I’ve never been to a sex party before.”
Dane smiled and those cramps became butterflies that fluttered in a flock. “It’s not a sex party, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can leave early—”
“No. No, I wasn’t suggesting we don’t go. I want to go. I just don’t want to . . . impede your fun.”
“Haven’t you figured out yet that I am having fun? With you.”
Her smile widened as she joined him in the hall, making sure the door to her suite at Haven closed behind her. She’d arrived only an hour ago, close to nine p.m., and hadn’t seen anyone yet. “So am I. With you.”
“Good. Then you don’t have anything to worry about tonight. Tonight is all about having fun.”
He stuck out his elbow for her to take and she did, walking with him to the elevator.
“I guess I just wonder how this works. I mean, do we all just sit around and talk until someone gives the signal and everyone picks a partner and starts to go at it?”
Dane stopped at the elevator but didn’t push the button. They were alone in the hall, but she couldn’t help herself. She kept her voice pitched low, worried someone might hear her.
She’d been going back and forth in her head all day. She wanted to go. Her curiosity was huge, but she didn’t want to get there and be paralyzed. And ruin Dane’s night.
“There’s no signal since everyone is paired off. We’ll have some food, a few drinks, and let things progress.”
Progress, huh? Sure, she could do that. She wanted to let things progress. It was just going to be weird.
Yeah, if that’s true, why are you so excited?
And she was. Absolutely no denying that.
She looked up at Dane, who still hadn’t pushed the button and was staring down at her.
His eyebrows lifted and he stared down at her with a look she was beginning to recognize. The one that questioned without being judgmental. He had that one down to an art.
“Seriously. I’m fine.” She leaned closer, and he bent his head until her lips were only centimeters from his ear. “I’m actually looking forward to seeing you out of those clothes.”
Now his lips curved in a way she’d grown addicted to, and she couldn’t help but smile back.
And that excitement continued to grow.
Now he pressed the elevator button.
“I like the dress.”
She looked down at the pale purple sweaterdress that had a line of functioning buttons up the side from the skirt hem to her waist and another set on the opposite side from the waist to below the raglan sleeve.
It looked good on her and was simple enough that she didn’t look like she was trying too hard.
Looking back up, she returned his smile, letting her excitement seep into it. “Thanks. I figured . . . easy access.”
His grin got a little naughtier. “I appreciate the gesture.”
A seductive affair is twisted by secrets in the latest Salon Games novel from the author of Over Exposed.
To the outside world, Dane Connelly is the playboy heir of a media mogul, his life a series of one-night stands with no commitments. Only in the Salon does he satisfy his darker urges with willing partners. Life was perfect…until his best friend fell in love. Now Dane knows exactly what he’s been missing—and exactly who he wants.
Talia Driscoll enjoys creating perfection. She loves bright, glittery parties and fairy tale weddings. But she knows the illusion is short-lived. Nothing lasts forever and everyone lies to get what they want. After all, she lies about her true identity every day.
After an explosive night at the Salon, Dane is determined to sway the reluctant Talia to be his completely. But the secrets that keep them apart are at odds with the erotic passion that draws them together…
Praise for the Salon Games novels:
“Ms. Julian gives the readers what they want and so much more.”--Fallen Angel Reviews
“An emotionally charged journey filled with lust, betrayal and secrets.”--RT Book Reviews
“Stephanie Julian know[s] how to write seriously hot, melt your e-reader sex scenes.”--Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews
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Stephanie Julian writes sophisticated, sultry romance for the adventurous reader. She’s a reformed reporter with a BA in English and a perpetually messy house (and no real desire to do anything about that).
She’s happily married to a Springsteen fanatic and is the mother of two sons who introduced her to the joys of Slipknot, Warped Tour and never-ending headaches.