Moments of Clarity by Michele Cameron Page B

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    â€œNo.” She was breathless, and he had to bend his head even closer in order to catch her words.
    She didn’t see the satisfied smile on his lips as he laid his head on top of hers and left it there. They danced to the next three songs as if they were floating on air.
    Afterwards Sexton led her down the stairs, holding her hand tightly. Sasha didn’t know if it was because he feared her slipping in the dim light, but she loved the possessive way his hand clung to hers. When they reached their booth he stepped aside and allowed her to slide in.
    He sat down next to her, and after glancing around the room gave her a questioning look.
    Interpreting it correctly she shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know where they went.”
    The telephone in their booth rang and Sexton reached for it. “Hello? I don’t think that she’s interested, but I’ll ask her.” Holding the receiver out to her he said, “There’s a man on the telephone who would like to speak to you. Are you interested?”
    Sasha shook her head no. “I think that I have all the man that I can handle sitting here already.”
    Sexton gave her a sexy smile before he said, “She’s not interested.” He hung up the telephone, then took it off the receiver and let it hang so that they would not be interrupted again.
    â€œTell me what Sasha Diamond likes to do for fun.” Sexton slid his arm around her shoulders and let it rest on the back of the booth.
    As she reached for her half empty glass of champagne, Sexton stilled her hand and reached for the bottle in order to refill her glass. Then he reached into his pocket and withdrew his cellphone. He frowned as he read the text message. He reread it, frowned again and looked at Sasha. “They left. Calvin said that something came up and he would call me in the morning.”
    â€œWhat on earth happened?” Sasha asked.
    â€œI don’t know. He didn’t say, but it can’t be too much or I think he would have called instead of text messaging me.”
    â€œI guess so. Tiara and I were supposed to catch a cab downtown.”
    â€œI’ll see you home. You’re too beautiful to be running around at this time of night alone. New York City can be a dangerous place.”
    â€œDanger comes in many forms,” Sasha responded flirtatiously from under her eyelashes.
    â€œI got that,” he said. “You have nothing to fear from me, Miss Diamond. I have only good things in mind for you.”
    â€œIs that so?” Sasha queried. The sexual undercurrent of their conversation was so obvious that Sasha decided to be upfront about what she was thinking. “How much longer do you want to stay here?”
    Sexton looked down at his watch. The gold band glistened in the lighting. “Oh, about thirty seconds.”
    Sasha grinned. “Suits me just fine. I’m ready to leave if you are.”
    Once outside Sexton handed the valet a slip and waited for his car to be brought around.
    â€œWe’ve had more than a few drinks. Are you okay to drive?” Sasha asked.
    â€œThank you for caring. I guess that’s the nurse in you. Because of my size I can have a little more than the average person. Even with three glasses of champagne I’m not over the legal limit.”
    â€œGood thing,” Sasha said with relief. “I would hate to see you, or us for that matter in the arrested column tomorrow. I can’t think of anything more humiliating.”
    When the valet stopped in front of them, Sasha was thrilled to see that Sexton was driving her dream car. His black Chrysler Hemi 300 sparkled and for the second time that night, she compared herself to Cinderella the night of the ball when she met her Prince Charming. She mentally chided herself. Sexton is fine and nicer than you expected a pro basketball player to be, but do not lose your grip on reality. See this for what it