Seductively: Playing for Hearts Book 2 (Crimson Romance) by Debra Kayn Page A

“I can solve the problem.”
    In the living room, he held his black blazer open in front of him. She walked to him, sliding her arms into the sleeves. The jacket fell to mid-thigh, past her dress and big enough to wrap around her twice.
    He rolled the sleeves above her elbows. She posed, feeling more like a football player with the added padding on her shoulders.
    “Mm … ” Dominic stepped back and appraised her new outfit.
    “Too much? Too manly? Too stupid to be seen at the club when every other woman will be knock out gorgeous?”
    “Hell no,” he whispered. “Even better. No one can argue with us about our relationship. You’re my woman.”
    What was it with him enjoying seeing his clothes on her? She pulled her hair out from under the collar, choosing to ignore his kink for tonight, because she sorta dug the
I’m taken
style that came with wearing his jacket.
    He hesitated before opening the door. She ran into his back, clutched his shirt, and steadied herself. The four-inch heels were higher than she normally wore.
    “Are you sure we shouldn’t call the security team?” he asked. “It’d be safer.”
    “We need to look authentic. Nobody will believe we’re lovers out for a night of alone time if we’re dragging your thugs around.”
    “Stay close to me.” He sighed. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”
    To her delight, he handed the keys to the Porsche over to her. She grinned as she slid into the driver’s seat. The leather seats caressed the back of her legs.
    A few times during the drive, she sped over the speed limit. She glanced at Dominic. He smiled as if he understood her desire to ignore the rules for the night. She tried to pretend the excitement racing through her veins came from operating the Porsche.
    Driving was only the whip cream on her piece of Dominic pie. Alone, he gave her all of his attention. The spark of attraction hovered below the surface, becoming harder to ignore. It was in the way he helped her into his jacket, the way his gaze heated her core, and the way it felt to sit beside a man almost twice her size and come away feeling feminine and cared for.
    For once, she enjoyed forgetting about her personal deadline she’d set to own a bed and breakfast, or her job at the hotel, or how her parents would freak when she splurged out on her own and gambled with her life savings by buying the Ferriday House. Tonight was all about her and Dom, even if they were only pretending.
    Somehow when they arrived at their destination, Dominic arranged a way through the backdoor of the Pulse nightclub. Rushed through the stairway and sequestered into the VIP room on the second floor overlooking the dance floor and bar, she collapsed in a chair, laughing.
    “The point of being seen in public was to actually mingle with the crowd.” She wiggled out of his jacket, hitched her dress higher, and peered out to the packed club below them. “This is wild. I’m definitely no longer at the Quayside, but I’m afraid no one will see us up here all alone.”
    “I’m not so sure we should do this.” He sank down onto the chair. “I don’t want you getting mixed up in the crowd.
    “Oh, come on, Dom.” She leaned forward. “Live a little.”
    The waitress came in their room. Diana glanced down, making sure her dress stayed put. When she peered back at the woman, it wouldn’t have mattered if she was naked and doing the hula hoop. Dominic had the woman’s whole attention.
    This time, she wasn’t giving an inch. She reached over and slipped her fingers into his hand. He gave her a squeeze back.
    “What would you like to drink?” he asked.
    “Depends. Are you driving or am I?”
    He chuckled. “I will.”
    “Blue Lagoon then.”
    Dominic shifted to the waitress. “My girlfriend will have a Blue Lagoon. I’ll have whatever beer you have on tap.”
    The waitress sighed. “I get off in an hour. Will you still be here?”
    Dominic’s mouth opened, and before he could say anything, Diana