The Millionaire's Unexpected Proposal (Entangled Indulgence) by Jane Peden Page A

bench.”
    “You threw him a party?”
    “No, the lawyers had a party. Judge Stevenson wasn’t invited.”
    “Well, I thought he was charming,” she said.
    “Right. I think you’re the one who’s been charming every man in the room between the ages of nineteen and eighty.”
    She looked up at him from under those long lashes—had he noticed before how really long her lashes were? He’d certainly noticed those brilliantly blue eyes before, but at the moment he couldn’t seem to take his own eyes off them.
    “Why don’t you try charming me, Camilla?” he said, and she laughed softly.
    “Is that what you want, Sam?”
    What he wanted wasn’t something he could discuss in public, so he settled for pulling her out onto the dance floor just as the band was settling into a slow and sultry ballad.
    The champagne would keep flowing through dinner, Sam knew, in the hopes that wallets would get looser once dessert was served and the bidding started on auction items that nobody needed but many would be unable to resist.
    Camilla danced effortlessly and beautifully, and he reminded himself that her mother had been a former dancer turned Vegas showgirl, so apparently she came by it naturally.
    She seemed to anticipate his every move, dancing as if they were one body. As the song slowed, she slid both arms up, clasping her hands behind his neck and resting her cheek against him. His hands moved to her waist and he resisted the urge to slide them down just a little lower over the smooth fabric that hugged her bottom.
    He’d wanted people to think he could barely keep his hands off her. He hadn’t counted on it being true.
    When the song ended and they headed back to the table, Jonathon was watching them with unabashed speculation.
    “You have a problem?” Sam asked as he sat down beside him, with Camilla on Sam’s other side.
    “Not as long as you tell me it’s your brain that’s still doing the thinking.”
    “Nothing to worry about,” Sam assured him, but he leaned over to Camilla, his lips close to her ear.
    “What do you think you were doing out there?”
    Instead of answering, she turned her head toward him. Her lips were a tantalizing fraction of an inch from his own, and it was the most natural thing in the world to brush his mouth across hers. That was all he meant it to be—a quick brush of lips.
    She responded by putting her hand behind his neck and pulling him closer so that he appeared, to anyone watching, to be pushing against her instead of the other way around. He could taste champagne on those slick red lips as they parted in invitation, beguiling him, pulling him into a kiss that was hot and demanding. They only moved apart when an amused voice from across the table asked if maybe they would like to get a room.
    Then the little witch actually blushed prettily, and cooed, “Oh, Sam, you’re embarrassing me.”
    She looked over at the banker who shared their table as Jonathon’s guest and said she was so sorry to carry on like that, and she’d try to behave.
    Which of course had the man falling all over himself assuring her he’d only been kidding, and yet another man fell under her spell. His wife was apparently equally charmed, as she told Camilla how “refreshing” it was to see a young couple so obviously in love.
    You’d think she’d have stopped there, Sam reflected as the evening progressed, but no. Instead she took every opportunity to whisper in his ear, gaze adoringly at him with those amazing eyes, and still manage to give the impression all the time that he was the one pursuing her. By the time dessert was served, her chair had ended up a good six inches closer to him, and a long, silky leg had somehow gotten intertwined with his. If she got any closer she’d be sitting in his lap.
    When he’d told her to play the devoted couple he’d never expected her to take it so literally. And he was sure now that she was completely enjoying his discomfort while she put on her little