I lifted the receiver and said, “Good morning, you’ve rea—”
“Dane Davenport?” a familiar voice clipped. “That’s the guy you’re seeing? Dane Davenport?”
I balled up my hand. “I’m working, Owen.”
“For a guy you’re also dating, right?”
“What gave you that idea?” I asked airily.
“My boss saw you both having dinner on Saturday night. He said you looked real cozy.”
“Dane and I often attend business dinners together.”
“Don’t try to blow me off, Vee. Jesus, I can’t believe you’re with Davenport. It doesn’t make sense. You’d never be so unprofessional as to sleep with your boss.”
No, I wouldn’t. I’d simply have fun imagining it. Lots and lots of fun.
“He doesn’t do relationships, Vee. Maybe he’ll offer you a fling, but that’s it. You’re worth more. If he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“And you do?”
He sighed. “No. I let you down. But don’t you think we’ve both paid for my mistake long enough?”
I frowned. “You seem to have this insane idea that I’ve been holding a candle for you all these years.”
“You loved me, Vee. You loved me enough to wear my ring. I think a part of you still does, even though you might not want to.”
“You’re wrong. Even if I wasn’t happy with someone else, I wouldn’t go back to you. Not ever. Don’t call me again.” I placed down the receiver.
“Problem?” a voice asked from behind.
My pulse spiked, but I managed not to jump. Slowly turning to face Dane, I folded my arms. “Just Owen.”
Dane twisted his mouth and then tipped his chin toward his office. Only once I’d followed him inside and closed the door did he speak again. “What did he want?”
“He called to ask if you’re the guy I told him I was seeing,” I replied. “His boss saw us together on Saturday, apparently.”
“And?”
“I didn’t confirm or deny we’re dating, but Owen seems sure we are. He doesn’t believe you’re serious about me, though. He thinks you’d only want a fling. He also can’t make sense of me doing something as unprofessional as sleeping with my boss.”
“Hmm.” Dane leaned back against his desk. “We’re going on another date this weekend.”
“Another restaurant?” I asked.
“No. This time, you’re going as my plus-one to a charity ball. Not as my PA, as my official date.”
I lifted my brows. “So, we’re ‘coming out,’ so to speak?”
“Yes. People at the event will ask questions, especially my brothers. We’ll tell them that we’ve been a couple for a few months. I don’t want them thinking we’re idly dating. I want them to believe this is serious. So make sure you put on your best acting hat on Saturday at the gala—we’ll have a hell of a show to put on.”
Chapter Five
Butterflies frantically took wing in my stomach as we entered the ballroom of the opulent hotel. It was truly beautiful with vaulted ceilings, marble flooring, sparkling chandeliers, and intricate crown molding on the walls.
Thick, scarlet drapes framed the pretty French windows. A spiral staircase led to a second level, where I could just make out a few tables and chairs. I wondered if that was where they’d be holding the gala’s dinner and auction.
Muted laughter and the murmur of voices flowed throughout the space. A lone male played soft, classical music on a grand piano. White-gloved waiters meandered through the ballroom, offering canapés and flutes of champagne to the many guests—all of whom were dressed in tuxedos or gowns, much like Dane and I were.
My floor-length, ruby red chiffon gown was gorgeous. Dane had tried giving me money to buy one, but I’d point-blank refused and lied that I already had one. In truth, I hadn’t wanted to take any cash from him to buy clothes. It would have felt weird.
I’d originally intended to pin my hair up into an elaborate do, as many of the other female guests had done. Dane had asked me to wear it down. When I’d asked why, he’d merely replied, “Because I like it down.” To be honest, I’d still had every intention of pinning it up, but I’d been running late so I hadn’t had time.
My hand flexed around my satin clutch. “There’s a whole lot of people here.” I spotted several of Dane’s business associates. There were also a few celebrities, including an English model, Jaxxon Carter, and her race-driver husband, Connor McKenzie.
Most of the attendees stood around in clusters, deep in conversation. Others breezed around the room, admiring the décor. The event organizers had used a beautiful combination of gold, silver, white, and copper tones that worked well in the large space. There were also floral arrangements here, there, and everywhere.
Dane grabbed two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and gave one to me. “Here.”
“Thank you.” I sipped at the bubbly liquid. “Are your brothers and their wives here yet?”
“Not that I’ve noticed.” He curled an arm around my waist and cupped my hip, making my pulse jump. Jesus, he smelled good. His signature cologne was sensual, mysterious, and powerfully masculine. It made me want to lick him all up.
“Stay close to me,” he added.
I took a steadying sip of my drink. “Will do.”
I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so nervous. It was just a fundraising gala ball, for heaven’s sake. But, to be fair, I was under a lot of pressure tonight. Our fake dates were easier when we were seemingly exercising subtlety. My job this evening was to convince people I was enamored with Dane, but I had to be careful to not overdo it. And I’d need to stop my body from going into meltdown after a night of him touching me more openly than normal—which would be easier said than done.
If I couldn’t get through this gala without losing my nerves, I’d never get through my upcoming, fake wedding. Just thinking of it made my stomach roll.
Reaching for humor to lighten my mood, I joked, “So, should I call you babycakes from now on or something?”
Dane gave me a droll look. “No.”
“Shnookums? Dear one? Sugar lips? Light of my life? Ooh, I know—big daddy.”
He sighed and shook his head, but his eyes were dancing. “Only you, Vienna. Only you.” He guided me across the room to a group of people I didn’t recognize.
One beamed at him. “Ah, Dane.”
My fake date nodded. “Cliff.”
Cliff’s eyes drifted to me, gleaming with speculation. “And who is this beautiful guest of yours?”
“This is my Vienna,” said Dane, his voice loaded with possession. And, yep, several sets of eyebrows lifted high.
Cliff blinked. “Your Vienna? Like that, is it?”
“Wouldn’t you claim such a stunning creature if you could?”
Cliff grinned. “Oh, I sure would.”
Dane looked down at me, one corner of his mouth kicking up into a warm, sexy smile that made me tingle in all the best places.
After the group asked us a few questions, such as how we met and how long we’d been dating, the conversation switched to business. No surprise there. A lot of networking went on at such events. But as that wasn’t Dane’s main purpose tonight, it wasn’t long before he moved us on.