She quickly cut him off. “I did come with a friend, but she seems to have forgotten all about me.” She smiled, genuinely happy for the first time all evening. “I'm all yours, Mr. Adrian. Lead the way."
Gideon leaned toward her and whispered, “A very lovely thought, Lori.” Then he started walking her out of the overstuffed room, leaving her to wonder at his words. When he reached the doors to the parking lot, he stopped and turned back to face her. He moved closer, and she could smell the hot, masculine scent of him. Her pussy throbbed to life.
"I think it's fair to warn you that I'm very attracted to you."
Lori rewarded him with her own little confession. “I'm very attracted to you, too."
He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek, then murmured, “I'm glad. I'd hate this to be all one-sided."
Lori swallowed around a lump in her throat, then without another word, he led the way out of the huge elaborate party hall. They moved quickly down the large marble steps to his car. He let go of her hand while he put her into his black Jaguar, then took hold of her again after he was behind the wheel and on the road.
She liked his hand. It was big and strong. Secure. Lori glanced over at him, wondering what he was thinking. In the darkness, she swore she saw him smile. It was a feral and wicked expression, and her stomach jumped.
This was either going to be the biggest mistake of her life, or the most exciting thing she'd ever done.
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Chapter Two
He'd taken her to a bar? Stranger still, Lori was actually having fun. With a man no less! That hadn't happened in a very long time. To top it off, he seemed to be somewhat enraptured by her. She wasn't sure what to make of it, or him.
They were in a little dive of a place on the other side of town. He must have been a frequent customer, because he knew the bartender by name and asked for his usual, which, as it turned out, was a light beer. She ordered the same, and they sat at a little booth. She didn't need to look around to know the patrons were staring at her. She was one of the few women in the place who wasn't wearing jeans and a T-shirt. She must have stuck out like a sore thumb in her expensive black dress. Not that it mattered, she was just glad to be out with a man who wasn't belittling her. Besides, after being alone for the past seven months, it was way past time for some excitement. She'd damn well earned it.
As Lori sipped her cold beer, she had the feeling Gideon was thinking about her, and his thoughts weren't pure in nature either. Then again, Gideon Adrian was no angel. Anyone could see that by his art.
His intense blue eyes focused on her as if she were the only person in the room. It was a thrilling notion. What would it be like to make love to someone like him? Pure heaven, no doubt.
Lori imagined a candlelit room where the only piece of furniture was an enormous cherry wood four-poster bed. They would both be nude. In his strong, callused hands, he held a leather whip and multicolored silk scarves. He'd approach the bed, she'd
be sprawled out for him, and he'd use the scarves to secure her. Then he'd drag the soft leather over her skin, making her eager and nervous at the same time.
She shook her head and forced her mind back to reality. Who was she trying to kid? Her one relationship had ended up in an engagement, then one year later a break up. It'd been a mediocre relationship that had led to a bitter end. What did she know about sexual delights?
She stopped her mental musings and looked across the table, then realized she wasn't being a very good date. Gideon's gaze was warm, tender, and she wondered what he was thinking in that moment.
"So, Mr. Adrian, what made you want to leave a party being held in your honor?” She propped her head on her fist. “I should think you'd want to celebrate."
"I am celebrating. With you.” He winked and Lori nearly melted. “And please, call me Gideon.” He stroked his thumb across the back of her hand, the hand he still hadn't surrendered.
"So, what brought you to my party, Lori?"
He said her name like a caress, and Lori had to remind herself to breathe. She looked down at the table, mesmerized at the feel of his thumb stroking over her palm. Once more Lori wondered what it would be like to have him touching more than her hand. She blinked and looked back up at him and realized he'd asked her a question.
"Margaret, the woman I came with, insists I need to get out more. Plus, I admit I was a little curious about the man behind the statues.” She felt her face heat. To hide her embarrassment she took a sip of her beer.
"Well, I'm very glad Margaret insisted,” Gideon murmured. “The party was pretty boring until I saw you.” Gideon's fingers drifted over the inside of her wrist, and she shivered. “Tell me, Lori, what do you think of my work?"
His manner might have been polite, but Lori had the feeling he could be very demanding. “I think what you do is very impressive. I enjoy the flowing lines and curves of your statues.” She frowned, thinking of the focus of his work. “You sculpt people in such intimate positions. Why erotic art? Why not something less X-rated?” She was curious to know where he got his inspiration. His smile was intimate, and it affected her as nothing else ever had.
"It fascinates me. Men and women making love in passionate ways is a joy to create.” His voice dropped an octave. “Women are interesting creatures in and of themselves. You have the joy of procreation. To bring another life into the world. I don't see it X-rated to sculpt such an extraordinary thing. Without love, without passion, where would we be? We need it, as badly as we need water. Passion is what makes us good at our job. It makes us good at what's important. To me the nude form, be it male or female, is beauty. Pure and simple. Thankfully Marie, my agent, feels the same way.” Then he angled his head slightly and asked, “Do you find making love vulgar, Lori? Does the nude form put you off or is it a thing to cherish?"
She was speechless. He was so fervent about his work, so deep. She had no idea. Lori sat up a little straighter. “I find making love an intimate thing, to be shared between two people deeply in love. That love should be handled with care. Otherwise, someone invariably gets hurt."
He was quiet for a moment as if absorbing her words; then he asked, “Has someone hurt you, Lori?"
His question put her on the defensive. “Hasn't everyone been hurt a time or two? It happens. You move on."
"Yes, it happens, but that doesn't make it any less harmful.” Gideon's face hardened. “You don't deserve to be hurt. You deserve to be cherished. Like my statues, you have beauty in you.” He paused and then, “I'd like to sculpt you.” Lori's eyes widened, but Gideon only smiled. “Would you let me? I want to see your passion, Lori."