He was tall and broad. His chin was square, nose just imperfect enough to be masculine. His blue eyes sparkled with what she swore had to be hidden secrets. And even fresh out of the bull riding arena, he smelled fantastic. She supposed hed probably showered. But it wasnt any shampoo or cologne shed reacted to last night. It was pure, male pheromones that had pushed up her pulse and made her skin tingle in anticipation of his touch.
When hed pressed their bodies together, a rush of pure arousal had flooded her system. Through the back of her thin, satin tank top, shed felt the individual calluses on his fingertips. Her breasts had brushed his denim shirt, teasing her nipples, making them embarrassingly hard. Under her own hands, shed felt the solid strength of his shoulders, the shift of his muscles, and shed longed to touch every inch of him.
Dancing with Travis was like secretly watching an erotic movie, or spending a weeks pay at the spa or eating chocolate cupcakes with gobs of buttercream icing. You knew you shouldnt, but sometimes a woman couldnt help herself.
Now, she made her way to the Sinatra Room to attend a panel on emerging market tariff relief. There was a refreshment stand in the south lobby, and shed left herself time to pick up a cup of coffee and a muffin. She was thankful that shed stopped after one martini last night. For a few minutes there, shed been tempted to order another.
There you are, Dani, came Randals friendly voice. I dont know how I missed you last night.
Good morning, Randal. She quickened her pace.
Are you going to the tariff panel?
She was tempted to say no so he wouldnt join her. But it was an important panel. And if he saw her there later, it would just be embarrassing.
I am, she answered. Just got to grab a coffee first. She veered off to the right.
Coffee sounds great. He kept pace. Ill buy. So, howve you been? How are things in Chicago?
Good, Danielle replied. Business is brisk.
You got the letter from Nester and Hedley?
I did.
They joined the long line snaking out of the small coffee shop.
Nice offer? he pressed.
Did you have something to do with that?
Randal held up his palms in a gesture of innocence. I wish I had that kind of clout.
She checked his expression, not sure whether she was buying it or not. You didnt bring me to the partners attention?
I did not. I think they were impressed by the Schneider Pistole merger.
Danielle still wasnt convinced. And how did they know about Schneider and Pistole?
Everybody knows about Schneider and Pistole. You successfully navigated some very protectionist waters. Bookmakers were giving it seven to one against.
Very funny.
The line moved ahead, and they squeezed to one side to let departing patrons get past. The aromas of icing and cinnamon teased Danielles senses. Shed told herself to go with a whole grain, fruit muffin. But the sweet confection was tempting.
Randals attention went to the menu board near the ceiling. I was saying to Laura just last week
Is Laura one of the partners? Danielle found it hard to believe hed had nothing to do with the offer.
Lauras my girlfriend.
You have a girlfriend?
Dont sound so surprised.
I thought...I mean... Danielle didnt quite know where to go with this. Shed assumed he wanted to rekindle things with her. Had her ego led her that far astray?
Im a young, decently intelligent, decently looking man with a bright professional future.
Of course you are. But the declaration sounded artificial even to her own ears.
Randal chuckled. You should come to D.C., Danielle. Its where all the action is.
Theres a lot going on in Chicago, too.
They came to the counter.
Why do I get the feeling youve maxed out there? He looked to the clerk. Two large coffees, one with cream and sugar, one black. Then he raised his brow to Danielle. That still right?
She nodded. She still sweetened and softened her coffee.
Ill take a blueberry bran muffin, she told the young woman.
Same for me, said Randal, reaching for his wallet.
You dont have to buy.
You wouldnt say that if you saw the number of zeros on my bonus check.
The clerk grinned brightly at his joke as she rang in their order, obviously aware that she was serving a good-looking, successful guy.
That explains the Fendi suit, said Danielle.
Come and work with me. The salary they quoted is only the beginning.
Im thinking about it, she admitted, accepting one of the cardboard cups, and balancing the muffin in her other hand.
Good. His smile went wide.
There was a momentary, overly friendly glint in his eye that gave her pause. But she quickly squelched her suspicion. The man had a girlfriend. The idea that he was still pining over her after all these years was ridiculous.
Still, as they started to walk away, he touched her elbow, and something familiar moved up her spine. She shook off the ridiculous reaction, stepping to one side. It was over between them. He had another girlfriend. And she was absolutely not one of those women who took another look at her ex as soon as he was taken by somebody else.
She took a nibble of the dense, molasses-based muffin as she navigated her way through the milling crowd. As she moved into the big lobby, a movement flashed at the corner of her eye. She turned her head and scanned the cavernous space. Suddenly, her gaze caught and held, a sensual awareness washing through her in earnest.
She swallowed.
Travis was leaning indolently against a marble pillar. He should have looked out of place in a plaid Western shirt and faded blue jeans amidst a sea of dark, designer suits, but he didnt. Somehow, the lawyers looked out of place around him.
Hows the muffin? asked Randal, his voice startling her.
Mmm. Good. She gave an appreciative nod.
Randal glanced at his watch, making a right turn toward the meeting room. Wed better hurry.
I guess. She wondered why Travis was here so early in the morning. In fact, why was he here at all? Last night, hed told her he was staying at the Blonde Desert just off the Strip.
She half expected him to approach them. But he didnt. Just stood here, watching, a half smile on his face.
Dani? Randal prompted, stopping a half step ahead.
For some reason his voice was starting to grate.
Im coming, she answered, peering at Travis a moment longer.
Then she determinedly went ahead, setting a course for the panel discussion, determined to ignore Traviss presence, but fully aware of his form in her peripheral vision.
She wondered if he had a cell phone. If she knew the number, she could send him a text and ask him what he was doing in the hotel. It occurred to her that Caleb likely knew. She could text Caleb and ask him for Traviss cell. Would that be weird?
Over there, said Randal, as they moved with the flow of the crowd through a set of double doors.
Astrid was waving at them from a classroom style table, on the aisle, halfway up the room. Seats were filling fast, and the panel participants were taking their places at the front of the room. Danielle parked her shoulder bag under the table and took the seat next to Astrid. She draped her purse over the back of the chair, while Randal sat down next to her. Odette and Nadine arrived, and they squished one more chair into the table, pushing Randals shoulder against Danielles.
Astrid was waving at them from a classroom style table, on the aisle, halfway up the room. Seats were filling fast, and the panel participants were taking their places at the front of the room. Danielle parked her shoulder bag under the table and took the seat next to Astrid. She draped her purse over the back of the chair, while Randal sat down next to her. Odette and Nadine arrived, and they squished one more chair into the table, pushing Randals shoulder against Danielles.
Just like old times, he joked in her ear, harkening back to their days in law school.
Astrid leaned forward, looking across Danielle to answer Randal. At least we dont have to write the bar exam this time.
Randal gave her an easy smile.
The moderator spoke into the microphone, asking people to get settled, and the rest of the audience quickly took their seats.
Though the speakers were well-versed in their specialties, and the debate was lively, Danielle couldnt get her mind off Travis, wondering if he was still in the lobby, and what had brought him there in the first place.
Two hours in, when one of the audience members wandered off on an arcane point of law to do with protocols for the functioning of supranational tribunals, she gave in and slipped from her seat. Randal looked surprised and none too pleased at having to move his seat to let her pass. She took her purse but left her shoulder bag, letting everyone think she was going to the ladies room.
Shed be right back. The odds that Travis was still out there were overwhelmingly small.
But, there he was.
One of the uniformed women had stepped out from behind the now-empty conference check-in desk and was talking and laughing with him. His gaze lifted, and he caught sight of Danielle. She stopped, not exactly sure what to do. She could still pretend she was going to the ladies room, avoid even acknowledging him.
He didnt move, and neither did she.
Finally, she decided this was ridiculous. She wanted to know what he was doing here, and shed go and ask him. She started across the mostly empty space, occupied only by hotel and conference staff, and the odd delegate who, like her, had stepped temporarily out of their session.
Her heels clicked on the marble floor. She was conscious of every step. Traviss face was impassive, but he kept watching as she grew closer.
Sounds good, he said to the young, blonde woman. Ill talk to you later.
Then he nodded to Danielle. Hi there.
The woman watched over her shoulder with obvious curiosity as she moved back to the long registration table.
What are you doing here? Danielle asked without preamble.
I was getting a coffee, but then Melanie and I started chatting.
Danielle cast a reflexive glance to the woman who wasnt even hiding her interest. I meant, what are you doing at this hotel? You said you were at the Blonde Desert.
When the Emperor Plaza found out I was a bull riding champion, they comped a suite.
Did you flash your belt buckle?
He grinned. Never thought of that.
How did they know?
Travis nodded toward the closed door of the meeting room. He in there with you?
You mean Randal?
You still think its just business?
Absolutely. More than ever. In fact, she was embarrassed now that shed ever thought it might be something else.
Travis cracked a mocking half smile.
What?
For such a smart woman, youre really not a very smart woman.
Yeah? Well, for such a dumb cowboy, you really are a dumb cowboy.
If shed hoped to get a rise out of him, it didnt work. His expression never faltered.
Youre reading way too much into this, she told him, glancing guiltily toward the meeting room, thinking she needed to get back there and catch the end of the session.
No, Im not, said Travis.
She decided to put a stop to the debate. Hes got a girlfriend back in D.C.
Not a very good one.
Danielle folded her arms across her chest. Now, thats just absurd. You dont know a single thing about her. Danielle didnt even know her name.
I know hes thinking about cheating on her.
Youre clairvoyant as well as a bull rider?
You dont need to be clairvoyant to read lust in somebodys expression.
Danielles thoughts faltered, taking her down a worrisome pathway. Was it me?
That hes lusting after?
No. I mean, did I say something, or do something to make it look like I was interested in him?
Travis rocked back ever so slightly. Are you interested in him?
No. I mean, I dont think so. But I could be one of those women.
One of what women?
The ones who dont want a guy, but dont want any other woman to have him, either. I mean, maybe when I heard he had a girlfriend, I subconsciously started getting jealous.
Youre not one of those women.
How do you know for sure? I might be. What an incredibly distasteful character trait.
Its not you. Its him. He sends out possessive vibes for about a hundred yards.
We havent seen each other in four years.
Doesnt matter, Travis confidently drawled.
The sound of applause drifted through the walls. Seconds later, four sets of double doors opened across the lobby, people spilling out in a steady stream. She guessed that answered whether or not she was going to catch the end of the session.
Here he comes, said Travis.
Danielle followed the trajectory of his gaze.
Straight for you.
Hes got my bag.
A convenient excuse.
A gentlemanly act.
Travis coughed out a laugh.
You just cant believe you might have it wrong, she challenged.
Hell ask you to lunch, Travis predicted. And when you tell him youre having lunch with me, itll kill him. Hell say or do something to put me in my place. Hell be absolutely compelled to point out the cultural differences between you and me, and how hes the better man.
Im not going for lunch with you.
Mark my words, said Travis as Randal arrived.
You left your bag behind, said Randal, sparing a fleeting glance in Traviss direction.
Thank you, Danielle offered, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction.
Travis Jacobs, Travis introduced himself, holding out his hand.
Randal seemed to hesitate for a split second. Randal Kleinfeld. He shook hands. I went to Harvard with Danielle.
So, I hear, said Travis.
Randal turned his attention back to Danielle. So, what would you like to do for lunch?
She could all but hear Traviss mocking thoughts, feel him daring her to test his theory. If she did, shed be stuck going to lunch with him. If she didnt, hed probably never let her live it down. But when Randal didnt try to put Travis in his place the way Travis had predicted, Danielle would feel as if shed won something, too.
It was worth a lunch with Travis, she decided.
Im so sorry, she told Randal. But Travis and I have just made lunch plans.
Randals attention darted briefly to Travis. His eyes narrowed as if he was none too happy. But when he spoke to Danielle, his expression smoothed out again.