“Or not,monsieur.”
“Touché, Nicolas.” I headed for the front doors while Nicolas hung back at the SUV.
I smiled as I walked under the Erotic Heritage Museum’s huge neon sign. Hannah definitely knew how to break the ice. My smile turned into a grin when I cleared the doors and saw Hannah in all her date-night glory. Wearing a figure-skimmingdark green dress with some brown swirls in the pattern here and there, her outfit mirrored her gorgeous eyes that I’d been so captivated by last night. But now I couldn’t take my eyes off the curve of her breasts and the way her nipples hardened in the air-conditioned space. It might’ve been October, but that didn’t mean squat in Las Vegas. Not that I was complaining. The change oftemperatures did wonderful things to Hannah’s lovely breasts. I couldn’t wait to see them for myself. Weigh them in my hands. Rub my thumb against their tips. Taste her tight, throbbing nipples.
While I’d been busy checking her out, Hannah had been buried in her phone’s screen, biting her lip as she typed something. She smiled. Then, a beat later, my mobile inside my pocket dinged. Her head jerkedup at the sound and the look on her face had my heart pounding in my chest. Joy mixed with naughty anticipation.
I grinned back at her and closed the distance between us. “Bonjour, mon chou.”
“Hi,” she whispered huskily as I drew her into my arms and kissed both of her cheeks.
“I hope I haven’t been keeping you long?” I drew back but kept one arm at her back.
“I, uh. No. No, I haven’t beenwaiting long.” Her cheeks grew redder the longer I stood there and didn’t say anything.
It was a dick move on my part, but she was just so goddamn cute.
I waited a beat and enjoyed the way she bit her lip and avoided my gaze. It was enchanting. Exciting. Made me want to pound on my chest like a caveman. Especially considering she had no idea who I really was.
Or did she?
I couldn’t deny thesuspicion that ran through my head. Particularly given my own deception. Was she the one playing an elaborate game? Were her coquettish mannerisms just a con? Did she know my actual identity?
Hannah smiled up at me and tilted her head. “Are you ready to start our tour?”
I relaxed somewhat at her innocent expression. “When you mentioned showing me the sights, this wasn’t exactly what I imagined.”
“Really? It should be on all the Vegas top-ten lists.”
I gently guided us toward the tacky enclosed ticket booth. “Do you bring all your first dates to the Erotic Museum?”
“Err, not exactly.” Her breathing hitched when I drew her toward me to avoid a collision with a group of men dressed in leather pants and button-up shirts. “And besides, this is our second date.”
I had to laugh at that qualification.“Do you usually bring yourseconddates here?”
“No, not usually. But it is a good indicator if we’ll be a match or not.”
“So you said last night. Something about grading me?”
“Hey, so far so good. You’ve made it to night two, right?” Hannah hitched her shoulder in a shrug. “Judging you on first impressions got you onto the dance floor with me. Your performance on the dance floor and your kissgot you a second date.”
I nodded silently as I conceded her point.
“And what happens tonight will determine…other things.”
We stopped at the end of the line for tickets. Or I did. Hannah jostled into my side when I suddenly stopped.
“Oh, sorry.” She rubbed my shoulder where her head bumped into me.
“I don’t bruise easily. What do you mean by ‘other things’?” I stared into her eyes as I askedthe question but in my mind I was picturing her perfect breasts again. And hoping I’d see them before the end of the night.
Hannah tilted her head as she faced me. “You know, the usual progression of dating.”
Actually, I didn’t. I’d never had a traditional girlfriend. There were the girls who I hooked up with on a casual basis while I was in the military, and the debutantes and the society womenI’d stood too close to when pictures were being taken, but I’d never actually done the courting thing before. “Ah, right. Dating.”
“Wait, is that not how things are done in Monaco?”
“I can’t exactly speak for the Monaco dating scene. I’ve been mostly abroad since school—in England, then in France with the military.”
