Not because this sexier façade made him want her any more than he already did; that’d be impossible.But because now he knew every other man would want her, too. He didn’t like that idea at all. “Your timing is just fine.”Like an angry wet cat, Bonnie turned on Dakota. “No, it’s not. Surely you can tell that you’re interrupting a very private conversation.”“My bad.” Dakota started to go.Simon wrapped his fingers around her wrist and encountered warm, silky skin and deceptively delicate bones. When she turned her head toward him, her long hair cascaded over her shoulder.Dakota smelled like misted perfume and looked like scalding temptation. His heart beat faster. “What are you doing here, Dakota?”A seductive smile curved her mouth. “Just hoping to have some fun.” She freed her wrist, and tipped her chin up to him. “Is that a problem?”“Depends on who you plan to have fun with.” He directed his attention to the singer—and found him giving Bonnie an interested once-over.
