Her new companion had been the most watched man in the club, and Samantha Perry couldn’t help the sense of conquest when they stumbled into her hotel room. The room swayed and she had to clutch his shirt to stay on her feet. “Watch out, baby.” His husky whisper brushed her ear, sending chills down her spine. “I think you’re a little drunk.” She giggled. “You try walking in four-inch stilettos. I can barely manage these on the best of days.” He chuckled. “Fair enough, but damn they’re sexy.” Her hair clung around her shoulders, her blouse and jeans still damp. “How did I get so wet?” Her foggy memory offered no explanations. “Such open ended questions you ask.” He captured her lips in a hot, distracting kiss. “So many answers I could give.” He tugged the blouse over her head, pitched it aside, and placed his hands on her shoulders giving a gentle shove. She squealed, but luckily bounced, the bed breaking her fall. She studied him, or tried to—her focus was a little off.
