A Sure Thing?

Another favorite is Angel Food Cake.'

'Sounds delicious.' His teeth gently closed over her earlobe. 'Good enough to eat.'

She briefly squeezed her eyes shut, allowing herself to wallow in the pleasure the images that evoked, before she turned to face him.

'Listen,' she said, trying but spectacularly failing to ignore his erection pressing against her and his hands running slowly down her back, 'if you don't stop touching me and looking at me like that, we'll never make it to dinner. And even if we do, Jack will know exactly how we've been spending our time.'

'Since he met that woman, it's pretty clear he's spending his time exactly the same way.'

'And that's fine. But this dinner is business. Let's keep it that way.' Grasping his hands, she forcibly planted them against his sides, then wagged her finger at him. 'No touching until we're back in the room.'

He blew out a long sigh. 'I guess that means no kissing, either.'

'That's right.'

'Fondling?'

'Out of the question.'

He shot her a mock frown. 'Is looking at you okay?'

'Sure. As long as you don't look at me in that way.'

'What way?'

'In that 'I'd like to spread you between two slices of bread and gobble you up' way.'

'Hmmm… yeah. That's exactly what I want for dinner.' He leaned back against the wall, shot her a half smile and a wink. 'Any chance you're on the menu?'

Oh, boy. This was bad. She was a total sucker for a sexy guy winking at her. It was irrational, ridiculous, idiotic, and inexplicable-but there it was. That wink turned her insides to mush. They needed to get out of the room. Now. Before she gave into temptation and removed his pale blue cashmere pullover and navy dress pants and reminded herself of just how good he tasted.

After snatching up her purse, she headed toward the door. 'I'm on the dessert menu. But you have to be a good boy. Remember-no dessert until dinner is finished.'

The ride in the elevator was a torturous exercise in restraint. They stood on opposite ends, staring at each other in silence. Finally Matt cleared his throat. 'I just want you to know that even though I want you naked, I realize this is a business dinner and will behave myself accordingly.'

'Excellent. And even though I want you naked, I realize this is a business dinner and will behave myself accordingly.'

He erased the distance between them with two long strides, bracketing his arms on either side of her. Only inches separated them, and although he didn't actually touch her, the warmth emanating from his body heated her as if he'd lit a fire under her skirt. 'But after dinner, all bets are off, Jilly.' The low words whispered close to her ear, sending desire shuddering through her.

Damn him. No fair. Why hadn't he stayed on his side of the elevator? Now she was all flushed. And distracted. Clearly he'd shifted into his take-charge mode to have the last word. Typical.

The elevator stopped and he stepped away from her. They crossed the lobby in silence, their shoes tapping against the polished marble. As the maitre d' led them toward the table, she looked at Matt over her shoulder.

'Matt?'

'Yes?'

'I'm not wearing any underwear.'

Chapter 10

Matt halted as if he'd walked into a brick wall and stared at Jilly following the maitre d', her words reverberating through his mind. I'm not wearing any underwear.

His gaze zeroed in on her shapely butt. Heat sizzled through him, and he ran his hands down his face. Wrapped in that black skirt that offered nothing more overt than a hint at her curves, she looked as good from the back as she did from the front.

Forcing his feet to move forward, he inwardly chuckled-at himself. He'd thought he'd cleverly gotten in the last word. Well, she'd shut him up but good. He only hoped that when he did finally locate his voice, the first thing that flopped out of his mouth wouldn't be Jilly isn't wearing any underwear.

Bludgeoning back thoughts of that, and shifting his gaze away from her butt, he quickened his pace to catch up, and focused his attention on the table set in the far corner where Jack sat opposite a blond woman. Must be the lady friend Jack had met. A fissure of annoyance edged through him that Jack had included her in their business dinner, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Besides, maybe it was for the best. The more people, the more conversation, the more to concentrate on besides Jilly-who wasn't wearing any underwear. Another bolt of heat shot through him. Damn. She'd picked a hell of a night to go commando.

When they arrived at the table, Jack rose to greet them, then introduced his new friend, Carol Webber. Matt shook hands with the attractive blonde, whom he placed in her early thirties. Once Jilly and Matt were seated opposite each other, Jack asked, 'So what did you two do today?'

'Some holiday shopping, and we visited another winery,' Jilly said with a smile as she settled her napkin on her lap.

'And managed not to kill each other?' Jack asked with a laugh. 'That's quite a feat for competing co- workers.'

'We came close a couple of times,' Jilly said, 'but my facial and Matt's massage this afternoon took the edge off.'

'Isn't the facial marvelous?' Carol asked. 'I had one yesterday, and I still feel all tingly.'

'Oh, I'm definitely still tingly,' Jilly agreed.

She was looking at Carol, her voice was perfectly neutral, but Matt knew the words were directed at him. And damn it, he was more than tingly. He was hard. And uncomfortable. And annoyed. It was freakin' difficult to think of something intelligent to say to the man whose account you hoped to win when all Matt could do was hope he wouldn't have to stand up for any reason. He hadn't experienced a problem like this since high school. When the hell had his penis spawned into this out of control appendage?

Friday night, his inner voice informed him, around 3:00 a.m. When you entered 312 and found the current Miss Commando wearing that damn black satin getup.

Matt wrestled back the image of a sexy, disheveled Jilly from his mind, shifted to relieve the strangulation occurring in the front of his slacks, then asked Jack, 'How did your day trip to Orient Point go?'

Jack embarked on a lengthy retelling of his day, with numerous flirty interruptions from Carol, and Matt heaved an inward sigh of relief that the conversational ball was out of his court, temporarily requiring nothing more from him than a nod, and a few noncommittal phrases. The talk turned to food, and they chatted, perused the menu, and Matt began to relax.

After the waiter took their orders, Matt turned to Carol. 'What sort of work do you do?' he asked.

'I'm a nurse. Jack tells me you and Jilly work in advertising, and that you're both vying for his company's account.' Her gaze bounced between him and Jilly. 'That must be making for an interesting weekend.'

'It certainly hasn't been dull,' Matt agreed.

'You're both very creative,' Carol said with a smile. 'Jack told me all about your presentations, and they're both wonderful. I can't imagine how he'll be able to choose.'

Matt glanced at Jilly, and he stilled when their gazes met. Something unspoken seemed to pass between them, something that Matt couldn't put his finger on, but he knew it boded very poorly for his competitive instincts. He should have grabbed Carol's comment and sprinted toward the end zone with it, subtly stating reasons why Jack should choose his presentation over Jilly's. But he remained mute, unable to utter a word.

'Well, speaking of choosing,' Jack said, striding into the awkward silence, 'I need to choose whether I want to