Seduce Me

the black strappy sandals her surfer buddies would have howled at, knowing she had maybe a thirty-minute window for comfort. After that, Blister City.

'You are not going to wear your bathing suit beneath that dress,' Lorissa said.

'Well… yeah.' Nixing her beloved flip-flops had been smart, because that gave her leverage for this battle.

'The ties from your top show.'

'Fine.' Lifting her arms up, Sam untied the bikini strap around her neck, and then pulled the top out from beneath the dress. She shoved the still damp bra into her black evening purse. 'Just in case.'

'In case what-you end up swimming at the Palisades Country Club?'

When she'd found out where they were going, she'd checked it out on the Internet. Fanciest place in town. Probably served jellied fish eggs and drinks she couldn't pronounce. Ugh. Sam touched her hair as she took another look in the mirror. Not great. 'Blow-dryer?'

'The thing blew up six months ago and you never replaced it.'

'Right. No problem.' Twisting up her hair, she searched for something to pin it with.

Lorissa rolled her eyes and pulled the shiny black clip out of her own hair, offering it to Sam. 'Makeup.'

Sam knew this was not a request. She offered up her face and Lorissa applied blush, mascara and lip gloss. The last item she handed to Sam. 'Keep this with you and reapply every once in a while. Please remember that. Now, it's time to get out there and-'

A heavy knock sounded on the bathroom door, accompanied by a low male voice. 'Hello?'

In the mirror, Sam raised her brow at Lorissa.

'Uh-hi,' he said through the door. 'Do you suppose we can get on with this?'

Get on with this? 'A real charmer,' Sam said beneath her breath.

'I'm sure he's just-'

Another knock. 'Hello in there?'

'-in a hurry,' Lorissa finished weakly. 'Yeah, well, he'd better be hot,' Sam whispered, and with one last deep breath, hauled open the door.

And came face to face with her date. Or more accurately, her date's broad, wide chest. 'I think he's got the hot covered,' Lorissa whispered in her ear.

Good thing she was a fairly tall woman herself, Sam thought vaguely, tilting her head back to catch sight of his face, because the guy had to be six and a half feet tall.

'Oh, good,' he said with obvious relief, running his gaze down her own five-foot-ten willowy body. 'You're ready.' He held out his arm, which she didn't take.

'I don't go out with nameless men,' she said.

He looked surprised, as if shocked she had no idea who he was. 'Jack Knight,' he said in that slightly husky voice.

Okay, not a bad name, she'd give him that. In fact, it sounded vaguely familiar… 'Sam O'Ryan.'

'Yes, I know. Nice to meet you.' He was wearing a tux and a frown, and to her relief, wasn't ugly or fat, but quite…

Actually, Lorissa had put it most aptly. Hot. He had dark hair and even darker eyes, a wide, sensual mouth that wasn't smiling at the moment but seemed to have good potential, and a strong jaw covered in a barely there five o'clock shadow, all on top of a long, lean, tough body… Nice combo, she'd admit that.

Not that she was hung up on appearances, but on her run to the bathroom, she'd caught sight of the black Escalade out front. The guy was indeed rich and, as she'd told Lorissa, rich guys usually didn't have much else going for them. So really, she didn't hold out much hope for this one.

But she was committed to tonight. With a last look over her shoulder at Lorissa, she settled her hand on his arm and let him lead her out of the cafe.

'We probably should have met at a safer location than this,' Jack said. As they walked outside into air that was no cooler than the cafe bathroom had been, he favored his right leg, but she didn't say anything about it because he'd sidetracked her with the 'safe' comment. She glanced back at the Wild Cherries sign she'd painted herself five years ago when she'd bought the place from Red.

'It's perfectly safe,' she said.

'Now, maybe, but I don't want to drop you off at some isolated hole-in-the-wall later tonight when it's dark. There are no lights out here.'

'Watch it,' she warned lightly. 'I own this hole-in-the-wall, and happen to be quite fond of it, lights or no.' She wasn't open at night, so she'd never felt the need to add outdoor lighting.

He glanced at her as he unlocked the passenger door with his remote, but she avoided his gaze until he opened the door and turned his body, blocking her way into his SUV with those long arms and broad shoulders.

Not fond of intimidation, she tipped her head up and slowly cocked a brow, then realized… he wasn't trying to intimidate her at all. Not with his eyes filled with apology and self-deprecation.

'I didn't mean-'

'Forget it.' She wasn't willing to fall for a simple sweet look, not when, for all she knew, the man might be full of them.

'No, really.' He rubbed the bridge of his nose and met her sardonic gaze. 'Look, obviously, I've made a hell of a first impression.'

She felt a smile curve her mouth. 'Do you care?'

'Actually, I didn't plan to. But…'

'But…?'

His gaze danced over her features. 'I find that I do care.' His smile was slow and genuine, and made her tummy flutter. 'I want to enjoy this evening with you.'

'Why? Because I'm passably pretty?'

'More than passably,' he said lightly. 'But no, I don't suddenly want to enjoy this just because you turned out to be an extremely pleasant surprise, but because we might as well have fun.'

'You mean for two people who didn't want to do this in the first place?'

His smile went to a grin that jump-started her pulse, startling her. 'Yeah, something like that.'

'Stop that,' she said, pointing at his mouth.

'Stop… what?'

'Smiling.'

'Why? Do I have something in my teeth?'

He knew he didn't. A guy like this knew exactly how good he looked. 'Okay, listen. I'm going to be honest with you right from the get-go.'

'Please.'

'I have a long, horrible, nasty history with blind dates, and I'd talked myself into lumping you in with the worst of them, but I can't do that when you smile.'

The grin only spread. 'Really? Well, same goes. I have an idea. Why don't we start over.' He stuck out his hand. 'Hi, I'm Jack Knight.'

'I'm not going to commit to starting over, not yet. You might still turn out to be a blind-date disaster.'

'Yeah.' He rubbed his jaw. 'You might be right.'

She climbed into his Escalade. 'I usually am.'

His soft laugh scraped low in her belly. 'Something tells me this is going to be a much more interesting night than I could have imagined.'

'Is that good or bad?'

He came around and slid his long body in behind the wheel. He looked at her as he started the engine. 'Not sure yet.'

'So we'll leave that up in the air as well.' With that, Sam put on her seat belt and braced herself for the evening ahead.

But she had a little smile of anticipation on her face.