“I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t hear you.”
Rachel closed her eyes, searched and found her emotional center and whispered a small promise to never again forget who she was, no matter what happened in the next thirty seconds.
She opened her eyes, held out her hand and said, “What do you say we get out of here and find a deck of cards?”
CHAPTER FIVE
ISAACIMPATIENTLYWAVEDoff his driver and opened the town car’s rear passenger door for Rachel. He jogged around to the other side and stopped for a moment, his hand resting on the door handle, to regain his composure. Getting his heart rate down into the normal range—a range it hadn’t visited during the last hour—wasn’t optional.
The woman flustered him, and he wasn’t sure whether he hungered for it or abhorred it.
She threatened his self-control like no one had before. Ever.
And she was as sexy as she was impulsive. Impulsiveness was, at best, difficult to predict. At worst? It was dangerous. And without being able to predict her actions and reactions, he was flying blind.
If the conversation with her had proven anything, it was that he didn’t have a solid grip on his reactions to her. For God’s sake, he’d smiled! Impulsively. He’d let himself relax in her company. She was a veritable stranger despite the forty-five minutes they’d spent together. And when he’d tried to withdraw, she’d followed him, leaning across the table and using that seductive voice of hers like a siren. Her offer of one night of unmitigated, irresponsible, unparalleled pleasure had scrambled his brain.
“Poker,” he said softly and shook his head, the urge to grin striking him again without warning.
This time, Isaac managed to quell it, his ironclad emotional control slipping back into place. He could do this. He could play a game of poker with her, enjoy their time together no matter how they spent it and then issue a kind but definitive farewell come morning. That was absolutely within his emotional wheelhouse.
Impulsive or not, Isaac wanted—needed—to see where this might go. Rachel’s spontaneity was a challenge. She kept him on his toes, forced him to engage in the conversation and be wholly present.
It was an odd thing to be that present in a personal conversation. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had.
The door opened and his driver stood, twisting to face Isaac. “Sir? The woman in the back seat...” He hesitated, fidgeting with his tie.
“Yes?”
“She asked me to relay a message.”
“Then relay it.”
“I don’t want to lose my job.”
Isaac’s mouth twitched, though whether he hovered on the border of irritation or humor he couldn’t say. “Just tell me what she said. Verbatim,” he added.
“She said to tell you to either get your ass in the car or take her home where she could play solitaire.”
Laughter nearly choked him, and he couldn’t stop it from breaking free, a sharp sound that was entirely unfamiliar. Realizing his driver’s eyes were nearly bugging out at the fact Isaac was laughing, he tamped down the outburst, cleared his throat and said, “I’m getting in. Run the divider up, pull into traffic and drive.”
“Destination, sir?”
“I’ll let you know.” The man moved to reenter the driver’s seat, but Isaac stopped him. “Oh, and David?”
“Sir?”
“As far as anyone—anyoneelse is concerned, I left the bar alone. I don’t care if it’s family, friend, coworker or corporate rival, you didn’t see me with anyone tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
Letting himself into the car, he settled into the plush leather seats and breathed a short sigh. There was familiarity, even comfort, in the known, and this car was known. It was his. Something he had arranged so that each and every component suited his preferences.
As directed, the driver raised the partition between the front and back of the car before pulling away from the curb.
Rachel glanced out the window. “I assume we’re going to get cards.”
“If you prefer.”