He laughed and shook his head. “You are a delight. I haven’t had to work this hard to get a woman to agree to a cocktail in a while.”
“Drinks before dinner. In the bar. Six.”
“Done.”
She walked to her suite to shower and change for the evening, not sure how her biggest business mistake had scored her a hot date. She had one last night in Vegas before returning home and intended to make the most of it.
Screw Celine Dion.
• • •
Carina walked through the doors of the famous V bar and looked for her date. The sleek, sultry lines of the lounge fit her mood. Double-sided leather chaise lounges flowed through the bar, and crowds had already gathered to sip their popular martinis. Frosty glass walls encased the room in privacy. Perfect for a quick cocktail before her dinner with Max.
Immediately, she was led to the corner table where Sawyer stood to greet her. He favored black, and it was the perfect color for him. Lean and graceful, his hair hit his shoulders and framed the harsh features of his face. He held a dangerous aura about him that intrigued her.
She ordered a dirty martini and they engaged in small talk.
“How do you like Vegas so far?”
Carina motioned around her. “What’s not to like? I’ve been trapped in Bergamo my whole life, so this is like a gourmet meal after living on crackers.”
He smiled. “I’ve traveled to Milan many times and know your mother. I’ve always loved the tranquility of your home.”
“Bergamo is part of my soul. But I’ve lived with three older siblings who were overprotective, and it was hard to experience anything new and exciting. I’m enjoying my taste of freedom.”
“Freedom is a heady drink.” Those eyes gleamed with mischief. “Like the first hit of a fine wine. The taste is more explosive due to being contained for many years.”
She plucked an olive from her drink and slid it off the stick. His gaze followed her mouth in obvious interest. “You’re a poet, Sawyer Wells. Who would’ve thought? How do you know my mother?”
“We met years ago. She pulled me out of a delicate situation, and I promised her my loyalty.”
She lifted a brow. “Are you going to elaborate?”
“No.”
Carina grinned. “You must have read the handbook for women. We love a good mystery.”
“I thought you liked to fix us also. Save us from ourselves.”
“We do, but you rarely let us.”
A chill skated down her spine at the sudden flare of heat in his gaze. Oh, yeah, she was way out of her league. This man was a master of seduction and she belonged in training camp. Still, the heady banter and his sharp wit pulled her in, even as he scared the hell out of her.
“Are you going to tell Max about our date?”
The mention of his name yanked her back into reality. Her fingers clenched. “If he asks.”
Sawyer caught the motion and leaned in. The scent of woods and musk wrapped her in sensuality. “Tell me about your relationship with Max.”
“He’s my brother’s best friend. We grew up together and he followed Michael to New York to open La Dolce Maggie.”
“Childhood friends?”
“Yes. Why so many questions about Max?”
Sawyer studied her. “Has he claimed you?”
She sputtered on her next sip. “Excuse me?”
“Are you sleeping together?”
“No. But I’m not sure why it’s your business.”
“There is no question you should be afraid to ask, Carina. You’re not only beautiful, but intelligent. A dangerous combination. I want to make sure you’re free.”
His rich tone wrapped her in possibility. This man wanted her. Why wasn’t she swooning and inviting him to her room? Damn Max. Somehow, she was still stuck on her childhood crush, and it only pissed her off.
“I’m free. And I’m tired of talking about Max.”
He reached out and snagged her hand. A pleasant jolt vibrated through her, but nothing like the intense belly-dropping excitement when Max touched her. Not that she was thinking of Max.
“So am I. Though I may need to release you to let you keep your dinner date.”
She tilted her head and her hair slipped over one shoulder. “But not yet.”
A smile touched his lips. “No, not yet. What do you paint?”
“Portraits. Family members, babies, animals. I love looking beyond the surface of people and trying to capture something they never see. Reminds me of how my sister-in-law describes her photography.”
“I can’t paint a stick figure, but I can appreciate. I remember my first trip to Italy and getting drunk on the art. I was almost arrested at the Uffizi Gallery because I wouldn’t leave.”
“Yes, I’ve haunted the gallery my whole life. The first time I laid eyes on the Sistine Chapel I sobbed like a baby.”
“You never wanted to paint professionally?”
The longing washed over her, fierce and raw. The more she realized her future with La Dolce Maggie, the more her soul cried out for something different. Carina hesitated, not sure how much to share with him. “Yes, but I never believed in myself enough.”
Sawyer nodded. “I know how that feels.”
The silence between them throbbed with the lure of friendship and the possibility of more.
Carina smiled. “Now, tell me about the glamorous world of hotels.”
They talked for the next hour until it was time to meet Max for dinner. Sawyer clasped her hand within his. “Carina, I’d like you to join me afterward. I’ll show you the club and we can go dancing if you’d like.”
Carina hesitated. Her need for Max battled with the temptation before her. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
“I’ll be in Tao waiting for you. You decide.”
He pressed a kiss to her cheek and left her.
Her past fantasies warred with her present.
Time to choose.
• • •
Carina made her way back to the lobby where Max waited for her. The look on his face when he spotted her set the tone for the evening.
His jaw dropped. His gaze took in her outfit, and his features tightened. “You can’t wear that,” he whispered in fury. “For God’s sake, Carina, that dress is, that dress is—”
“Hmm, a simple ‘you look nice’ would have been appropriate.”