“Yes. Aren’t you close with your family?”
“I have a brother,” he said without elaborating. “How do you like Vegas?” he quickly changed the subject.
She ignored his change of subject and continued with her own curiosity. “Just a brother? No mother or father?” Surely the man had more than just a brother. What about the rest of his family?
“Everyone has parents,” was his only response.
Sabrina noted the closed expression on his face and reacted to it, her mind attuned to the pain he was feeling but not sure why something so basic as parents would engender pain in a man so confident.
“Did Adam and Eve?” she asked, trying to inject a note of humor into the conversation.
He glanced up from his plate, not sure where the conversation had gone. “Excuse me?”
She put down her wine glass and sat forward. “Think about it. Adam and Eve were formed by God, I’ll go with that. But how were the other people formed? Did Adam and Eve basically populate the rest of the world? Or did God create other people? And if he did, why don’t we read about them in the Bible?”
“Ah!” he said, smiling at her conversation. “I see your point. Are we all related somehow? Sounds awfully incestuous, doesn’t it?”
“My point exactly,” she said. “A little odd, wouldn’t you say?”
“Very odd.”
They continued to talk about non-threatening subjects for the next two hours and Sabrina started to relax. The meal was absolutely wonderful and Sabrina knew that her plan to find something wrong with him had failed. In fact, she knew very little more about him than what she knew before. The information that he had a brother was the only knew point of knowledge she’d gained of the man during the entire evening. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t entertaining and wonderfully intelligent. She liked arguing with him. He definitely kept her on her toes. Each time she brought up a subject, he had arguments against her opinion. She suspected he chose the opposite viewpoint only to challenge her, but she was fine with that since he made her laugh at most of his arguments and many of her own.
He was also the perfect gentleman throughout the night. The dinner was scrumptious and the dessert, consisting of a heavenly light raspberry mouse and white chocolate syrup, was absolutely sinful. Sabrina ate every morsel, sipping a different wine with each course that only enhanced the flavors of each dish, although she drank very little, knowing she had to keep her wits about her with this man.
It was almost midnight when she glanced down at her watch and realized what time it was. “Good grief,’ she gasped, immediately standing up and placing her glass of brandy on the low coffee table. “I had no idea how late it had become,” she said, smoothing her suit jacket down over her hips. They had moved from the table to a set of sofas and chairs near the rooftop pool and Sabrina had been enjoying the conversation with him too much to notice the hours pass. “I’d better get home,’ she said and glanced up shyly to him, suddenly nervous even though they had been laughing and arguing for almost five hours.
“Thank you very much for dinner,” she said, sticking out her hand for him to shake.
He took her hand and slipped it through his arm. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
She started to pull her hand out but he wouldn’t release her. “Really, there’s no need,” she started to say but he shook his head.
“There’s every need. It’s the middle of the night and it’s not safe in Vegas at night.”
Sid walked her out to her car and stood there while she unlocked the door. When it was open, she put the door between herself and Sid. “Well, thank you so much for dinner,” she said. “I really need to go.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not ready for this, are you?” he asked.
Sabrina was instantly relieved. “No,” she said gratefully, looking down at the ground instead of his handsome face. “No, I’m really not. Like I said last night, I’m not in your league and I don’t understand what you expect.”
He was quiet for a long moment before he spoke. “Okay. I can understand that. How long will it take for you to understand?” he asked.
Sabrina was confused. “I’m not sure.” What did she need to understand? Was he going to elaborate?
“Well, I’m a patient man,” he started, not giving her any more details. “But don’t make me wait too long,” he said and bent down, kissing her gently on the lips. “The car show starts in two days. Be in my office tomorrow to go over the last minute details. Have your staff there as well. I want to make sure everyone is prepared. We’re going to be inundated with car enthusiasts.”
He walked away before she could even form a reaction to his words. Sabrina got into her car and drove home on autopilot. What could he possibly mean about her understanding what he expected? He wanted an affair, that was obvious. But other than that, she was clueless. And goodness! Why on earth would he want an affair with her? When he had all those lovely ladies dressed in barely anything, what could she offer him? That stumped her and she pulled into her garage in complete confusion.
She tossed and turned in bed, trying to work through his words in her mind but nothing really made sense. She resolved that she would just have to keep her distance. He would eventually get bored and would find someone else who sparked his interest and where would that leave her? She only had a silly infatuation with the man but once she had an affair, Sabrina was honest enough with herself to know that she couldn’t just enter into that kind of a relationship without her feelings becoming involved.
Chapter 4
Sabrina stormed into her office and tossed the file onto her desk. She then threw her body into her chair and groaned as she looked at the number of e-mails that were awaiting some sort of response from her.
“Is it a full moon or something?” she grumbled to what she thought was an empty office.
“Possibly. What’s wrong?” Sid asked as he leaned against the frame to her office door.
Sabrina startled and looked up at the sexy man. “Nothing,” she pasted a smile on her face and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She hadn’t seen him in three days and boy, did he look wonderful. It didn’t matter that she’d been losing sleep over his comment that night. It didn’t matter that her heart started leaping about as if it were a puppy after a delicious treat. All that mattered was feasting her eyes on his handsome features, like a horse to water after traveling across a desert.