Brenna’s first realization when she woke up was that she lay naked, a sheet pulled to her waist. She never slept naked, so it was a shock. And she didn’t exactly remember getting naked, either. Damn drink.

But then she turned her head and saw the gorgeous man whose head rested on the pillow next to hers, and she remembered. It hadn’t been a dream. Her second realization? She’d really had sex in a closet with Damon Andros.

Without the lull of intoxication clouding her head, it seemed all the more amazing. Who had she been last night? New Brenna, definitely. But apparently the new her was willing to go to extremes she’d never even imagined.

She suffered no regrets. Just a hint of sadness when she looked at him.

Because he was like a toy she couldn’t keep. And so she would play with him as much as possible while she had him, but she knew every bit of the play would be tainted with the knowledge that she’d soon have to give him up.

Silly, she chided herself. She was acting like she really knew him, like there were emotions involved here.

But there weren’t—there couldn’t be, because she didn’t know him. Not really. And because she had a feeling Damon Andros didn’t do relationships. And even if he did, it wouldn’t matter once he found out she’d been lying to him.

God, I can’t ever let him know. Whatever happened, however this all came down, she had to keep her involvement in it quiet. Because maybe she didn’t really know him, but she knew him well enough now that she’d die if he found out what an underhanded, conniving lowlife she was being—all to get a glamorous job.

From what she could tell, he was naked, too, wearing nothing but his earrings and the small cross she’d noticed on a chain around his neck last night. Mmm, he looked good.

Even better when he turned to face her, hair mussed, eyes slowly opening. “Hey,” he said, a sleepy smile gracing his face, the lower half of which was covered with a dark, sexy stubble.

She smiled back. “Hey.”

“Come here,” he said, voice low and persuasive. She didn’t hesitate to roll into his cozy embrace. Odd how easy it was, how normal it felt, to press her naked body against his, even though they’d never done that before. His warmth kindled in her a fresh desire as he kissed her good morning.

God, he was perfect—he didn’t even have morning breath.

Which made her fear that she did. She backed slightly away, hoping she was wrong, and hoping he didn’t see her distress. She was so not used to casual sex or waking up with a guy she didn’t know well. “I have a confession to make,” she announced.

He arched one sleepy brow. “Oh?”

“I, uh…don’t exactly remember what happened after we got here last night. I’m…not very good with hard liquor.”

He cast a naughty look. “Wrong, babe—you were very good.” Then he winked. “But nothing happened after we came back here—unfortunately. We just crawled into bed and went to sleep.”

She lowered her chin slightly, peering at him from her pillow. “Sorry about that.”

His eyes shone as warm and sexual as always—but she’d not yet begun to get used to it. “Maybe you can make it up to me.”

Suddenly remembering the closet, his hands, and the rough, welcome entry of his cock, her pussy tingled. “I’ll do my best.”

In response, his palm closed over her hip, heating her further—and she forgot all about the possibility of bad breath as she instinctively leaned nearer, nearer, until their mouths collided.

The kiss fueled her desire so much that she found herself wanting to touch his penis, wrap her fingers around it, make it hard. But she was feeling just a little more shy than last night, so instead she only splayed her hand across his muscular chest, liking how hard he felt there, too.

One hot kiss melted into another until Damon drifted downward, his mouth descending to her neck. And just like last night, the simple affection delivered a pleasure that stretched all through her, even as the stubble on his chin gently chafed her skin, adding still more sensation.

Soon, his tongue raked over one nipple as his hand closed over her other breast. Gasping, she instinctively thrust her chest deeper into his grasp—and his mouth. The swirl of his tongue around the wet tip of her breast made her crazy with lust, and she found herself looping one leg across his to draw him closer. What a few seconds before had been licking now turned to sucking, and he drew the sensitive peak deep, deeper into his mouth, shooting a blast of hot delight straight to her cunt.

Which is when her gaze landed on the digital clock on his side of the bed.

“Damon,” she breathed, fingers threading through his thick hair. “Damon—what time is our meeting with Blush?”

He released her nipple from his mouth, his breath warming the pink bud when he said, “Eight. Why?”

Her lust deflated. “It’s twenty ’til.”

“Shit,” he whispered, and they both went still—until he lowered one soft, gentle kiss to the flesh directly next to her nipple and said, “To be continued.”

That quickly, he’d turned her just as feral and wild as she’d felt last night. “Definitely. I still have lots to make up for, and I expect you to hold me to it.”

“Damn straight,” he growled.

As she pulled away to roll out of bed, Brenna wanted to howl her frustration but held it in. Oh God, how she wanted him. Only more slowly this time. She wanted to explore his body, top to bottom. She wanted to kiss him more. Touch him. Let him touch her. She wanted more of those sumptuous treats at her breasts. She wanted him between her legs. She wanted everything.

Yet duty called, and they both knew it. Thus, moments later, she found herself back in her own room, shedding the white robe she’d grabbed from Damon’s enormous bathroom, ready for the shower. Damon had offered his bathroom, but since they were late and all of her things were here, she’d declined.

Only when she passed by the wide bathroom mirror did she notice she still wore her jewelry from last night. The sight made her pause in place. Naked, with her hair mussed, she thought she looked…incredibly hot. Given that it remained a very new feeling for her, she relished it, so much that she almost wanted to stand there and study herself awhile and forget the shower.

Yet sense prevailed—along with the knowledge that the sooner she showered, the sooner she would see Damon again. In a hurry after the quick soap and rinse, she dressed simply—jeans and a fitted blouse—but still hoped she looked the part of an A&R rep.

When she knocked on the door of Damon’s lavish suite a few minutes later, he greeted her with a kiss hello. Work like this she could get used to.

But she was glad she hadn’t said that.

Because what happened in Vegas would stay in Vegas, she remembered.

And that was actually a good thing because of that nasty little deception taking place between herself and the object of her affection.

When the band showed up at Damon’s suite at eight sharp, Brenna finally understood why he needed so much room. Despite the number of people at the meeting, the suite still felt large and comfortable, and it was easy to see the young women were impressed by it, and thus by Blue Night.

Over a large room service breakfast of eggs, bacon, muffins, and more, Brenna listened as Damon went over the terms they were offering. Until she got well-established in her job, she’d need to talk with him or Jenkins about deals before making them, but Jenkins had trusted Damon with the task for years now.

She paid close attention to the dealings, noting that, as Damon had promised was usually the case, the band seemed happy at the very notion of being paid to make a CD and, though they had lots of questions, were agreeable and easy to get along with, at least for now.

Of course, from time to time, Brenna’s mind drifted, memories of last night flitting through her head: her hand around his amazing cock, his mouth suckling so hard and tight at her breast, the powerful way he’d thrust up into her. It was still hard to believe. Not only that Damon Andros wanted her. But that she’d fucked him in a closet! In a bar!

And as she tried to refocus on the business at hand, she kept her smile inside, thinking that Kelly would be so proud.