Warning: forced seduction, strong aphrodisiac
Payback, so they say, is a bitch. Rita’s heard that time and again. But she’s never believed it. Never saw a need to believe it until she falls under the silver-tongued, diabolical spell of the late-night radio DJ known simply as Damon. And then payback becomes a necessity. Payback becomes a reason to live.
Instantly, Robby reached out. And stopped her, with a gently firm hand on her arm. "Did the… gentleman…provide that for you?"
Rita frowned. "He sent the limo. He must have ordered the champagne."
"Then I would strongly urge you not take it."
"You don't…you think it could be drugged?"
Robby only smiled. Saying it all with his expression.
Dear God.
Wally hadn't been happy when she'd demanded to make the plans for the evening. He'd been about as unhappy as he could be. And if the limo and the gown he'd demanded to send her had seemed so harmless…if the nipple-popping thing that was supposed to be a gown was such an unqualified attempt to regain the control he'd lost, then it was only a small step…the very most minute of steps…to admit that he could have drugged the champagne for the very same reason.
"Thank you." Swiftly, she set the glass back onto the tray.
"I would suggest you be very skeptical about anything the gentleman says or does this evening."
Shaken, she started to turn away. To try to tuck her nipples back where they belonged.
"Allow me." Before she could stop him, Robby did it for her. "Did the gentleman provide your costume as well?"
"Yes." She blushed furious red.
"You have no reason to be embarrassed, Rita."
There was nothing she could say to that. No way she could extricate herself from it. So she just blushed more.
"You are exquisite." Robby's smile widened. Widened to the most perfect, most heart-thumping thing she had ever seen. "Now. About business."
