Damon [The Texas Senator's Sons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Hennessee Andrews Read Free Book Online

regular.”
    “Nope, I told the hostess I was waiting for a hot brunette.” He winked.
    Regan choked on her wine and lightly coughed.
    “Are you all right? I’m correct you know. You are hot.”
    “Thanks, but that was unexpected. I, uh, feel really silly all of a sudden.” Regan grinned and avoided eye contact for a moment.
    “Must be the wine,” Damon drawled as he looked intently into her green eyes, liking what he saw in front of him. The woman was absolutely clueless about how she looked.
    “Yeah, you’re probably right,” Regan agreed, looking back at him.
    Damon needed some sort of distraction to keep his mind from imagining how she’d look out of that dress. He cursed himself for being so one-track-minded. It wasn’t very gentlemanly to undress a woman at the dinner table.
    After dinner, Regan looked relieved. He hoped it was because of her nerves getting the better of her, and not because she couldn’t wait to get away. Surely not, he thought, remembering her cute giggles and grins. Regan was as attracted to him as he was her. It occurred to him that maybe the plan was bothering her. He hadn’t stopped to think about it from her perspective. Maybe she only agreed because she was attracted to him and hadn’t thought it through fully. He began to feel like a complete jackass. What kind of man asks a woman to apply for a job in a strip club anyway? I’m such a prick.
    “I was thinking…maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” Damon paused.
    Regan’s smile fell, and she looked down at the sidewalk beneath her feet. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I’m probably not the best applicant for the job.”
    He laughed and looked embarrassed as he stroked his jaw thoughtfully. “I have asked too much of you. It wasn’t right of me to do that, but you are most definitely the perfect applicant.”
    Regan exhaled and started to giggle. “No, it’s fine, really. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but I’d also be lying if I said that it didn’t sound like one heck of a fun adventure…and besides, I’m partly to blame.”
    “I was wrong to ask that…damn, I’m not good at apologies,” Damon confessed as he looked at Regan. He was offering her an out in case she changed her mind, but she didn’t seem to be wavering. Now he had to find a way to be around her for the next week without seeming like a lovesick puppy.
    “It’s obvious you need to find out about this woman and for good reason, and I’m here to help, so what do we do now?” Regan grabbed his arm and looped hers through it, giving him a reassuring smile.
    They began to walk to his truck, and Damon abruptly stopped and turned to face her. “You’re great. Thank you,” he said, then grabbed her shoulders and kissed her unexpectedly.
    Regan let out a small squeal as their kiss flamed. She placed her hands on his chest and moved closer, allowing him entrance.
    Damon slowly ended their kiss and looked into her eyes that fluttered open. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” His eyes searched hers for any indication that he was wrong to do so. Instead he was blessed to see her eyes glimmer as they looked back at him and a smile stretch across her face. Whew .
    “No apology necessary,” Regan said, wobbling as she stepped back. “So what now?”
    “I guess you better see the club,” he said, opening the door to his truck for her, and she slipped in as ladylike as possible in her short dress. “I want you to see what you are getting yourself into.” He shut the door and walked around. He’d like her to get into his bed, but first things first.
    Damon slid in and smiled. Watching Regan shift in her seat and wring her nervous hands together was priceless. She seemed to have it all, good looks, brains, killer smile, and eyes he could stare at for hours. Even if she changed her mind, and he was sure she would, he wanted to see her again.
    A smile stayed on Damon’s lips as he drove. He wanted to continue what he started, and so did his cock