Naughty or Nice by Kari Lee Harmon Read Free Book Online

yourself, Darling.”
    “Fine.” Her lips pursed in an adorable pout, and the urge to kiss the frown off her face pummeled him hard. “But don’t blame me when we look like contestants auditioning for ‘America’s got Diddly’ out there.”
    “Relax. I’m a great teacher.”
    “If you say so.” She shook her head, a couple of blond strands slipping from the twist on the back of her skull and falling down to frame her face in soft ringlets.
    He fisted his hand to keep from stroking one. “I say there are a lot of things I’d like to teach you, and dancing is only the beginning.” His eyes heated, and he watched her skin quiver as though he’d physically touched her. She affected him stronger than any woman ever ha d, and yet, he barely knew her.
    Disturbing? Yes. Enough to stop him? Hell no.
    She inhaled a deep breath, and her face flushed a becoming shade of rose. “Listen, I’m not sure--”
    “Oh, look, we’re here.” He smoothly opened the door and slid out. She’d come around. He’d see to it. He always got what he wanted, a nd right now, he wanted her...
    Undressed and in his bed with no questions asked.
    He opened her door and held out his hand. “Shall we?”
     
    Samantha stared up at the impressive man before her. His expensive tuxedo was all black and tailored perfectly, the cut making her insides flutter. His slicked back hair made him look fierce and powerful. She supposed it was his armor, so to speak. His business attire that let everyone know he was ruthless and not to be taken for granted. Even though she was dying to mess it up, she had to admit this style gave him a dangerous quality that appealed to her inner vixen.
    And that was why she’d hesitated.
    If he only knew what she wanted him to teach her, hell, what she wanted to teach him, he’d probably be appalled. These were hardly the thoughts of a lady, but in her defense, she hadn’t had sex in a year. Right now, being a lady was the last thing on her mind. But no matter how much she might want him, she’d read enough about him in the tabloids. He was a ladies man through and through, but had never been in a serious relationship. Getting involved with him had major heartache written all over it.
    “Are you coming,” he asked, his hand still stretched out, but his eyes held a devilish glimmer.
    She cleared her throat. Her mind might not want to have an affair with him, but her body begged to differ. “After you, Boss.” She slipped her hand into his and shivered as his tanned fingers closed over her pale ones.
    “Cold?” he asked.
    “Hardly,” she muttered, and he just ch uckled, leading the way inside.
    Oh, yeah, he knew exactly what he did to her, and he was loving every minute of it. Well, two could play at this game, she thought, as she decided to turn the tables on him. Time to make him squirm for a change. She had to even the playing field somehow, make him realize he wasn’t completely in control before she did something stupid. She didn’t plan to follow through on her seduction, simply let him see what it felt like to want someone so badly but not be able to have them. She smiled slightly, a little thrill coursing through her at the thought.
    “What’s that look for,” he asked, studying her quizzically as they took their seat at a table near the dance floor.
    “Oh, nothing. Just deciding you were right. Tonight is most definitely going to be fun.” She grabbed a goblet of water off the table and took a sip, looking around.
    Soft lighting, crystal chandeliers and silk tablecloths were only the beginning. A full piece orchestra occupied the entire corner on the opposite side of the dance floor. Politicians, entertainers, and business executives she’d seen plastered in the magazines and on the news--decked in designer evening wear no normal person could afford--moved across the dance floor in a waltz. And tantalizing aromas of foods she couldn’t begin to name bathed the room in a heady swirl of