Jill Shalvis - Seduce Me

They walked to the least crowded table, which so far held only two women and a man, all three at least seventy years old. The women sipped their drinks and the man sandwiched between them had a very contented look on his face as he ate.

Jack gave them an easy smile. "Hello."

The man returned a full-fledged grin. "I'd call you one lucky SOB for escorting a woman as beautiful as you've got there…" His voice was craggy, as if he'd been smoking for fifty-plus years. "But tonight I'm the lucky SOB because I've got two beautiful dates."

Jack laughed as he held Sam's chair out for her. When he sat, he lifted his water glass to the man. "To having beautiful women at our side."

"I'll drink to that," the man said.

They began to eat. Sam found herself watching Jack. When he caught her at it, he smiled. "What?"

He had such a graceful, smooth way of moving when he danced, ate… everything. It made looking at him very easy on the eyes. "What else do you like besides a woman who eats more than a carrot stick?" she asked softly

When he simply looked at her, she let out a little laugh. "I was… just wondering."

He set down his fork. Reached for her hand. "I like a woman who can come out of the waves and get ready for a date in two minutes."

"Saw that, did you?"

"Yeah." He stroked a thumb over her palm. "I like a woman who can go with the flow, risking the wet grass to help me out without worrying about her shoes. I like a woman who doesn't take down a guy's sister even when she's interfering and deserves it. And I really like a woman willing to try new things, like dancing in front of several hundred people when she hates dancing."

"Well, I didn't risk the grass, you carried me." And she'd loved it, his easy strength, the feel of his hands on her. She took a bite of mashed potatoes that melted in her mouth. "And as for the dancing, you did all the work. I've never felt comfortable dancing."

"You felt comfortable to me."

Yeah, in hindsight, being in his arms had been pretty damn comfortable. Hot, too.

And exciting, very exciting.

He scooped up some fancy-looking noodle salad onto his fork and held it up to her lips.

"Something else new to try this evening?" she murmured, and took the bite into her mouth.

"Nah." His voice was low and husky, his gaze glued to her mouth. "I just love watching you eat."

After dinner came the auction.

Jack eyed the long roster of prizes at his place setting, knowing that he was coming up on the list. He and Sam had watched the proceedings so far, eating their self-made ice-cream sundaes from the dessert bar. Someone had just won on a two-day trip to Santa Barbara, and then a ski package to Big Bear. Each time the bidding ended, Sam turned to him, her eyes bright with excitement, her hand on his arm, grinning.

"So much money for Heather's charity!" she'd said after one huge round. "Unbelievable."

What was unbelievable was tonight. He'd expected to be bored, but that had been the last thing on his mind… "Sam."

She was watching Heather run the auction. "I like her. I mean, she's pushy but I've been known to be pushy, too, so-"

"Sam."

Laughing, she put down her spoon, licked her lips and turned to him. "Hmm?"

Her eyes were shining, her hair still in that sexy, messy bun that made him want to pull it out and run the strands through his fingers. Unable to help himself, he reached out and ran a finger over her full lower lip, where she'd missed a spot of ice cream.

He brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked on it.

Her eyes darkened and her mouth fell open just a little, as if she was suddenly having trouble breathing.

He certainly was. "I'm up next."

She stared at his mouth. "What?"

"The auction. I donated something, and it's about to come up on the list."

"How sweet. What did you donate?"

"Myself."

Just as he said this, Heather's voice came over the loud speaker. "And now for the finale… a series of private two-hour basketball lessons from one of the greatest players of our time-Jack Knight. We'll start the bidding at two hundred dollars."

Still turned toward him, Sam raised her eyebrows slightly, the only sign she'd heard and digested Heather's words.

"Two fifty," Heather said, acknowledging the man at one of the front tables who had gestured.

Sam grabbed her bidder's paddle. She hadn't bid all evening, and Jack had already given a healthy check, so he hadn't, either.

But now, with her eyes still locked on his, Sam lifted the paddle.

"Two seventy-five," she said.

From her platform, Heather grinned. "I've got two seventy-five, do I hear three hundred?"

"Three hundred," called a man in the back.

Sam's wrist flexed as she tried to lift her paddle again, but Jack laughed and held it down. "Stop," he said.

She stuck out her tongue at him, and he had the insane urge to suck it into his mouth.

"Three fifty," she called out.

The bidding got crazy after that, and Jack gave up holding Sam back, but he worried as he watched her go at it with such glee. "Sam-"

"We're at seven fifty," Heather said excitedly. "Going once-"

"Eight hundred," Sam called out.

"Eight hundred," Heather called, looking impressed. "Going once, twice…" She slammed down her gavel. "Sold, to the lady in black with the big smile on her face."

Jack laughed, he couldn't help it. Sam was grinning. "You're crazy."

"Probably."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Don't worry, Jack," she said softly. "I never do anything I don't want to do."

"Is that right?" He stroked a wayward tendril of hair from her eye, ran his finger down her jaw. "What would you like to do now?"

"Are we finished here?"

"I don't know about you, but I am."

"Then let's hit it." She stood up, then reached for his hand.

They found Heather, harried but happy with the money she'd collected so far. Sam settled up for her purchase and got her coupon for the lessons.

Heather hugged Jack hard. "Thanks for doing this. I know I owe you."

He looked at Sam, thinking about what he'd gotten out of the evening. "Consider us even."

"It wasn't so bad, right?" Heather asked. "No scandals."

"Were you expecting one?" Sam asked.

"No, but with Jack, the press will make one up if they have to. They love to hang him." Heather kissed his cheek, and then Sam's. "'Night, guys."

"'Night." Jack opened the back door and put a hand low on Sam's spine to guide her out.

"Oh. Uh, I just remembered…" Heather's voice trailed off.

Jack sighed and turned back to see Heather standing there, hands clasped. "I know better than to stop and ask what you just remembered."

"One last little favor…"

"What?"

"A carnival for the kids," Heather said. "Next weekend. We're short of volunteers. It'd only be for a few hours, the two of you could do it together. It'll be fun, I promise."

Jack sighed.

"Free food…"

Sam looked up at him expectantly. "I like free food."

He had to let out a laugh. "You did hear the 'two of you' part, right?" he asked. "Which means, you're involved now whether you like it or not."

"I wouldn't mind."

"For the children," Heather said sweetly. "It's all about the kids, Jack."

"Which booth?" he asked. "Because you're not telling me something, I can tell."

"Well, it's a simple one, really. Very easy to run. You'll have no problem with it at all. And the children just love it-"

"Which booth, Heather?"

His sister rolled her eyes. "The dunking booth."

Jack raised his eyebrows at Sam. "See?"

"I don't have a problem with a dunking booth," Sam said. "I like water."

Both women grinned and turned to face Jack, but it was Sam's promising smile that grabbed him, and he groaned because he knew.