One Night With A Billionaire(18)

To her surprise, his mouth twisted to hear that, his expression souring. “That’s the problem. No one ever seems to care how the nice guy feels, huh?” He tilted his head and studied her for so long that she began to feel self-conscious. “Except you.”

Her hair was blowing into her face, and she impatiently pushed it aside, thinking. What could she possibly say to him that wouldn’t sound stupid? I noticed you all night? I can’t help but be interested because you’re the perfect guy and Daphne’s throwing you away? I wish you’d notice me?

None of those phrases would come out of her mouth without embarrassing her, so she stood there, mutely staring at him, this perfect, wonderful man who deserved much better.

“It’s funny,” Cade said, stepping closer to Kylie. His hair blew in the breeze and for a moment, he looked like a fallen angel in the shadows. “Tonight, when I saw Daphne, do you know what the first thing in my mind was? It wasn’t that I was glad to see her, or worried that she was sick. Because I expected those things. It was disappointment . . . that she didn’t look like you.”

Kylie’s brows drew together. Huh? “I think you’re drunk, Cade.”

“I’m drunk,” he agreed. “Because I’d never say this otherwise. But you’re utterly, insanely sexy and I’ve been completely attracted to you since the moment I saw you, even when I know I shouldn’t be. And here I am, up on the balcony in the middle of the night after what has been a miserable experience, and all I can think is that I’m not all that miserable, because I like watching you.” His fingers reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her forehead, tucked it gently behind her ear. “And it makes me wish I was one of those guys that didn’t give a shit about anyone but themselves, because I’d ask you to stay the night with me.”

Her eyes widened. His fingers traced the curve of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He wasn’t moving away. His speech wasn’t slurred. He . . . couldn’t be that drunk, could he? To be propositioning Kylie? “W-what do you mean, stay the night with you?”

“It’s late and you’re gorgeous,” he said bluntly, cupping her rounded cheek in his hand. “And I’m wondering if we should both live a little. Have an incredibly intense one-night stand and not think about it in the morning. What do you say?”

She stared up at his handsome face. His fingers were warm on her skin, his touch making her every nerve ending sit up and pay attention. She wanted to say yes. It had been at least two years since she’d dated someone. The last man she’d cared for was Jerred. And Jerred had done a really great job of hiding just how much of a dick he was until the last minute. He’d known just what to say and how to act to shatter Kylie’s fragile self-confidence, to the point that she hadn’t wanted to date again after him. Going on tour made it easy to skip personal relationships. It meant her schedule wasn’t her own, and it meant being away from home for long periods of time. And while on tour, she was surrounded by so many fit, lean, sexy dancers (or pop stars) that no one paid attention to curvy Kylie. Normally it didn’t bother her, and she was content to blend in with the wallpaper.

But tonight . . . wouldn’t it be nice to have a torrid fling with a man who wanted her for her? Scratch the itch for sex that desperately needed scratching?

Especially with the handsome Cade, who seemed to embody everything she liked in a man?

But Kylie wasn’t that kind of girl. Not really. Even though she might dream of being reckless and wild for a night, she was responsible. She’d be needed back at the tour HQ by noon so they could roll out to the next city. The smart thing would be to go back to her own hotel, get a few hours of shut-eye, and try to forget about tonight. Forget about Cade’s sad eyes, his wind-blown curls, the way he’d flirted with her in the coffee shop before the night turned into a bad dream.

Because she knew how things would turn out. He’d wake up in the morning, find himself next to her fat ass, be embarrassed, make excuses, and then they’d both feel awkward until Kylie disappeared.

So she shook her head and patted the front of his jacket. “Cade,” she said softly. “You’re hurting. That’s why you’re propositioning me”

“It’s true,” Cade said. His armstrong and firmwent to her waist and he pulled her against him, close enough that her breasts pushed up against his chest. “I’m hurting. I’m fucking wrecked over how Daphne’s acting. I’m so disappointed in her I can hardly stand it, and I think, for the first time in ten years, I’m really truly done with her. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to you. It’s the opposite, really. I couldn’t stop looking at you at the coffee shop, and I told myself it was okay to look, because I’d never see you again. Except I did. And I stared at you all night in the greenroom. Every time you laughed, every time you smiled, it turned me on. I hate that it all seems to be happening tonight, but I’m not going to think too hard about it. I want you.” He leaned in and gently kissed her mouth.