Secret Moves(21)

But her eyes couldn't focus. She stared unseeingly outside as her mind's eye pictured Trey getting chatted up by girls at the club just a few minutes' walk away from this apartment. Geez, how many women had he brought up here? Countless, she guessed.

The thought was like ice water poured on her libido.

She shook her head. She'd been so looking forward to tonight, but now she didn't know if she could go ahead with it. Sure, she could still take him through his dance lessons. She was a professional, after all. But sex? When she knew she'd just be one of the others?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Kris. Why should that matter?

Of course, she'd just be one of the girls. And Trey would just be one of the guys. Why limit herself to one fling partner? There was nothing stopping her from having more than one.

Hah! If she was going to let her hair down, she might as well go all out. Trey would have other women. That was as sure as the sky was blue. No big deal, she would have other men after she finished with him. Things were really that simple. Right?

"Hey, why the frown on that pretty face? I thought you said this view relaxes you." Trey sat next to her and handed her a glass of wine.

She sighed and smiled at him. "You wouldn't want to know."

"I asked, didn't I? Ergo, I would want to know," he said playfully, shifting in his seat to face her fully and brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. He'd done that a few times now, and she liked it.

She sipped her wine and regarded him intently. "I was just thinking of how many flings I could have while I'm here."

Trey stared at her in complete bafflement. "Why?"

She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow," he said as he straightened in his seat and looked outside. He looked annoyed, maybe even insulted.

"Hey, that came out totally wrong," she said apologetically. "The truth was I was just put out at the thought of you taking other women to your bed."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she zipped it. Once again, her filter failed her. Heck, she didn't want Trey to know about her feelings. She was positive it would make him run for the hills.

"Why were you put out?" he asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of the answer.

Think, Kris. Think!

"Well, I suppose it's similar to your fear of dancing in front of people," she answered after a pause. "I don't want to be embarrassed if I'm not as good as most of the girls you've slept with. Since I haven't been with a man for almost a year, I could be rusty and…not satisfy you. That would be a blow to my ego."

Trey shook his head in disbelief, his mouth curving into that cute lopsided smile. "I want to make another bet," he said in a low, sexy voice.

"What?"

"I bet that you'd satisfy me just fine."

Her breathing shallowed as that fire in her belly flared up again. Could he really set her alight that quickly?

"What's the prize for the winner?" she asked.

"The winner gets to choose the prize."

"What would you want as a prize?" she asked curiously.

"If I win, I want to be your sex slave—at your beck and call for three weeks—as long as you promise to call on my services at least every other day—if not every day," he said with a salacious grin.

She laughed, her misgivings easing at the idea that filled her head. If she played this right, she could crowd out the other girls. She could be Trey's one and only—for three weeks.

Ooh, bad idea, Kris. Knowing you, you're likely to fall head over heels. What if Trey didn't? You could end up with pieces of your heart scattered all over Sydney soil.

She pushed away the unwelcome killjoy voice in her head. Three weeks was a long time. Who knew what might happen? She was prepared to plunge head-first, just like she always did with things she really wanted.

Gosh, she was such an optimistic, romantic fool. But that was who she was, and she couldn't change now. If this turned out to be the wrong decision later on, she'd worry then. For the time being…

She turned to Trey and held out her hand. "Deal."

Trey let out a surprised laugh, as if he didn't really think she would take his teasing proposition seriously. "Deal," he said, gripping her hand tightly.

She sat closer to him and slowly ran her fingers along his jaw and down to the first button of his shirt. "Since I really want to lose this bet, I better get started. I might need all night."

"Do whatever you want," Trey said huskily.

"Hmm. I think I can kill two birds with one stone," she said sultrily as she stood up in front of him. "Since I still need to give you dance lessons, I might as well show you some moves."

She took a sip from her wine glass and put it down on the coffee table.