Enrique watched, intrigued, as the tall, leggy brunette finished her wine, squared her shoulders, and began striding toward him with purpose. Her confidence turned him on, and he found himself biting back a grin as she neared, searing her with a hot gaze instead. When she finally reached him, he turned to her, giving her his full attention, and he saw her confidence waver a bit.

“Hi,” she said in a breathless tone, causing his body to react instantly.

“Hello,” he replied, taking her in. She really was stunning. “I’m Enrique.”

He held out his hand, and when she took it, he turned her hand slightly and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist.

Enrique saw her chest heave as she took a deep breath at his intimate touch, and smiled when he felt her pulse race beneath his thumb.

“Vanessa,” the beautiful stranger replied, her deep, throaty voice causing his dick to stir.

“It’s nice to meet you, Vanessa,” he said, still holding her delicate hand in his grasp. He noticed her look him over, her eyes heating and letting him know that she liked what she saw.

Enrique was at the party for business, and he knew that he was supposed to be making contacts and networking, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the contradiction that was Vanessa.

He’d noticed her early on, and had watched her intermittently throughout the night. She seemed confident and controlled. Definitely an important businesswoman or executive. She kept close to her pretty blonde friend most of the night, and hadn’t engaged with any men in other than what looked like a professional capacity. He’d seen the friend canvassing the room, and wondered what their game was … He couldn’t wait to find out what Vanessa wanted with him. He hoped it was the same thing he wanted with her.

“Tell me, what brought you to me, Mi Cielo.”

He watched something click in her eyes, as if she’d just made a decision, and was nearly blown away when she said, “I was wondering if you’d like to get out of here.”

His first instinct was to look around for hidden cameras.

Enrique felt the blood rush from his head, and he wanted more than anything to say yes, but suspicion led him to ask, “Did my cousin’s boyfriend put you up to this?”

Confusion crossed Vanessa’s face and he saw a flash of uncertainty as she asked, “What? No, no one put me up to this.”

He could feel her beginning to question her decision, so rather than allow her to bolt, he made an impulsive decision and answered, “Yes. Let’s go.”

Enrique led her through the sea of guests toward the front door, his hand resting gently on the small of her back. As she moved, the sultry scent of her wafted back and penetrated his senses.

His need for her was as sudden as it was intense, and he found becoming impatient as they waited for the valet.

“I can drive and bring you back for your car, or you can follow me.”

“I’ll follow,” he said, figuring it would be best to have his ride with him, and he wanted her to have the time alone on the drive, to be sure this was what she wanted.

He had to fight his desire to speed through the streets of Miami as he followed her lead. Vanessa pulled into the parking garage of high-rise condominiums. He pulled into one of the slots that said “Guest Parking,” then waited for her to join him by the bank of elevators.

The clicking of her heels hit him like a pulse, and he was surprised at how sexy he found the sound. He’d never been this turned on by a woman he’d never even kissed. The chemistry was off the charts, and he prayed to God that she wouldn’t change her mind.

She gave him a small smile as she approached, and he could see the tremble of nerves on her lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked, hoping that she said yes.

She gave a slight nod, then walked into the open elevator and stood, waiting for him to enter behind her before pressing the button. Once they reached her floor, and subsequently, her door, he came to a decision. One he’d never reached before, but he found himself willing to try anything, to do anything, to be with this captivating woman.

He shut the door behind him, watching as she moved through her modern-styled living space, her confidence seemingly returned now that they were on her turf. He stood in the entryway, waiting as she placed her things on a side table and turned to him.

“Please, come in,” Vanessa said when she saw he hadn’t moved to come inside her condo.

“While we’re here, from this point forward, Mi Cielo, you are in control.”

She cocked her head to the side, unsure of what to make from his statement.

Enrique stayed where he was, giving her time to fully understand his meaning. He found he was willing to do whatever it took to be with this woman tonight, even if it meant turning over control. Something he had never considered doing with anyone else.

He could see when she got it. She stood taller, her legs seeming to get impossibly longer, and her nipples peaked beneath the black material of her dress. He could tell she got off on the idea of being in control, even as he wondered whether or not she had anything on under that dress.