Fearless. Tawny Weber

hotel guests could get past. Luke stopped, too, a look of friendly inquiry on his face. No impatience, no “Hurry up and get naked so I can get my rocks off with a stranger” eagerness.

      She’d told him she was here for fantasy time, and she hadn’t been subtle about the nature of that fantasy. It was all about sex. No-strings-attached, free and easy, naked and wild sex.

      She knew it.

      He knew it.

      But instead of pushing, pressuring or even assuming, he wanted to have a drink with her.

      And talk?

      Like…he really wanted to get to know her first?

      Seriously?

      All her doubts came rushing back.

      “You want to go get a drink?” she asked, drawing the words out in case he wanted time to change his mind.

      “Sure. Maybe something to eat if you’re hungry.” Amusement shone in his deep blue eyes, as if he knew she was confused and found it funny. Was he doing this just to keep her off balance?

      Frowning, Gia searched his face.

      For a second, she got lost in appreciation for how freaking good-looking the man was. The glittering light from the chandeliers highlighted his sharp cheekbones, his sculpted lips. Swept off his forehead, his black hair gleamed.

      She’d always known he was gorgeous.

      His sexiness had never been a question.

      But she’d never been this close. Never known he might be fun and sweet and cute, too.

      For the first time since she and her friends had concocted this plan, Gia was afraid. Not of playing dress-up and trying to seduce her fantasy guy. Not of the plan going all to hell. Not even of stripping naked and laying bare her every sexual fantasy with the hopes that he’d be interested enough to play.

      No. For the first time, she was afraid of getting hurt.