I stood on the balcony of the mayor's mansion, sipping my vodka tonic and watching Rachael Harris as she worked the small crowd of people that were gathered around her.
I had walked past them and had smiled politely at her as I made my way to the double, glass French doors that led to the second floor balcony, and she had gone on about the best ways to invest your money and get the most return and returned a matching polite smile.
Everyone around her seemed enamored with the stunning brunette including me, what had started a few months ago as a casual fling was quickly becoming a dangerous ride for both of us.
Rachael brought out that reckless side of me, despite what rules I tried to set for myself.
I wanted her each time I was near her, and the things she could do with my body would make wet at just a mere thought of her.
"What's got you so deep in thought?" Jason's voice suddenly startled me.
I hadn't expected to see my older brother tonight.
"Nothing much, I didn't know you were going to be here tonight." I lied.
"It was a last minute decision, is Becca here tonight?"
I gave him that look of disapproval that he hated so much.
"Your wife already despises her, why would you add fuel to the fire?"
"I'm not adding fuel, just curious?" he said.
"Last time I saw her she was standing by the bar."
"You want another drink?" he asked slyly.
I just smiled and shook my head yes, I knew exactly what he was doing.
"I would love another drink."
Taking my empty glass, Jason quickly disappeared back inside.
Rachael had been watching us, waiting for him to leave and she smiled politely to him as they passed one another going through the doors.
"You didn't tell me you would be here." She smiled, her gaze taking me in.
I had chosen a simple black dress for the evening, nothing elaborate just a perfect little black dress and a pair of Vera Wang black platforms and had left my blonde hair loose and straight.
"I didn't?" I teased.
Rachael reached up and ran her index finger lightly over the velvet choker I wore, the soft, simple touch vibrating through my body.
"You're a bad girl, putting me in this position."
"What position is that?"The grin on my lips was automatic.
"Not telling me you were going to be here, wearing this dress and looking so damn sexy in it, I've had to walk around here watching you all night, when all I really wanted to do was pull you off into a dark corner somewhere."
That smile told me she was contemplating just that, her smoldering green eyes told me the same thing.
Over her shoulder I could see her date Steve Johnson just inside the glass doors, his gaze falling on us casually as he spoke to the group of men standing around him.
Taking a sip of my drink that little voice inside my head was coming to life, forming a plan.
"With your significant other just inside those doors?" I challenged her with a sexy grin.
Rachael stepped closer to me, leaning into me as she spoke.
"Is that a dare Jordan?"
Becca was looking for Jordan, and couldn't find her any where.
The night was getting long and she wanted to leave.
As she walked away from the bar, she was stopped suddenly by a hand lightly on her bare arm.
Turning around she came face to face with Jason.
They hadn't spoken since he'd gotten married months ago, he looked tired she thought and thinner.
"Sorry." He said politely, removing his hand.
"That's ok, how are you?"
"I'm good, how was your trip to Miami?" he asked.
She looked amazing he thought, tanned, toned and her hair was shorter than when he'd seen her last.
"Needed." She said flatly.
An uncomfortable silence fell between them.
"We haven't made it to polite conversation yet, have we?" he finally asked.
