Kenya is a cat on a mission. Go to her job interview in fabulous Las Vegas and manage to wrangle in a vacation. Shouldn’t be too hard to do in Sin City. She hadn’t counted on a hotel full of dogs giving her sneezing fits anytime she leaves her room. How can she get in relaxation, or even meet a guy when every one she encounters brings on an allergy attack? Desperate and blotchy, she decides to try 1Night Stand. Maybe Madame Eve can set her up with a man who will knock her socks off before she knocks him off his feet? Or at least one she can date without taking a Benadryl. Kenya finds herself blown away, in a different way, by handsome, charming, explosively sexy Raphael. But they are worse than apples and oranges—they are cat and dog, a huge problem any day of the week, even if she wasn’t allergic to his type!
Grabbing my keycard, black cashmere wrap, and purse, I rushed out the door. Surely the gift store has pantyhose, and there was a boutique down there too, right? As the elevator dropped toward the lobby, my purse vibrated. I cursed, fumbling, with the room key still in my hand and wrestling with my falling wrap, while trying to open the small clutch to get to my phone. A text from Madame Eve.
Raphael is going to be early, so you better hurry if you want to beat him to the bar. Always better to be early than late, dear. Order a Kitten’s Delight on me. Good luck, and remember to have fun. Let your Brazilian temperament shine through.
A Kitten’s Delight? I shook my head. Madame Eve seemed to know what worked and what her clients needed…before they did. Just a tad creepy. Shaking my head, I packed my phone and keycard in the clutch, pulled the wrap around my bare shoulders, and impatiently waited for the elevator doors to open. Rushing out, eyeing the boutique across the lobby and praying that it was still open, I ran into a man. An actual man, not of the sneeze-inducing, canine variety.
“I’m so sorry,” a deep voice apologized. I recovered from my embarrassing sprawl across the carpet, brushing imaginary lint off my dress.
“No, no it was my fault. Not watching where I was going. I’m just running a bit….”
Glancing up, I noticed the lips first. Gloriously full, kiss me lips, that I could easily imagine running down my neck and following the plunging neckline of my dress. They brought to mind pleasure so intense it could even make me howl in delight. And were quirking into a grin. Shit. I quickly looked up beyond them to a pair of smiling hazel eyes engaged in their own perusal of me, from bare feet to the loosely curled hair that fell mid-way down my back.
“Anyway,” I continued, “I do apologize.” And wish you were the one I was meeting tonight. That’s not my luck though.
“No problem. I know better than to get in the way of a woman on a mission. Maybe we’ll see each other again.”
Oh God I hope so!
“Maybe.” I settled for a nod in his direction and a longing glance at his ass as he walked away, before hauling my butt to the boutique.