Love Me Knot: a Knot PMC Standalone (Knot PMCs Book 4) by Jo Chambliss

Author:Jo Chambliss [Chambliss, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-08-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chelsea

The ballroom is wall-to-wall filled with Norfolk’s wealthiest, most powerful, and influential. I don’t fit into any of those categories, but I can fake it with the best of them. Curious glances are cast our way as Jackson escorts me toward the bar with a hand at my back.

The focal point of the high-class venue is the antique bar spanning half the right side. A stage takes up the left side and is done up to resemble an old Gaslamp theatre. A dance floor is set up in front of the stage. Dining tables fill the center of the room, and the casino area is on the far end.

Just inside the entrance are table displays showcasing the organization’s charitable endeavors. And to add a little competition and showmanship to the evening, a projector displays a real-time top-ten list of tonight’s donors. Top billing right now sits at nine thousand dollars. That’d be a surefire way to attract attention.

Jackson catches me looking and whispers, “Good idea, but we’ll wait until Harding is confirmed to be here to see it. Until then, let’s do a lap and then decide where to stake out.”

I don’t argue because Jackson’s plan is precisely what I would suggest. It seems the man is a fair match regarding battlefield strategy. Well, Chels, he is a SEAL platoon leader. They didn’t promote him for his tight ass.

Jackson and I mix and mingle our way past the bar to the back, noting the various politicians and gods of business playing roulette, craps, and blackjack. As we leave the casino area, Jackson bends to whisper in my ear, nuzzling his nose against my cheek to hide his motive. “You’re being eye-fucked by at least four men right now. We could use that to our advantage.”

Reaching up to grab Jackson’s lapel, I tug him down to me. “I watched a dozen women try to picture you beneath that suit. How do you want to play this?”

A rumble sounds in his throat, and then he says, “Dance with me.”

I release my fake husband, who takes my hand, leading me to the dance floor. “My dancing skills will test your acting mettle,” Jackson warns as he drapes my hand over his shoulder and takes my waist.

I lift onto my toes long enough to say, “If you slip up, I’ll pretend I stepped on your foot.”

The music is soft and romantic, and I try to focus on anything except the feel of Jackson’s hard body. He’s warm and sure, and I fit perfectly in his arms. Jackson’s rich smoke scent only adds to his allure. If I weren’t careful, I could get lost here. The man is more than intoxicating.

We’re barely a minute into the dance when Jackson murmurs against my temple, “I’ve just spotted Harding.”

His voice snaps me out of my reverie and reminds me not to get caught up in the moment. I clear my throat and glance toward the top donor display. “Let’s make our donation and put eyes on the admiral.

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