Sliding her fingers up to the top button of the white cotton nightshirt, she twirled it to and fro before releasing the catch. She saw his throat work as he swallowed hard, she had his full attention.

"So that's one vote for leaving." She murmured as she moved on to the second button in the line, releasing it quickly and moving on to the third and fourth. "And one vote for staying."

She glanced quickly at his eyes, smiling in secret delight as she noted how focused he was on the small patch of skin revealed by her impromptu strip tease.

If her actions were affecting him, that was nothing compared to the havoc they were wreaking on her. Her breasts had begun to tingle, aware as never before of the scrape of the cloth against her tightening nipples. Her fingers trembled and fumbled with the buttons as she felt his attention, riveted on her, arousing her to a fever pitch.

She pressed her legs together, her hips rocking in a slight, sultry sway to the music in her head. She lifted her fingers from their task to caress her skin along the edge of the fabric. Wetness gathered between her thighs at the deep, warning rumble that came from his chest.

Reaching the fifth and final button, she stood poised for a moment, enjoying his anticipation before shrugging her shoulders, the top sliding to the floor. Suddenly she was worried about his reaction. All her old insecurities about her generous figure rose to the surface. Diving for the bed covers sounded more and more tempting.

"Can I change my vote?" he grated harshly, the muscles in his neck taut, his hands fisted against his thighs in restraint. She took one step back when he made a move as if to reach for her.

"It'll cost you." She brazened it out, distracting him by motioning to his clothing. "We do have a very specific dress code." He flashed a devilish grin before standing to tower over her.

"I do believe my ability to remove my clothes in an entertaining fashion has been questioned." She chuckled softly at his words, remembering their conversation on the dance floor that first night. The laughter died in her throat as he began to unbutton his shirt.

His dark eyes scorched her skin as he revealed his body slowly, sensually. He toed off his boots and reached for the clasp on his pants, and she was sure she might actually swoon. He was good. She'd been right. He could have made a fortune.