“It’s late and you’re gorgeous,” he said bluntly, cupping her rounded cheek in his hand. “And I’m wondering if we should both live a little. Have an incredibly intense one-night stand and not think about it in the morning. What do you say?”

She stared up at his handsome face. His fingers were warm on her skin, his touch making her every nerve ending sit up and pay attention. She wanted to say yes. It had been at least two years since she’d dated someone. The last man she’d cared for was Jerred. And Jerred had done a really great job of hiding just how much of a dick he was until the last minute. He’d known just what to say and how to act to shatter Kylie’s fragile self-confidence, to the point that she hadn’t wanted to date again after him. Going on tour made it easy to skip personal relationships. It meant her schedule wasn’t her own, and it meant being away from home for long periods of time. And while on tour, she was surrounded by so many fit, lean, sexy dancers (or pop stars) that no one paid attention to curvy Kylie. Normally it didn’t bother her, and she was content to blend in with the wallpaper.

But tonight . . . wouldn’t it be nice to have a torrid fling with a man who wanted her for her? Scratch the itch for sex that desperately needed scratching?

Especially with the handsome Cade, who seemed to embody everything she liked in a man?

But Kylie wasn’t that kind of girl. Not really. Even though she might dream of being reckless and wild for a night, she was responsible. She’d be needed back at the tour HQ by noon so they could roll out to the next city. The smart thing would be to go back to her own hotel, get a few hours of shut-eye, and try to forget about tonight. Forget about Cade’s sad eyes, his wind-blown curls, the way he’d flirted with her in the coffee shop before the night turned into a bad dream.

Because she knew how things would turn out. He’d wake up in the morning, find himself next to her fat ass, be embarrassed, make excuses, and then they’d both feel awkward until Kylie disappeared.

So she shook her head and patted the front of his jacket. “Cade,” she said softly. “You’re hurting. That’s why you’re propositioning me—”

“It’s true,” Cade said. His arm—strong and firm—went to her waist and he pulled her against him, close enough that her breasts pushed up against his chest. “I’m hurting. I’m fucking wrecked over how Daphne’s acting. I’m so disappointed in her I can hardly stand it, and I think, for the first time in ten years, I’m really truly done with her. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to you. It’s the opposite, really. I couldn’t stop looking at you at the coffee shop, and I told myself it was okay to look, because I’d never see you again. Except I did. And I stared at you all night in the greenroom. Every time you laughed, every time you smiled, it turned me on. I hate that it all seems to be happening tonight, but I’m not going to think too hard about it. I want you.” He leaned in and gently kissed her mouth.

She gasped, surprised at the feel of his mouth against hers. She . . . hadn’t expected that. And yet, she was filled with the desire for more. The kiss had been way too brief.

His thumb grazed her lower lip, his gaze on her face. “I want you so much I can hardly stand it. It’s not just because you happen to be here and I’m horny. It’s because it’s Kylie here, Kylie pressed up against my chest, and Kylie that makes my dick hard every time she smiles. Will you stay the night with me?”

She gazed up at him, considering. Part of her was screaming that this was stupid. That he was hurting and rebounding from Daphne’s antics. That if he was playing her just to get back at Daphne, he was the most sincere-seeming man ever. Because everything he did made it seem like he truly wanted her. From the way he watched her mouth as she licked her lips, to the way he pulled her body against his, it truly did seem as if Cade was attracted to her.

To her. Kylie Daniels. AKA, Fat Marilyn.

And really . . . what would it hurt to stay the night with Cade? He’d made it clear that this would be a fling. A one and done. A gorgeous guy wanted her for just one night of hot sex? No strings attached, no worries, no relationships, no nothing?

How was there possibly a downside to this?

There probably was, Kylie’s conscience told her. Daphne was her boss, and she was playing with fire to even think about hooking up with Cade.

Even so . . . hadn’t Daphne tossed him away earlier tonight? Hadn’t she made it quite clear that she was more interested in partying and getting stoned than spending time with Cade?