her eyes wide, dark, and dange

where. I can have my driver at the front in five minutes." He saw a flicker in her eyes, a momenta

e asked, her voice ti

anted her to feel the hard, demanding reality of his desire-to know exactly what she had started. "I promise he will bring you home safely... after

d his to press a lingering, chaste kiss to his fingertips

lance. Alexander stood there for a beat, rooted to the spot, watching the rhythmic, provocative sway of her hips. He blindly reached into his jacket

Front entrance. Five

. Bolton. Where

ould ask anything else. He thrust his hand through his

lterated impulse. It was reckless. It was unlike him. But as he watched her slide her card across the bar, the light catching the elegant curv

hey were playin

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ing the curve of her spine. She leaned into the role of the provocateur, ensuring every step was a deliberate masterpiec

thick and molten, and every nerve ending was screaming for the privacy of the night. She wanted them alone. Now. But racing to the bar would

rtender asked, flashing a grin

clutch on the polished wood and

sionalism overriding his curiosity, but his eyes held a g

, please. M

to the side of his head and rattling it with a rhythmic,

lbows on the bar, resting her chin i

shaker-shaken, chilled, and about to be devoured. She smi

ctions. Not tonight, and definitely not with him. No matter how captivating his voice or how deep those chocolate eyes were, she needed him to be a ghost by m

that unexpected, boyish dimple. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He was on

sented a small silver tray holding the two receipts. Isabell

oblem

in the air pressure, and a sudden radiation of heat against her back. The fine hairs on her neck prickled in delicious anticipation beneath the delicate fabric of her gown. She strung the

ing up at him. Up close, the dimple was ev

mused, dark br

hrough the rising tide of des

fted into genuine

relishing the rare moment of having him off-balance. "Do

'm used to it,

"Well, consider this your offic

bido. "Point made," he said as he placed his hand in the small of her back,