ight tension. Anastasia could literally sense electric sparks flying across the room as green eyes watched her broodingly from the other sid

ication when she was no longer captive of that intensely cogent gaze

er come close to experiencing before. Hell, her heart was still jackhammering in her chest like she'd just run a

ted herself mentally, taking a first hesitant sip of her Mojito. She was determinedly no

way, she prepped

cted to a pair of grey eyes, which belonged to a gorgeous male who seemed to be breathing down her neck. Her smil

ith a besotted look, but weirdly enough, she was not in the least affected by him. In any other situation, she might have been flattered or even amused, but ton

r very limited vocabulary. « No Italian, » she

with every shift in his seat. He rattled off another string of Italian she barely understood, something

e message. With a sigh of defeat and a strained smile, he

ng a sigh of relief when

who was

s a fluke, she dismissed carelessly-she knew herself well enough to acknowledge that crazy passion was not for her. She was logical, c

urreptitious glance toward the stranger a

ted his favorite present – one he couldn't wait to unwrap. He didn't look eager though, just

by a mere look; he did not even

e opposite direction as avoidance tactics. She busied herself with her drink, stirrin

Ana,

he rhythmic thud of bass from the speakers at the far end of t

ice the weight of his gaze burning into her. It was almost physical, an in

air of Milan whispering wild ideas into her mind. Ma

hing her purse a little tighter. She needed a breath

er way through the crowd, her steps unsteady from the tensio

instantly. The scent of fresh rain on cobblestones filled he

a

About the look in his eyes. About the way her body had betrayed

steps approaching until

cappata

there, hands casually shoved into the pockets of his dark trousers, his

hair, casting soft highlig

said automatically, her voice m

w and rich, sending a war

y, his accent deliciously foreign but his words perfec

e pushed off the wall,

untered, her voice steady des

al space, but enough that she could smell the subt

head slightly as he studied her. « B

eply but found herself at

, who could hold her own in a boardroom full of billiona

at the absurdity of

nly thing she could do-she

low, almost predatory, and it sent a

promise in his gaze-one she

rapidly losing t