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"Good" He pulled the door open "I’ late,tenwho needs it ently forward Dazed, I so across the seat and buckling up as I silently questioned whether I’d noddedthe Suit clip out Dublin Street as the destination to the cab driver, I frowned and uess"

"You’re an American?"

At the soft question, I finally looked over at the passenger beside me Oh okay

Wow

The Suit wasn’t classically handsome, but there was a twinkle in his eye and curl to the corner of his sensual e, oozed sex appeal Perhaps in his late twenties or early thirties, I could tell frorey suit that he wore, that the Suit worked out He sat with the ease of a fit guy, his stomach iron flat under the waistcoat and white shirt His pale blue eyes see lashes, and for the life of et over the fact that he had dark hair

I preferred blondes Always had

Yet none of theht of the, masculine face stared into mine--sharp jaw-line, a cleft chin, wide cheekbones, and a roman nose Dark stubble shadowed his cheeks, and his hair was kind of ed unkener suit

The Suit raised an eyebrow atquadrupled, taking me completely by surprise I never felt instant attraction to men And since uy up on a sexual offer

Although, I’m not sure I could walk away froh my head I stiffened, surprised and unnerved My defenses immediately rose and I cleared my expression into blank politeness

"Yeah," I answered, finally re the Suit had askeds the heavens that ?" he murmured

As irritated as I was by my reaction to the Suit, I decided the less conversation between us the better Who knehat idiotic thing I ht do or say? "Nope"

"Then you’re a student"

I took issue with the tone Then you’re a student It was said with abuive his with interest This tilue those gorgeous eyes of his froaze, the Suit looked up into my face and notedI didn’t expect hi and then offer me the slowest, wickedest, sexiest smile that had ever been bestowed uponthe flush of heat between s "I was a student," I answered, with just a touch of snark "I live here Dual citizenship" Why was I explaining myself?

"You’re part Scottish?"

I barely nodded, secretly loving the way he said ‘Scottish’ with his hard ‘t’s

"What do you do now that you’ve graduated?"

Why did he want to know? I shot him a look out of the corner ofcould have fed me and Rhian on crappy student food for our entire four years of college "What do you do? Iwomen into cabs?"

His small smirk was his only reaction tolawyer Answering questions with questions, hed a rich, deep rulittered at me "I’m not a lawyer But you could be I seem to recall a question answered with a question And that," he gestured toa shade darker as they visually caressed the curve of rown huskier

My pulse took off as our eyes locked, our gazes holding for far longer than two polite strangers’ should My cheeks felt war more and more turned on by him and the silent conversation between our bodies When htened beneath ed back into reality Pullingtraffic and prayed for this cab ride to be over yesterday