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His appearance was distracting as hell I could barely think straight while staring into that dazzling face “I don’t think so,” Ianswer, but I’d already decided I wasn’t going through with this assign attractiveness and by the unshakable feeling thatme out
“Funny You don’t strike me as the coy type,” he said, and then unleashed a thousand awatt smile at me Oh Christ, he actually had dimples Dimples! What the hell kind of mafia boss had dimples, I ask you?
“I’ coy I sincerely don’t want to have a drink with you,” I told hi my eyes away from that smile
He laughed at that, a surprisingly genuine, uninhibited laugh “So you wanted me to ask you to have a drink in person, just so you could shoot me down?” The di and innocent when he smiled What an illusion
“I wanted you to askto be fetched by your lackey I didn’t say anything about agreeing once you asked”
That cornflower blue gaze slid to my mouth, and despite myself, I licked my lips In response, his full, sensuous lips parted in a silent gasp God, that was so to rest inso easily distracted by a pretty face He leaned in closer and said softly, his voice a bit husky, “Please? Just one drink” My cock leapt to attention at his proximity, as ht jeans
He was so close to me now that if I tilted ainst his He had serious personal space issues And apparently so did I, because I co the sensuous curve of his full lower lip His eyes slid shut and he leaned intoup to encircle my waist
Holy shit, as I doing? I pulled my hand back quickly and mumbled, “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that”
“No?” he whispered “What did you mean to do?”
I slid off hly rattled, and said, “I really should go”
He caught ly?) with mine, “You really should stay” And my heart actually fluttered What the hell!
I could not think clearly around this ht of him, the smell of him, the fact that sex oozed from every one of his molecules – it was too et who and what he was and jaue down his throat I turned and bolted from the bar
I left the VIP rooh the crowded dance club The cool night air onderfully bracing as I eed down the sidewalk and around to the quiet side street where I’d lucked into a parking space
When I reached the generic loaner car, I patted my pockets for my keys, and then swore vividly Damn Jess and these manslut clothes! The keys were in e, because these jeans were too tight to hold anything hed with frustration and splayed htly whacked ainst the roof of the car
“You did that wrong, Cinderella,” a now familiar voice behind me said “You’re supposed to leave a shoe behind, not the keys to the carriage”
I turned to look at Dmitri Teplov Christ, he’d actually followedlooped around his long, graceful index finger He shtly unsure of himself I stepped forward and took hold of ers and said softly, “What exactly is it about me that you find so repulsive?”
The answer to that question should be, the fact that you’re a lowlife criminal, or at the very least, the fact that you treatto jackhammer its way out of my chest just froht and stood eye to eye as he held h, “Nothing”