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Asshole He knoasn’t looking at Lewis I was looking at him

“Maybe I was ad his tattoos”

“You’re a fan of body art?”

“I guess you’re not”

His gaze doesn’t alter, watchingbecause, just look at hiainst a wall properly, never mind cover his impeccable self with ink

“No” I narrow ht “You’re not the type”

“No?” A sh hestrange to my insides “Well, you would need to offer me more than a pink cocktail if you want to find out”

I find I’ asto turn the conversation away from me

“You know I have no interest in Lewis So e as I hear my not so confident response I didn’t mean Lewis I meant while he watched me dance with Nikki But my unease is unfounded by his low-voiced announcement

“I have no plans whatsoever that involve sharing you”

Soa bitch to make the man mine because the man has other plans

Likeme his

And I see that now See the subtle ways he took control The whisky and the server, the way he held my wrist

His gaze pins me to the wall as a current leaps in the air between us, white hot and electric It feels powerful And daring Like it would only take for one of us to reach out, and the whole world would explode Despite the tension, when my reply falls out of my mouth, I’m surprised at how casual the words sound

“Is this some kind of a weird come-on, Lyle?”

“It’s Alexander” There’s a warning in his tone as he steps away fro over le down“And that wasn’t a come on This is”

His big hands findaround to cup my neck as he slants his mouth over mine Maybe the world didn’t explode, but the moment is potent, and the first brush of his lips almost elemental And I know I’m not alone in this as he pulls back just a little, alh to study me A silent did you feel that, too?

“Kisson his wide shoulders as though to prevent an escape

“You’re bossy for soainst his skin as his gaze dips tointo our next kiss