Kimi, being the gregarious creature she was, moved on to other dance partners after fifteen minutes. Raven didn’t want to dance with anyone else, and fortunately, Douglas seemed loathe to give her up. He kept touching her, as if to make sure she and everyone else knew she was with him. The contact was innocent, just cupping her shoulder or elbow, sliding his hand down her upper arm, or brushing her waist. Yet every touch made Raven feel warm inside. The seductive way he swayed rather than jerking enthusiastically like many others were, also had her nerves jumping. The man was pure sex in jeans, and Raven found herself assaulted once again with visions of what he could do to her.
And those deep, dangerous eyes, with their mesmerizing gold color, seemed to hypnotize her. She just couldn’t look away from Douglas, not even when the floor grew more crowded than ever and she was constantly bumped into. It was almost as if they existed on a separate plane from everyone else, like ghosts among the living.
He had some kind of hold on her, Raven realized. It should have warned her away. Instead, she wanted to remain in his thrall, to see what danger the man truly represented. She moved close to him, so close that she could smell his exotic cologne. Close enough to feel the warm of his body against hers. Dancing with Douglas Bringer was like dancing with a cobra, a beautiful, deadly creature that bided its time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Releasing Fall 2013