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
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