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At first, I was sure it had to have been on a billboard. An advertisement for some hot, new thriller and he’d landed the starring role. To say he was good looking was being modest. He was the kinda man who’d make any woman stammer and blush. It was in the eyes, so deeply blue that you’d get lost if you weren’t careful. That you’d throw aside common sense, judgement, the whole kit and caboodle when those eyes met yours. It was in the angles, each one strong and powerful and more compelling that the last. Like he was sculpted by some artist, perfection in the flesh.
And like the rest of him wasn’t alluring enough, the hair put the final nail in the coffin. It hung just long enough in the front that he had to push it back, only to have it dash back into those sea blue eyes. Eyes that sparkled with a smile that reached his lips and I felt like I’d pass out. Because I knew that mouth. Knew how those thick, soft and skilled lips felt against my skin.
It just confirmed that the sinking feeling in my chest, like someone had reached inside me and snatched my heart to the pit of my stomach, was the right reaction.
The uh oh reaction.
The way I felt, completely out of control, completely out of sorts and yet so singularly desired that I wanted to move closer, like a moth to a flame?
I’d only felt that way, that out of mind once before.
It wasn’t the kind of feeling you forget.
I knew who he was, the pieces all clicking into place before he even opened his mouth, so I did the honors.
“YOU.” I stumbled back into the hall. Needing air. Needing space.
Even though he’d put his weapon away, my body was betraying me. It was ready to forget that the last time our paths had crossed, this jerk had left quite the impression.
His eyes, still tinged with wisps of lust, danced over my horrified face. “A voyeur, eh? That’s kinda hot.”
When he continued advancing toward me, I grabbed the chair I’d almost attacked the door with and held it out between us. “You stop right there, Jason.” His name rolled off my tongue, filled with history. Filled with all the angst from that night. A night where I’d thought things were finally looking up, only to be left disappointed on New Year’s Eve. Given the best kiss, the best tongue that I’d ever had down there...and then given the biggest diss I’d ever experienced.
Jason was clearly a man who was used to doing the ordering, but he obeyed, stopping in the doorway when I said his name. I thought I looked pretty fearsome with the chair and the crazy eyes, but he leaned against the door jamb with the ease of a man who wasn’t afraid of much.
The silence between us was heavy with memories and my heart raised ever so slightly as his aqua colored eyes narrowed and I could see the gears working. I thought overhearing a pre-wedding hook up was my surprise, but was he about to apologize for what happened between us?
“We’ve met, haven’t we?” he asked, his tone hesitant. A little less confident than it had been a moment ago.
I angrily tossed said chair, the clang of it radiating through me. Emboldening my rage. “You could say that.”
He blinked at me from behind those sexy hooded eyelashes. He was making it hard to stay mad at him, but I’d be damned if I wouldn’t try.
“Shayla, right? From the rehearsal dinner?”
I regretted not hitting him with the chair.
I regretted not telling him to take a hike when we’d first met and I definitely regretted not telling him to go to hell when I saw his face just now.
He didn’t remember me at all.
He cringed, realizing that he’d screwed up. “Oh! Uh, I mean-”
“Get out of my way,” I growled, not even looking at him. Looking right through him. It was harder than I’d ever admit, ignoring the existence of one of the hottest men I’d ever seen. A man that had seen and tasted secret, naked parts of me.
He wisely dodged out of my path, but he still tried to cover his ass. “I said Shayla, but I meant-”
I slammed the door in his face, my chest heaving up and down.
It didn’t give me nearly the overwhelming satisfaction I’d hoped for.
I took the tiniest solace in the fact that I wasn’t crying. Tears were more than he deserved.
This man, the stranger from my worst New Year’s Eve, was the reason I’d sworn off dating. The guy whose mouth I conjured up whether I wanted to or not, when someone else’s mouth was trying to make me croon and failed miserably. The man who’d ruined me, because no one else had come close to making me feel the way he’d made me feel.
And he had no idea who I was.
CHAPTER TWO: JASON
