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She should have known that the man would have looked spectacular in formal dress.
She bit back a groan. The truth was Andreas would look spectacular whatever he wore.
He lounged in her doorway, confident, sexy and so masculine that it took her breath away.
He was all temptation and trouble and she’d elected to spend the evening with him.
Great.
‘Hi, there.’ She sounded breathless and hated herself for it. She hoped he wasn’t any good at reading body language but her instincts said that he would be. This man knew everything there was to know about women.
His eyes slid slowly over her and finally he spoke. ‘You look sensational.’
Suddenly she wished she’d chosen to wear a different dress. Something that covered her up. Something that would protect her from the way he was looking at her. The dress she’d chosen skimmed her womanly curves and seemed demure enough from the front, but the back was a different matter, and she found herself wishing that she didn’t have to turn around.
He was looking at her quizzically. ‘Are you ready?’
‘I need to fetch my bag.’ Which meant turning round.
His gaze didn’t shift from hers. ‘Fine.’
Swallowing hard, she backed away from him and his eyes narrowed.
‘Is something wrong?’
‘No.’ This was utterly ridiculous! She took a deep breath and turned around, walking quickly to her room to collect her bag.
She returned in seconds. ‘I’m ready.’
He didn’t answer and slowly she lifted her gaze to his.
‘Well, now I know why you were reluctant to turn around,’ he said hoarsely, his dark eyes holding hers. ‘That dress should carry a health warning. Shall we go?’
He placed a hand on her bare back and it was as if she’d drunk champagne on an empty stomach. Her legs trembled and her head swam. She was acutely conscious of every inch of him as they made their way down in the lift and climbed into the car he had waiting.
It was a warm summer evening but suddenly Libby found herself shivering.
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His gaze settled on her face. ‘Are you cold?’
Libby shook her head, knowing that she’d never be able to convince him that she was cold.
She wasn’t cold. She was just suffering from an acute attack of out-of-control hormones. No man had ever affected her this way before. She’d never experienced this stomach-curling excitement that she felt with him.
‘So why are you shivering, agape mou?’
She turned to look at him and gave a moan as his mouth descended on hers.
His kiss was slow and erotic and within seconds she was clinging to him, wriggling closer, her whole body throbbing with a heat and desire that was totally unfamiliar.
When he finally lifted his head, her heart was thundering in her chest.
‘I’ve ruined your lipstick,’ he said huskily, his eyes resting on her swollen mouth. ‘I’m sorry.’
She swallowed hard and reached for her bag. ‘J-just don’t do it again,’ she stammered, ignoring his low chuckle.
Who was she kidding?
