Gold and black – riches and sin, the beautiful day and wondrous night, enticing him like no other.
She glanced up and their eyes collided.
Noise ceased.
Desire surged.
To stride over and…
A hand pressed to his shoulder. “Seth?”
Miss Griffin twisted away.
The moment moved on; the jabber of friends resumed; Kian scrutinised his liquor.
“Yes, Miss Figstone?”
“The ballroom?”
He blinked. “But of course.” And he swivelled to proffer an arm, aware he was walking in the wrong direction.