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“Zorro. We meet again.”

“Yes. Perhaps we should blame fate.”

“Or you were following me.”

His laugh was also just as I remembered, evoking a burn deep inside. “I’m not in the habit of following women, even one so enticing and beautiful.”

“This is a club only locals know about.” Why was I arguing with him?

“I didn’t say I was unaware of what the city had to offer. I’ve been here before.”

No, he hadn’t. I noticed a man standing in close proximity, watching us closely. “Did you need to bring a bodyguard? Are you a famous rockstar, and that’s the real reason for the mask?”

“I assure you that I’m no one special, goddess. However, I do enjoy this time of year. It allows us to be someone we’d prefer to be.”

“Does that mean you don’t like the man hiding behind the mask?”

His gaze was as penetrating as the night before, perhaps more so. I had a feeling he was searching for the woman behind the mask, determined to pick at my vulnerabilities.

“We all have things about our lives and actions that we desire to change. Isn’t that true,diosa?”

“I am no goddess.”

“A woman then who captures everything about sexual love and beauty.”

I had to laugh. “I admit that your pickup lines are better than most.”

He laughed with me, the husky sound wrapping around me like a warm blanket in front of a fire. “Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t need to use false pretenses to obtain the company of a woman?”

“Perhaps, but that leads me to believe I was right in that you’re a wealthy, arrogant prick who believes all women should fall at your feet.”

“My. My. And you don’t know me.”

“I know your type,” I countered. “You expect everything to be handed to you.”

“Mmm… Since you seem to know me so well, then you understand what I’m looking for.”

“A one-night stand. Although the painting is quite fascinating, I’m not that kind of woman.”

He was pushing his luck by crowding my space, my breath stolen as his scent filtered into my system. But I couldn’t move. No, I didn’t want to move. “No, you’re not that kind of woman, Eden. You’re a breath of fresh air, strong and resilient, yet craving the ability to be free from your chains.”

“Ah, yes, something that only you can provide.”

He studied me as I did him, realizing he hadn’t shaved since the night before, the shadow across his jaw oozing sensuality. “Would you care to dance with a savage rogue who only wants to fulfill his needs?”

Now the man was chastising me.

“No. I’m enjoying a night with friends.” I wasn’t certain my statement would hold any merit.

He shifted his gaze toward the group, his chest rising and falling. “Then I won’t interrupt. However, I always keep my promises.” As he started to walk away, I was taken aback.

“Are you the artist?”

Zorro stopped short, taking a few seconds to consider my question. Why? Was he suddenly embarrassed? “I hope you enjoy the rest of your night.”

“You painted it. Why? You don’t know me.”

He exuded the same power and danger as the night before, but the sensuality was even more oppressive. When he walked closer, I backed away, which started a dance of our own. Soon, I was pressed against the wall, forced to stare up at him. When he planted his hands on either side of me, I was certain he was planning to kiss me.

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