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He should have looked afable and well-to-do. Just a regular businessman out on the town. Instead, he radiated a dangerous and lethal energy: a coiled storm caught in a big, muscular body, more than capable of carrying the weight of power and strength that sat atop his broad shoulders.
I couldn't leave if I wanted to,
Cause something keeps pulling me back to you…
I didn’t even realize I’d stopped until someone bumped into me and began moving again, trying to look away but being totally unable to. I couldn’t, not when I had the sense that he’d been watching me this whole time.
A smirk kicked up into his cheek, causing the hard lines of his face to be thrown into sharper relief. I’d never seen a man with such an intense pull or that kind of face. He had to be Italian,from the dark olive cast to his skin and the heaviness of those sexy eyebrows.
My mouth went dry and my bravado vanished as something hotter and wilder took its place. It was as though my body had been filled with electric lights setting vital components on fire, but I didn’t care.
Somehow, Iwantedto burn.
There's an energy when you hold me,
When you touch me, it's so powerful…
Around us, the music swung to extreme highs and lows, the singer’s voice clawing at my heartstrings as she cried for relief and release, for the electricity of the storm to take her away. I’d heard “Powerful”a thousand times before, but I’d never understood it until now.
As I got closer to this stranger, our eyes still locked. I wondered how it didn't seem peculiar, how it just… made sense. Whatwouldn'tmake sense would be if either of us had looked away. My hands began to shake, my heart was roaring in my chest, and I swore I felt the stars above the city quiver.
I wanted to say something to him.
Hello? No, that seemed too juvenile, too childish. He had to be at least five or so years older than me, maybe more. What interestwould he have in a nineteen-year-old artist up to her eyeballs in debt?
Still, his eyes never left mine, and he dipped his head as we passed, offering me a quick and sly smile. With my heart about to beat out of my chest, I gave him what had to be the dumbest and shyest smile in return. Then, once I got a little further, I slipped to the side and stopped, turning to watch him walk away, hoping he’d looked back.
And he did, this time winking before he vanished into the crowd.
Fingers tingling, my core too hot and pulsing frantically, I all but ran up to the street, desperate for the cold air to snap me out from whatever this was. For a brief second, all I could think of were his dark eyes and dangerous smile, his big hands and his perfect, full lips hushing all my troubles away.
I turned and glanced back down the hallway at the stairs, feeling a bit like Alice and her rabbit hole — maybe just like a rabbit.
Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if I chased down that big, bad wolf.
Forget him,said a voice in my head and I resolutely started up the stairs.
But I couldn’t, even though deep down I knew that sexy stranger probably wouldn’t give me a second thought even as I heard thesong chasing after me, a siren’s promise borrowed for the devil himself.
My mind running wild,
With thoughts of your smile,
Oh, you gotta give me some.
Or you could give it all,
But it's never enough, no…
CHAPTER TWO
Ty
The blonde didn’t make sense, not inthisbar.
None of it fit ? not her odd, weighted glance, not her shy smile, not her thrift shop college clothes, and sure as hell not her bartering God knows what from Dylan “The Dean” Owens.
Maybe it was because I could spot a fighter a mile away, someone who never gave up and would fight for life to the very last. She seemed like someone who needed an outlet for all that passion and rage ? preferably between the sheets.
