Page 7 of Sweet Deception

Or less sure of myself.

I can do twenty-fivefouettéturns perfectly, but one dance with Darren Kelly and I’m completely knocked off balance.

My…reaction…clouds my perspective, and that’s a very bad thing.

If I don’t get away from this deadly, dazzling man, he’s going to kill me, one way or another. I just know it.

Chapter Four

For some reason, my hand refuses to budge from the small of her back.

Like a mouse caught in a trap, her eyes remain locked on mine, unblinking.

Clearly, she’s afraid of me. Unnerved by our proximity. And yet, she’s not running for the hills.

I almost smile. This woman’s more amusing than she should be.

She seemed so confident when she approached, but her nerves finally joined the party.

It’s obvious she’s trying to escape. If she hadn’t tripped like that, I might’ve let her. But now that she’s back in my embrace, I’m struck all over again by how much I enjoy the feel of her lithe body glued to mine.

Truthfully, I’m completely blindsided by how right she feels in my arms.

The same way I was unprepared for how my protective instincts kicked in when I saw her falling.

What’s the matter with me?

I’m the family’s chaos agent. I destroy and break things.

I don’t protect them. And I don’t protect people outside the Kings.

Especially not a total stranger who’s attempting to play me for a fool.

Despite the thoughts bombarding my mind, we’re spinning in circles once again without uttering a word.

Her eyes say everything.

She’s realized she has no idea who she’s dealing with and would be better off barking up a different money tree. I sense the regret simmering beneath her facade.

I’m expecting her to flee, so shock zaps me when the woman bends her arms beneath mine, settles her hands on my waist, and tucks her face against my shoulder. My heart tugs in surprise.

Just the contact of her fingertips on my hips stirs my long-dormant dick.

And before I can recover from that, she starts to move her hands.

Ever so slowly, she pets my ass, one side followed by the other.

How’s she able to tantalize me by caressing me over my clothes? Who the fuck is she? This woman, who has the gall to feel me up in a crowded room under bright lights…

And I thought Iwas a fire-starter.

She comes to this wedding as a member of the waitstaff, then changes into that sexy party dress and crashes the reception.

She seizes my attention, even tempts me into dancing with her, then continues to get closer despite her obvious fear.

Now I’m thinking hard about that empty hotel suite with my name on it thirty-some floors above us that’s just waiting for a good time.

This woman… She’s good, I’ll give her that.