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He’s super hot. Of course it was easy for him.
All he has to do is smile and women drop to their knees. I’m convinced I’m going to trip over my tongue and fall flat on my face.
No. I can do this. I’m not stupid. I’m not meek. And if tonight is any indication, I’m not a total wallflower. In fact, the thought of men anxiously waiting for me to acknowledge them makes me feel sexually powerful, like Jonathan figured out how to lay the whole world at my feet and all I have to do now is seize it.
Let’s do this.
I turn back to the indoor balcony, and I watch Jonathan peruse the venue as he lounges on the couch like a big cat waiting for its prey to walk by.
Dragging in a calming breath, I strut my way through the crowd, my hips rolling sensually from side to side as I approach Jonathan, bending to place a hand on his shoulder and murmur in his ear. “Hi.”
Is that sultry voice mine?
“Hey there.” He smirks as he turns toward me.
There’s his velvet voice again. It nearly trips me up. I push anxiety down.
“I’m Kiera.” I extend my hand in his direction. “What’s your name?”
“Jonathan. Nice to meet you.” He rises from his seat. “Would you care to sit with me?”
I play coy. “You sure? You seemed awfully cozy with that girl sitting next to you earlier.” I refer to myself.
“Her? Oh, we’re just friends.”
I smirk. “Then she won’t mind me stealing you away?”
“Not at all.”
I sit beside him on the couch, legs crossed as he drapes his arm over my shoulders. I try to ignore my jumpy heart rate. “So, Jonathan…I saw you across the room and thought you looked intriguing.”
“Yeah? What about me intrigues you?”
What doesn’t?
“You’re hot, for starters. You’re charming. You seem funny. I could go on.” I settle my hand over his free one, my skin erupting in goose bumps as we touch. Though this scenario isn’t real, what I’m saying to him is. “What do you find interesting about me?”
“How do you know I’m interested at all?”
“You haven’t left,” I point out.
He chuckles. “You got me there. You’re sexy, and I like how forward you are.”
If only the things he’s saying were real.
I shrug. “I had to snatch you up somehow.”
“Mission accomplished. Now what did you have in mind?”
“What are you thinking?” I send him a sultry smile.
And just like that, he seems totally hooked. Even better, our conversation was natural and easy. Why did it take me this long to figure out how to talk to a guy? I don’t know how Jonathan managed, but he somehow got me out of my head. Because he’s developed skills as an eternal bachelor? Or because I’m on the edge of being dangerously enamored with him?
Long moments pass as we stare into each other’s eyes. He pulls me closer. I press my hand to his chest, my fingers touching skin that feels hot even through his shirt. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He eases in. I lean toward him. His mouth hovers over mine. I lose my train of thought.
All I know in this moment is that I’m listening to my body. And my body wants more of him.
I don’t want to get carried away…but it’s hard not to. The closeness we’re sharing, where I’d swear nothing but unwanted clothes separates us, feels amazing. God, I want to kiss him right now. If I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, would he push me away?
