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Finn raised his chin, his bewildered expression worthy of an Oscar-winning actor. ‘Who?’
‘The one who races them fast cars.’
Frowning, Finn turned to face her, his voice thick and deep enough to carry a perfect American drawl. ‘Hey, baby, do I look like that race-car driver?’
Suddenly slap-happy, as if she’d had one too many beers, Serena glanced past Finn to the stranger. ‘That British guy?’ she asked incredulously.
With a dubious flush, the other man shrugged. ‘He could be.’
‘No way.’ Shaking her head, she leaned back against the pad of her chair. ‘He’s weird-looking. And his eyes...’ She deliberately pulled a shudder up her spine.
Finn cocked one dark blond brow, excused himself graciously, then twisted his mighty fine torso and leaned into her.
‘What’s wrong with his eyes?’
‘They’re weird. Cerulean blue and yet sometimes...’ She left him dangling for a few blissful seconds in an effort to get him back for all the times he’d toyed with her.
‘Sometimes...?’ he demanded.
‘They change colour. Gleam in a feral kind of way. Hypnotic.’
‘Hypnotic?’ he murmured silkily, his skin flushed beneath the shadowy peak of his cap. ‘Maybe it depends what he’s looking at.’
Their gazes caught, held in timeless suspension, and the pull tugged at the base of her abdomen until warmth flooded her knickers.
A groan ripped from his throat as if he knew. Could smell the scent of her arousal.
‘And...’ She smothered her lips with moisture. ‘He has this serious animalistic vibe going on. He growls.’
Sculpted in black leather, his broad shoulders rose and fell as the tempo of his breathing escalated. ‘Do you like it?’
‘I love it.’ She’d been lured, ensnared, and now she wanted to be caught—
No. No! God, what was going on with her? She had to cut this out. Think friends.
The hand that lay on his muscular thigh fisted and he pulled back an inch or three. ‘Do you know what Seraphina means, Miss Scott?’
She gave a little shake of her head and he elaborated.
‘The fiery one.’
Right now that made perfect sense.
‘So be careful that you don’t get set ablaze. You don’t want to get burned, do you, Seraphina?’
‘You burn women?’ she whispered, sounding more intrigued than appalled—and how ridiculous was that? Of course the man burned women. He had a much-publicised trail of ashes in his wake to prove it.
‘Badly,’ he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. ‘Hence my rules.’
Throat swollen, she had to squeeze out the words. ‘What rules are they, Finn?’
‘No commitment. No emotional ties. Just pleasure beyond your wildest imagination.’
‘That sounds...’
‘Good. It’s good, baby. For as long as it lasts. A few hours at the most. Then there’s nothing but emptiness. So believe me when I say keep safe and don’t be lured by your inner fire. Especially when it ignites for me.’
A ten-bell siren blared through her head, silenced her desire. He was only being brutally honest. No flippant innuendo from this man. No play on words. No clever retort. She liked the real Finn St George, she realised. Very much. He was an arrogant, seductive, sexy blend of bad-boy meets boy-next-door.
Keep safe. Good advice. Not that commitment interested her. Emotional ties made her blood run cold. She’d just lost one man she’d loved, and being obsessed with a player who rapped on death’s door with alarming frequency wasn’t her idea of a rollicking good time.
Still, what if Finn was the only man she’d ever want sexually? Was she crazy to want to experience such pleasure once in her life? She knew the game, the rote, had been a spectator all her life. She could play by the rules, couldn’t she?
Serena fancied he could see the internal battle warring inside her, because he raised his hand and swept a strand of hair from her brow with a shiver-inducing graze.
‘Trust me, beautiful. It’s a bad idea.’
The main lights dimmed and what remained was a black canvas ceiling dotted with tiny pricks of light. It was like sitting beneath a million twinkling stars. So romantic that yearning pulled at her soul.
Finn eased back into his own chair, leaving her oddly bereft. Until the music struck an almighty beat and she felt the punch of power deep in the pit of her stomach. Then the full instrumental peeled from the band, the sound caroming around the vast expanse to infuse the atmosphere with what she could only describe as a seriously evocative sensual bent.
‘Oh, my life.’
The thought slammed into her psyche within seconds. Finn hadn’t intended bringing her here at all. So who...?
