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his target, or rather she was zeroing
in on him. 
    The
dance floor crowd shifted and she was standing directly in front of him, eyes
flashing a dark blue that stared up at him with a direct challenge.  The
only word to describe her was elegant.  She was slim but still had some
curves, her nose was small and narrow complimenting her high cheekbones and
delicate triangular face.  She had a cupid bow mouth but the lower lip was
so full that it caught and held his attention with the promise of what that
mouth might be capable of.  Her hair was pulled back in some intricate
twist arrangement and it was all he could do not to reach out to set free all
those honey blonde locks.  Best of all he liked what she was wearing, the
tight knee length dark grey skirt and filmy silk light grey blouse concealed
more than revealed yet for some reason the skin that did peek through was all
the more alluring.  It was all he could do not to stare at the creamy
expanse exposed at the base of her throat where a pulse point throbbed.
    “Dance
with me.”  Her voice low, it wasn’t a request it was a command. 
    Drum
froze as her scent wrapped around him and his cock jerked to attention, Maat
this woman was potent.  Hesitating only because the last thing he wanted
to do with her was dance he was privileged to witness her eyes sparking to an
even deeper blue. 
    A
fine honey brown eyebrow arched upwards in an imperious query. 
“Well?”  Delicate hands rested on slim hips as she contemplated him, her
right high heel tapping out an impatient rhythm.  
    Not
trusting himself to speak just yet he stepped forward claiming her right hand
to lead her back out on to the dance floor.  Turning to face her he ignored
the beat of the current song playing, pulling her in close, his arm wrapped
around her waist, his skin prickling with heat in the knowledge that only her
thin silky blouse separated her bare skin from his touch.
    Nell
stared up at him now frowning; his hold on her was so tight she was forced to
arch her shoulders back to get a better view of his face. Thankfully she wore
ridiculously high heels so she didn’t have that far to look.  “Let’s get
something straight up front.”  Her voice was low, serious and slightly
husky. 
    His
cock jerked again.   Maat protect him if
she ever said his name in that tone, he’d come in his pants.
    “I’m
not looking to be your friend, confidant or listening post.  No I won’t
introduce you to my sister, any of my cousins or my friends.  I’m not a
shoulder to cry on.  Nor do I want to hear about your girlfriend problems
and give you a female perspective on how to solve your relationship
issues.  No I won’t lend you money, my car or give you free medical
advice.  Are we clear?” 
    Nell
managed to meet and hold his liquid ink black gaze even while her insides
quailed and quaked.  Nothing about this man, this warrior was
subtle.  Even the set of his granite like jaw, high sharp cheekbones and
the way that brutally short black pelt of hair clung to his skull screamed
danger and menace. What in the Goddess’s name had she been thinking?  This
man could snap her like a twig if she so much as breathed wrong and here she
was issuing demands.  More surprisingly still the behemoth nodded. 
    Schooling
her features in to blank haughty doctor mode she allowed her gaze to drop and
focus on his massive chest, anything was better than those keen dark eyes that
seemed to look not just at her but through her.  Of course now she was
faced with a new dilemma, literally being inches away from all that rock solid
coffee coloured muscle that his black shirt hardly seemed able to
contain.  There was so much of him it wasn’t like she could look anywhere
else. 
    Really
what had she been thinking?   As soon as she’d laid eyes on him she
knew he was exactly what she needed, everything about him screamed danger and
the promise of pain and retribution if you crossed him.  A good girl