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He was devastatingly handsome. He appeared to be anywhere from twenty-five to thirty summers. His wavy bright blond hair begged a girl to run her fingers through it. The blue eyes shining down on me asked for my forgiveness at the same time that they promised me naughty, naughty things. And his lips made me dream of endless erotic kisses.

His deep blue eyes twinkled with mischief and his full lips turned up at the corner. He was trying hard not to smile. Or laugh. I turned away. I had no desire to be the butt of his joke.

“Hey,” he called before jumping off the stool and coming to stand in front of me.

“I’m not interested,” I said before turning to face the other side. Wet panties or not, I still had my pride.

He grabbed my stool and turned it around. I found myself facing his handsome beauty once again. He stepped between my legs. With his hands still on my stool, I was caged by his sinewy arms.

“I said I’m not interested,” I growled. I kept my eyes on his chest. Something told me looking up was dangerous. He was just too damned good looking for my own good.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t tease me.”

At his words, I felt the anger I had tried to keep tampered down bubble out of control. Tease him? He was the one playing the games.

“I’m not teasing. I’m not interested,” I said through clenched teeth.

“I just want a dance, just one dance.” The smile that had been hiding came out in full view. He had a breathtaking smile, the kind that could really disarm a woman.

Damn! I knew I shouldn’t have looked up. Pretty faces got me every time.

“One dance.” I placed my empty glass on the bar behind me. He grabbed my other hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. I blinked at the surge of intense heat when he touched me. It was as if he had shoved me in an oven. I felt this desperate need to do something… dangerous.

I took a deep breath and blew it out. Any cooling effects it had were immediately dissipated when his long, muscular arm snaked around my waist. He pulled me so that my breasts were flattened against his hard chest. I tried to pull away. He pressed me closer.

I stared up at him and flattened my hands against his chest. I opened my mouth to say something. I was getting ready to give it to him when he spoke. “My name is Isaias.”

I glared up at him. I was angry as hell that I was attracted to him. And to top it off he made me feel obligated to tell him my name. “Storm,” I muttered and turned to glance at the couple beside us. I did not want to look at his face.

“Uniquely beautiful.”

I ignored his comment. At least I tried hard as hell to ignore what he said, tried to pretend he hadn’t spoken, but the compliment washed over me dispelling some of my righteous anger.

I was disconcerted to find I was close enough to feel the soft rumble that went through his chest when he spoke. I pulled back. His large, long fingered hand moved to my hips and pressed me against him.

I couldn’t help the gasp that came from my lips. I was so close I could feel him. I blushed when I realized he was aroused.

“I like the way you move,” he whispered against my neck. I shivered and broke out in goose bumps. His breath felt so good, so warm and for just one second I dreamed he kissed me on my neck.

“Tell me about yourself. Tell me a little about the lovely woman named Storm.”

I stilled in his arms, nearly causing a six couple pile up as those around us stumbled. I glanced up at him. “Excuse me?”

“I want to get to know you.”

“Why?” One midnight eyebrow cocked with disbelief. I had heard him and if there was one thing a Cyclops trusted it was her hearing.

“For the same reason every heterosexual male wants to know a female.”

I snorted and stepped out of his arms. As if I was going to believe that one of the charmed ones was attracted to a mixed breed? “Look, I know exactly why you want to get to know me and the answer is no.”

He froze. “What are you talking about?”

The shock on his face made me want to scream. Then and there I decided not to show him my cards. It was his bet and if he wanted to pretend this game of seduction was for real, I would play along. But on my terms.

“Have you ever been downstairs?” I asked.

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