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exaggerated? Or was he the man Mai claimed he was? Alicia wasn’t sure, but the more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to find out the truth behind the stories.
‘What are you doing here?’ she squeaked as she opened her front door.
Sebastian looked like a different man. His hair was still wild, but the suit he wore made him even more delicious-looking. His mother hadn’t been lying at all.
She hid behind the door, far too aware of her blue sleep shorts and white vest. Oh, not to mention her braless state. Her face burned at the glimpse she’d given him.
‘Taking my girlfriend to dinner,’ he said, like that was obvious. ‘Didn’t you mention dinner earlier?’
‘I’m not dressed.’ It was the only thing that popped into her head. Did she suggest dinner? She’d been too distracted by her humiliation in the gym to remember the specifics of their conversation.
‘Well, you’d better hurry. I made reservations.’
‘I need to work on the press release.’ He looked too good in his form-hugging suit. And she’d already spent way too much time with him for one day.
Sebastian crossed the threshold. ‘That can wait. Come on. You’ve got new clothes to show off.’
‘But –’
He closed the door, exposing her undress to him. His dark gaze dipped down, taking in her bare legs and scorching a flush over her skin. Shut into her small flat with him was stifling, and knocked up the temperature to uncomfortable.
‘Quick, before I change my mind and break the first rule already.’
The threat had her bolting through to her bedroom, heart racing and breath coming too fast. She slammed the door closed, raced to the wardrobe, and pulled out the first dress she could get her hands on. Stripping and dressing in record time, she fumbled through boxes in the bottom of her dresser and grabbed a pair of shoes. At the mirror she snatched her lip gloss, smeared a little on, and then freed her hair from the twist.
Ruffled, rumpled, and plain would have to do. She needed to get him out of there fast, because after their afternoon together she’d spent way too much time googling him and his ex, wondering what accusations were true. The more she read the more she couldn’t match to the man she’d spent the day with. Not to mention the hold he had on her libido.
A libido that should have known better than to want him after what had happened the last time she gave into reckless attraction.
She pushed the mistake and the three months of hell that followed out of her mind. Probably for the hundredth time since she met him.
After slipping on the heels, she gave her hair a final ruffle then opened the door. He was in the lounge, sitting against her leather sofa with the first draft of the press release in his hands. It was weird seeing him in her personal space, looking relaxed and as if he belonged there.
But he didn’t belong there. Not ever.
‘Ready,’ she said to distract herself.
His attention flitted to her and his eyes became rich and melting. He took her in, all of her, and Alicia couldn’t remember the last time a date had looked at her without the usual polite reserve. There was nothing polite about the way Collins’ gaze lingered on her breasts, her waist, even her legs.
He laughed, snapping her out of the fantasy that he found her attractive.
‘What?’ Were her nipples out again? She folded her arms just in case.
‘Alicia, you look stunning, but I don’t think you’ll want to wear those shoes.’
He crossed the room as she looked down to see what he meant. There, plain as day on her feet, was a pair of black court shoes she hadn’t worn in forever. If it wasn’t for the great big scuff and talking soles she could have got away with them.
‘Need a hand?’ he asked.
She swallowed back the embarrassment. ‘I’m useless when it comes to this stuff.’ She pulled at her dress. ‘My sisters would have a heart attack if they saw the inside of my wardrobe before today.’
‘Come
‘What are you doing here?’ she squeaked as she opened her front door.
Sebastian looked like a different man. His hair was still wild, but the suit he wore made him even more delicious-looking. His mother hadn’t been lying at all.
She hid behind the door, far too aware of her blue sleep shorts and white vest. Oh, not to mention her braless state. Her face burned at the glimpse she’d given him.
‘Taking my girlfriend to dinner,’ he said, like that was obvious. ‘Didn’t you mention dinner earlier?’
‘I’m not dressed.’ It was the only thing that popped into her head. Did she suggest dinner? She’d been too distracted by her humiliation in the gym to remember the specifics of their conversation.
‘Well, you’d better hurry. I made reservations.’
‘I need to work on the press release.’ He looked too good in his form-hugging suit. And she’d already spent way too much time with him for one day.
Sebastian crossed the threshold. ‘That can wait. Come on. You’ve got new clothes to show off.’
‘But –’
He closed the door, exposing her undress to him. His dark gaze dipped down, taking in her bare legs and scorching a flush over her skin. Shut into her small flat with him was stifling, and knocked up the temperature to uncomfortable.
‘Quick, before I change my mind and break the first rule already.’
The threat had her bolting through to her bedroom, heart racing and breath coming too fast. She slammed the door closed, raced to the wardrobe, and pulled out the first dress she could get her hands on. Stripping and dressing in record time, she fumbled through boxes in the bottom of her dresser and grabbed a pair of shoes. At the mirror she snatched her lip gloss, smeared a little on, and then freed her hair from the twist.
Ruffled, rumpled, and plain would have to do. She needed to get him out of there fast, because after their afternoon together she’d spent way too much time googling him and his ex, wondering what accusations were true. The more she read the more she couldn’t match to the man she’d spent the day with. Not to mention the hold he had on her libido.
A libido that should have known better than to want him after what had happened the last time she gave into reckless attraction.
She pushed the mistake and the three months of hell that followed out of her mind. Probably for the hundredth time since she met him.
After slipping on the heels, she gave her hair a final ruffle then opened the door. He was in the lounge, sitting against her leather sofa with the first draft of the press release in his hands. It was weird seeing him in her personal space, looking relaxed and as if he belonged there.
But he didn’t belong there. Not ever.
‘Ready,’ she said to distract herself.
His attention flitted to her and his eyes became rich and melting. He took her in, all of her, and Alicia couldn’t remember the last time a date had looked at her without the usual polite reserve. There was nothing polite about the way Collins’ gaze lingered on her breasts, her waist, even her legs.
He laughed, snapping her out of the fantasy that he found her attractive.
‘What?’ Were her nipples out again? She folded her arms just in case.
‘Alicia, you look stunning, but I don’t think you’ll want to wear those shoes.’
He crossed the room as she looked down to see what he meant. There, plain as day on her feet, was a pair of black court shoes she hadn’t worn in forever. If it wasn’t for the great big scuff and talking soles she could have got away with them.
‘Need a hand?’ he asked.
She swallowed back the embarrassment. ‘I’m useless when it comes to this stuff.’ She pulled at her dress. ‘My sisters would have a heart attack if they saw the inside of my wardrobe before today.’
‘Come
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