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which was leering at a man.
    “No, you’ll do.”
    “Shelly!” I shouted.  “That was rude.  Excuse the lovely Miss McIntyre here, Anthony.  She obviously left her manners at home.”
    “Oh come on, Angelina.  If Brad wants to check out the ladies, I won’t be offended.  Check away my man.  Indulge yourself.  Talk about breasts and fannies, I don’t care.”
    Brad handed me my second Vodka Tonic and I gladly took it from him.  I was about to take a sip when Shelly was tugging on my arm.  “What?”
    “Sexy beast is heading our way, Angelina, and he’s certainly zeroing in on you my friend.”
    I looked around and my breath caught instantly.  His stare was intense, almost hypnotic.  I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off him. 
    “Angel, how lovely to see you again.  Not following me now, are you?”
    Oh great, not only was he the sexiest man I had ever seen, he was a wiseass as well.  “Yeah, and wouldn’t you like that?”  His eyebrow raised and I almost melted.
    “Yes, I would actually.  It’s very rare to find an angel fall at your feet—or in this case—collide into my chest when I’m out taking a stroll.”
    Oh and what a chest it was.  I looked briefly, but didn’t want him to see that he affected me.
    “Can I buy you all a drink?”  He looked at everyone and I saw Shelly looking like all those other drooling women he had waiting for his return.  She was about to say something when I stepped on her foot.
    “We’re fine,” I said, stubbornly. 
    Shelly glared as she bent over and started rubbing her toe.  She wasn’t pleased.  I knew she was going to say yes to the guy and I didn’t want him here.  Even though I did.  God, I hate him.
    “You’re still wet I see.  I don’t know what you normally look like dry, but…”
    I had to stop him talking for my sake.  I really couldn’t hear anymore.  “Are you always like this?”
    “Like what, Angel?”
    “Don’t call me Angel.  I only let one person call me that.  My name is Angelina.”  He studied me a moment with those fucking come-to-bed eyes of his.  I had never in this world reacted so instantly to someone in my life.  It was quite frankly pissing me off—but most of all—it scared the shit out of me.  I didn’t want him here.  I wanted him far away, so I could go back to my normal life I was in control of.  When I looked at this man, my control wavered.  I didn’t like it.
    “So who’s the lucky man who gets to call you that?”  He stood there looking all sexy, but I didn’t answer him.  He patiently waited for an answer, but all I did was look indignant.  Shelly saw my reaction and rolled her eyes at me.
    “I think it must be her dad or something.  She hasn’t got a boyfriend, I can tell you that.”
    “Shelly!”  I couldn’t believe she just told him that I was single.  She had no right to tell this sexy stranger my personal life.
    “Don’t be mad at Shelly, my angel.  She’s just trying to help.”
    “I. Am. Not. Your. Angel.”  I think a little smoke was coming out of my ears.
    Sexy arsehole looked over at Shelly and Brad.  “Is she always like this?”
    “No,” they both said in unison.
    “So, it’s just me then.” 
    It wasn’t a question, it was an observation.  He was smiling now, but I didn’t know what was so amusing.
    “Well, as you already know my name’s Shelly—this is Brad by the way—is it not too much to ask yours?”
    He puffed out his wonderfully formed chest and smiled.  “Seth,” he announced.
    Oh God, even his name sounded sexy.
    “Nice to meet you, Seth.”  They all shook hands, but I didn’t offer mine.  Seth just stood there smiling like the sexy prick he is.
    “You know you look rather sexy when you’re angry.  And you’re wet, too.  You could drive a guy mental with that kind of image in his mind.”  His eyes slanted as he looked me over.  If my belly could dance, it would be doing every conceivable move known in the