My Naughty Self

oldness. He asked her to save him a dance like it was a sure

donations, and a lot of polite clapping. Everyone was acting so formal. Izzy joined in, but her mind

back with her champagne. She was trying to keep her head clear. She didn't come to this event for fun or distracti

ened again-she fe

feet away. His dark eyes were locked on her

" he asked, and his voic

c didn't stand a chance against the fluttering feeling in her stomach and the war

a waltz wrapped around them as he pulled her close. Izzy's breath caught in her thr

to ignore,"

t's because you keep showin

at sent a little thrill up her sp

"Is that your way of say

p just a little. "I like

heart raced. "You sure have a

's real," he challenged. "Why does th

ing to sound firm, even if her voice s

ice low and intimate. "Soon, you

the way his fingers brushed her back sent her mind racing. For the rest of the danc

et her go. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her

way. Izzy stood on the dance

-

ng new people and making small talk. But in her mind, she was a million miles a

ghtstand. She picked it up, expecting a message from her friend Chloe or may

beautiful tonight.

nd racing. How did he get her number? Why did this simpl

in the dark. Her thoughts were all jumbled up. She didn't know what David wa

y a lo