The Man my Daughter Chose

y tired of the interac

, already being tugged toward the dance floor -

ky

d, sliding into the seat Zara had vaca

ay that made my skin crawl. "Bu

people assumed Zara and I were just friends - never siste

y the same." He gr

ding here alone." "I'm not alone." I flicked my eyes toward the dance floor. "My sister's he

etter yet, let's skip the form

m - really looked at h

s smile was all teeth, and his eyes dipped to my neckline, dar

t inter

h common sense would take. But I guess common sens

r, like he thought this was seductive. It wasn't. I w

I could give you a taste of luxury you've never-" "You most definitely couldn't," I cut in, my l

ave, it wouldn't impress

s back, oily and persistent. "Feisty," he mu

e

ded on my waist before I could move far. His grip t

pped. "Get your

- and so did he. One second he was beside me, the

e he weighed nothing. "What the-hey! Let go of me-!"

cut off by a low, warning murmur I couldn't quite h

just happened, a throat cleared softly behind me. I turned -

ntirely composed, like he own

toned just enough to hint at skin, sleeves pushed up

dark onyx curls cropped low - and eyes so deep and

at calm, unshakable confidence only certain men carried - the kind w

smooth and low, "don't understa

erving stillness - like a predator who never need

and arrogance, he made every

" He smiled - slow, dangerous, and completely self-a

lightly, his gaze sweeping over me in a way that felt far too knowing - and yet, somehow, not crude. "He touched you with

h

th good looks and menacingly effic

htly. "The king

way the bartender glanced over, tense and watchful - like

e. "Only if you want to." His eyes dipped briefly to my glas

at, then set my empty gla

mile deepened - and there was something about it that w

ignaling the bartender with a flic

r than I'd seen anyone at

for?" I asked, a smirk forming on my

ful women who walk into my club and

th the faintest edge of something sharpe

n't importa

on't give me yours, I suppose I'll hav

umped. How

it your business to know the caree

verheard your sister, I believe, saying s

fined, nothing like the bright, fruity concoction Zara had pushed on

s me worth kno

glinting. "I'm still

dent he would figure it out,

egan to hit. Warmth bloomed inside me as my head buz

ver disa

r him. "You sound awfully sure of yourself

will and never the other way around

s before a fall." His eyes dipped - slowly - taking their time over t

shouldn't look a

ike you want me

hed a

t the scent of him - something dark and expensive and entirely too distra

st the way he looked at me - like he was

He smiled, the kind of smile that made my stomach tighten

s again, taking a slow sip, but the warmth pooling l

" "Only when

have been looking at me the way he was, and maybe I shou

it something in me that

n't sure I had

touched you, you wouldn't stop me." My own body betrayed me then. Heat cu

I wr

n't a

d suffocating - and when I finally set my emp

ol or how thick the air felt

aying you plan on keep

not noisy..." The way he said it - low and sure

a low murmur, warm and d

against my wrist - light, teasing, danger