His Forbidden Flame

ith someone like him. Mr. Mwangi was a man of power, the kind of ma

tered the bar, her eyes instinctively sought him out, watching him from across the room

ly empty, the dim lights casting shadows over the polished furniture. Achieng

most intimate whisper. She didn't have to turn around t

o be busy with wiping down a nea

ped closer, so close that she could feel the h

is hand lightly grazed her arm as he reached for the drink she was cleanin

from me foreve

aught. "I'm

el the strength in his body, the undeniable presence of a man used to getting what h

through her. She gasped, her hands shaking. "I shouldn't be doing

dropping to a dangerously soft to

eamed to turn around, to give in to the pull between them. She could fee

the curve of her waist. She sucked in

shing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "But I

aying her, responding to him in ways she couldn't control. She had to step back, had to create di

promise. "I don't think you realiz

very word, she felt