This woman who moved so sinuously and sensuously, lost in the music, was not the same bland woman who’d sat demurely through dinner. She was playing some kind of game with them all. He had no time for women who played games, women who pretended to be one thing when they were something else altogether. He was still dealing with the fallout from his last encounter with such a woman. He was standing, arms folded, when Alexia finally opened her eyes. Her gaze alighted first on his chest, then snapped to his face. He caught the flash of horror, watched the horror schooled into a bright, false smile. “Sorry, I don’t dance with other men.” As if she might still get away with it. Without waiting for his response, she turned and slipped into the swirling crowd. She didn’t get far. He caught up with her at the edge of the dance floor as she tried to get past a cluster of tipsy women, one of them wearing a bridal veil, all of them shrieking with laughter. He stilled Alexia with a hand on her slender, heated shoulder.
What do You think about His Bride For The Taking (2010)?
