It was the same powerful tone: self-confident and asserting. At first, I thought my mind was playing a wicked game on me, but then I saw him. Tall, handsome, charismatic, looking staid and solemn in his black tux, black bow-tie and well groomed hair… His bright, blue eyes were so mesmerizing that for a second I forgot where I was and what I was doing. I found myself in a reverie where Dylan and I were alone. I was in his arms, caressing his face with the tip of my fingers, tracing his sharp features. God, I missed him so much. Kissing his sweet lips, savoring his musky scent. All the dangerous, tantalizing memories came back to me almost instantly. I was completely absorbed, enjoying my daydream when Kyle’s snappish voice disrupted my digressing thoughts and brought me back to reality. Kyle, the arrogant bastard who couldn’t leave me alone, looked confused, bewildered and furious.I was the one who should have been furious, not him. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to be here, participating in the auction.
