Page 4 of Clash Of Worlds

My breath hitched as he leaned close and I inhaled his clean scent along with his cologne, both of which had my insides twisting.

“Are you a mind reader, Lucia? Because when you appeared, picking you up in my arms and leaving this party was the very first thought that came to mind.”

Huh, it wasn’t a thought I actually hated.

It also made the butterflies currently flapping around go even faster.

I hadn’t heard of Trevor Doyle being a ladies’ man, but I was starting to wonder just how many other ladies he flirted with at parties like these.

“No mind reader, Trevor.”

He pulled back slightly and tilted his head, causing me to lift my brow.

“Huh.”

“What?” I questioned.

“I’ve dealt with your family for years, had my fair share of meetings. But I’m not so sure I’ve ever heard my name roll off someone’s lips like that. I must admit, I liked it. It caused things to happen.”

I took a sip of the wine I was holding, my face not giving away about the thoughts racing through my mind.

“Interesting,” I muttered, once more holding the glass to my lips.

“What is, dear Lucia?”

“Not a bad thought leaving with you to see what all happened to you, Trevor.”

~ Chapter Three ~

Trevor

Holy. Shit.

“And here I thought only the men were dangerous in your family, Ms. Russo. I think you know how to be just as wicked and cunning as they are.”

I discreetly moved so I could adjust myself after that little comment. Usually women didn’t get to me, didn’t get under my skin or make me hard. Flirting with them wasn’t in my nature, but there was something about this beauty that stood before me that caused my insides to twist, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

Especially given that she was the daughter of my rival.

I don’t think her dad would like all the very naughty thoughts I had of throwing her over my shoulder, finding a dark corner, and having my wicked way with her.

Though, with her teasing and flirty nature, I wonder if she would have a problem with it.

“Why, Mr. Doyle, please don’t tell me that the women in your own family aren’t meant to be feared. After all, any woman is told to be silent, but we aren’t told not to listen.”

“Does your father know how devious you are?”

She grinned as she gave me a wink. “He has a vague idea. But I do state out of his way. I came back into town after helping my brother out with his daughters.”

“You don’t live here?”

“No. Atlanta is my home, but I tend to live in a country estate about two hours north of here. I don’t usually like mixing in my dad’s business.”

“Smart and beautiful, Lucia, what a combo.”

“I know about the city limits, I know what you both do, but I just choose not to get involved. Doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two about it.”

I grabbed her empty glass and put hers and mine on an empty tray passing by.

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