Page 7 of Scottish Seducer
I bumped into her and was startled by a flood of goose bumps. “You sounded British just then.”
She even had a twinkle in her eye as she twirled around on the sidewalk. “I have friends, and I’ve been living in London for two years.” Then the black tail of the Intelligent Cat Inn stuck out and she pointed above us. “Looks like I’m here.”
Yes, we were. I watched as she took a step up and glanced at her sexy curves one more time, then leaned closer and said, “Before youskedaddle affto bed, we can get a beer in the pub and continue thisskitewe started together?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Skite?”
Right. The nice thing about Americans is they don’t hide their emotions. I hoped it was also true about the wannabe British kind as I said, “Adventure.”
For a moment, neither of us moved. I wasn’t sure she’d agree, but then someone stepped out and broke our moment as they stumbled past us.
She blinked, then said, “Okay. Let me check in and put my bag down. When I get back, maybe you’ll tell me your name.”
So she had no idea I was Charlie Grannd, one of the richest men in the world. My heart beat a little faster as I whispered in her ear, “We’ll trade secrets and more.”
The air around us blocked out the rest of the world. My lips tingled to kiss her, but she whisked away to go see the innkeeper.
I already had my key to my room, so I headed to the bar. In a few minutes, I’d have my chance again, and I never passed up a chance to chase my desires. And whoever she was, she was exactly what I needed.
