Page 8 of Captivated By You

“Then you’re blind.”

“If all I see for the rest of my life is a vision of you, then I’ll happily accept my fate.”

Her lips stretched into a grin, and she shook her head. “You’re all about the bullshit, huh, Ant?”

I’d give anything to hear my real name spill from those rosy lips, but if I told her who I was now, she’d split faster than a log hit with an ax. I’d left it too late to fess up tonight. The time for that had been the moment I’d realized it was one of my senior employees that had sexually assaulted her. Maybe once I’d fixed the mess that bastard had created, I might be able to retrieve the situation.

“No bullshit.”

Nibbling the corner of her bottom lip, she ran her gaze over my face, pulled her eyes away, and then returned her attention to me. Her irises glittered, the sparkle drawing me in so much that I actually leaned forward. She mirrored my posture, as if we were two magnets who’d accepted the inevitable.

“Do you often chat up strange women in bars and take them to dinner?”

I shook my head. “You’re my first.”

“Really?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.”

I pretended to be shocked, pressing my palm to my chest. “I’m offended.”

She downed the last of her gin and set the glass on the table. “You’re not married, are you, Ant?”

My eyebrows lifted. “No.”

“Good.”

“Why is that good?”

She reached across the table and trailed a fingertip along the back of my hand. “Because I don’t sleep with married men.”

Chapter3

Kiana

Filthy is very, very good.

I’d lostmy ever-loving mind.

Somewhere between the first and second gin and tonics, Ant—or whatever his real name was—had cast a spell on me.

During dinner, I’d discovered we had a lot in common, and despite only meeting him this evening, I felt as if I’d known him for a lot longer. There was something about this stranger that drew me to him, and I yearned to know more.

This wouldn’t be my first one-night stand. I’d had one other about a year ago. It had been an immense disappointment, one I hadn’t intended to repeat.

And make no mistake, by telling this striking guy sitting opposite me that I didn’t sleep with married men, I’d set myself up for my second such encounter.

Not that I couldn’t back out, if that was what I wanted. He wouldn’t kick up a fuss. Every instinct inside me chorused that I’d somehow stumbled upon a proper gentleman, and if I lost my nerve, he’d see me to my hotel door, shake my hand, and walk away.

No apologies necessary.

The thing was, I didn’t want to back out. I wanted to throw myself headlong into an adventure.

Unlike my last one-night stand, I’d bet a sizable sum I didn’t have that “Anthony” had the bedroom skills to make me forget the shittiness of this day. His adeptness between the sheets was right there in his full lips, his come-to-bed, mischievous topaz-blue eyes, his brawny arms and broad chest, and an innate power that would lend itself to him fucking me right up against the nearest wall.

A shiver of delight trickled down my spine.Yes, please.

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