Wicked.
Across the room, their eyes collided. There was no other word for it. And in that moment a reel of fantasies she’d never had before played through her mind like a symphony. Building, building, exploding.
Images of his hands on her body. His broad shoulders without a suit jacket on...
He had consumed her from that moment.
She’d seen him again from afar in Monaco the next month. She’d made sure to keep her distance from him. She’d stared, from the upper floor in the casino down to where he was, until he turned and she’d run away.
Her breathing had been labored, her heart beating fast. Not from physical exertion.
From him.
And then there was Capri.
She’d been in a high-roller room at a table of whales, and she’d been winning. And he’d come and taken his position at another table. He’d seen her.
And later when she’d gone to collect her winnings, he’d followed her out.
“I know you.”
It had been a singular moment. She’d been seen. And it was like that neatly trimmed blue ribbon had fashioned itself together in that moment, her heart taking flight along with her imagination.
Her breath had caught.“You don’t. I’m no one.”
“You were in Las Vegas. A few months back.”
“I’ve never been to Vegas.”
A lie. She’d been born in Reno. She’d been to Vegas more times than she could count. Even before all this.
And she’d been mesmerized by his eyes.
Blue. But on one side a fleck of green. On the other, gold.
“Liar.”
“You have me confused with someone else.”
“I am never confused.”
He’d touched her then. The edge of his finger skimming her bare arm.
“I have to go. I have a prize to collect,” she said.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to adding myself to the prize packet.”
Her heart had started pounding so hard she’d been dizzy.
“Not tonight.”
And again, she’d run.
She’d acted like thefrightened.
And she’d never wanted to be frightened.
It was one reason tonight she felt like she needed to conquer him. He’d scared her. He was under her skin.