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“Yeeeah,” Sophie said, dragging the word out as she flicked her gaze to Jack and quickly found herself caught in his intoxicating stare. If she’d thought he was handsome out on the balcony where the lighting was iffy at best, it was nothing compared to what the man looked like in a well-lit hallway. He was gorgeous. Ovaries exploding, pussy running the show, power to make a girl stupid gorgeous. Her breath caught in her chest. “I’m not with Ethan.”

“You’re not with…? What happened to Ethan?”

Her gaze darted away from Jack’s, embarrassment heating her cheeks. “Check your Instagram,” she replied drily, her lips thinning as the memory of her on-again, off-again lover with someone else’s tongue down his throat for all the world to see threatened to ruin what was shaping up to be a rather enjoyable evening, despite Ethan’s betrayal. Then Jack slid his hands over her hips and pulled her closer, nuzzled the sweet spot just below her ear, and chased the dark thoughts away. Sophie bit her lip to rein in her moan, but her voice still came out breathy when she said, “I have to go.”

“Yeah, okay,” Anna said, sounding as distracted as Sophie felt. “Name and room number?”

“His name is Jack, and he’s in room…?” She pushed him back far enough to catch his gaze again and raised her eyebrows in question.

He grinned. “702.”

“Room 702.”

“Jack, 702. Got it. And Soph?”

She licked her lips, flicking her gaze between Jack’s sapphire-blue eyes and the sensual curve of his mouth, only half listening to Anna when she replied, “Yeah?”

Anna paused the way she always did when she wasn’t sure she should say something. “Don’t overthink it, okay?” Sophie frowned at the comment, but before she could ask Anna what she meant by it, her friend added, her tone only slightly pleading, “Just have fun.”

Oh. That’s what she meant. Her gaze snagged again on Jack’s penetrating stare. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sophie said, suddenly breathless again. “Be safe.”

“You too.”

After disconnecting the call, she fisted her hand around her phone.Just have fun.She wasn’t sure she knew what fun was anymore, only that it wasn’t what she’d been having for a long time.

“I like that,” Jack said, interrupting her thoughts. “That you check in with each other. It’s sensible.”

Sophie didn’t know if she should roll her eyes again or groan. In the end, she snorted. “Yeah, because nothing says sexy likesensible.”

He tugged her closer, pressed his warm lips against the shell of her ear, and purred, “I’m an accountant. I think sensible isverysexy.”

Her body bouncing with quiet laughter, Sophie had the overwhelming urge to melt into Jack, to bury her nose in the crook of his neck and inhale more of his enticing scent. If sensible was sexy, a good sense of humour was sublime. “An accountant, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” His lips buzzed against her ear. But then the warmth of his body was gone, and Sophie was left staggering, weak-kneed at the loss of Jack’s touch, his scent. He stepped away and pressed the call button for the lift, then turned slowly, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth and a slight frown pulling at his brow.

Sudden wariness stabbed at her, replacing her anticipation with something akin to dread. “Is everything okay?”

His expression smoothing out, Jack took Sophie’s hand and faced them both towards the lift. “Yes.” He paused. “Maybe.”

“That doesn’t sound promising,” she muttered and tried removing her hand from his, but his grip tightened, locking her fingers between his.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

The knowledge sent a little thrill through her veins, heating her blood and quickening her heartbeat. She liked it, his subtle display of dominance.

“Before we get to my room, I need to tell you something.” Gently, he squeezed her fingers. “It’s important.”

The lift pinged, and the doors slid open. A group of laughing partygoers spilled from inside the mirror-lined box, almost knocking Sophie over, but Jack moved like lightning, locking a strong arm around her waist and shifting her out of harm’s way.

“Thanks,” she said, pressing her hand against her stomach in a bid to quell the butterflies fighting to free themselves from her belly.

Jack’s seriousness had her old friends Anxiety and Insecurity fighting for dominance inside her brain. Why the sudden change in mood? Had he changed his mind? Was he going to reject her now?

She couldn’t go back to her room if he did, not with Anna and her new plaything sexing it up. And she wasn’t going back to the party to be hit on by drunken arseholes again.

Even she wasn’t that pathetic.

As Jack guided her into the empty lift, the heat of his palm warmed her, chasing away the goose bumps her nerves had incited, but it wasn’t enough to melt away all her unease.

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