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trust me?”
    She nodded.
    “Spend the night with me.”
    Oh the beauty in those few words. Her tummy jumped in
excitement while her heart wrapped around the sensuality of his tone. She
searched his face, looking for some type of emotion. Honesty? Passion?
Reluctance? No, she expected reluctance to be displayed in her expression.
Not because she didn’t want to sleep with him, she’d die for the opportunity,
but she feared boring him and becoming a regret. Boredom previously cost her a
fiancé. How much more could her self-esteem endure?
    But Brent was different. He wasn’t the type of man to clam
up and run off. If she couldn’t please him—no, he wouldn’t allow that to
happen. “Are you married, Brent?”
    “No.”
    “Dating?”
    “I’ve waited years for you, Annalee.”
    Her heart melted. Although she didn’t understand why he’d waited ,
it’s exactly what she’d needed to hear. “Then what are you waiting for? Take me
home.”
    He lowered their hands and guided her toward the bar. They
hadn’t even exited the dance floor when high-pitched laughter assailed her
ears. She halted, forcing Brent to stop beside her.
    Holding her breath, she tightened the squeeze on his hand
and reluctantly glanced over her shoulder. To her dismay, Willow, dressed as a
princess, stood arm in arm with Jared by the entrance. Jared was dressed
as…Jared and didn’t seem interested in the party, which was the reason he
refused to attend with Annalee. Or so she thought at the time. Willow obviously
had a few tricks that made him follow her around like a puppy dog. Had she
brought out the whip and beat him into submission?
    Ugh.
    What convinced Willow to buy a costume and show up anyhow?
Was she determined to rub Annalee’s nose in the shitty situation she’d created?
    Ironically, as if Jared knew Annalee’s thoughts, he looked
directly at her and then his eyes lowered to fondle her bare midsection.
Although her hands began to sweat and her body trembled, she smiled and waved.
What else could she do? And while she put on the happy face to hide her
disdain, Brent’s gaze burned into the top of her head.
    “Who’s the guy?” He laid his hand on her lower back.
“Christ, you’re tense. What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”
    He slid his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face.
For a long time he studied her eyes before his lips lowered to hers in a kiss
that melted her heart.
    He tasted warm and sweet, and she’d found heaven having just
witnessed hell.
    A hand on the back of her head held her in place while he
twirled and suckled her tongue deep inside his mouth. Many nights, years ago,
she dreamt of this. Holding him. Kissing him. The fantasies confined to her
little mind fed her lust, but she’d lived the dream tonight, and passion raced
through her blood.
    His penis nudged her stomach and his tongue expertly claimed
her mouth. She moaned and tried deepening the contact between their bodies, but
it was impossible to get any closer.
    He slowed the kiss, eventually separating their lips, and
rested his chin on the top of her head. “Annalee, get your coat,” he growled.
But even as he said it, his arms tightened around her back as if not wanting to
let her go.
    Not needing to be told twice, she made a swift getaway to
the bar. Sean sat on a stool, his head drooped forward and arms crossed on the
polished wood, holding a mixed drink.
    “Sean, thanks for the great party,” she said, removing her
coat from the nearby stool where Brent had laid it. “I’ll see you Monday.”
    His head bobbed and he mumbled inaudibly. She smiled, patted
his shoulder and turned, and nearly bumped into Brent’s huge chest. Without a
word, he took the coat and held it while she slipped her arms into the sleeves.
“Where are you staying?” she asked, working quickly to button up.
    “At the airport hotel.”
    “Are we taking my car?”
    “I’ve got a loaner out back. I’ll follow you.”
    Placing a hand