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body, seemingly accidentally.
    Yeah right!
    But she let it stay where it was and squirmed in her seat a little. “No, it should mean you’re good at it by now. If you’ve had all that practice.”
    He threw his head back and laughed.
    “So, will you give me marks out of ten?” he teased, his hand still languorously stroking her thigh in a way that drove her wild, the hem riding higher and higher until the lace of one of her hold-ups could be seen.
    The fire in the hearth flickered, the flames licking the new log. Every muscle tensed, her body on high alert.
    Hurriedly she picked up the dice and threw again.
    “A four?” Zac’s face lit up with a wide, sexy grin. “Now, what shall I get you to do?”
    Flora’s heart beat faster. She could feel the heat burning between her legs where she was growing wet. Her breasts ached to be touched.
    Sexual desire; she’d almost forgotten what it felt like.
    “Let me look at you,” he said simply, removing his hand from her thigh.
    “What do you mean, you are looking at me.” She frowned, thinking it an odd request.
    “I mean I want to
look
at you.” He lowered his eyes to the hem of her skirt. “Lift up your dress, let me see you.”
    “Oh.” She took a deep breath, her cheeks burning with embarrassment but doing what he asked felt strangely erotic. She pulled her dress up higher, slowly, teasingly, getting into character and emboldened by both the Kir Royale and the sense that none of this was really real.
    Zac placed one hand on each of her ankles, taking her by surprise, lifting both her legs up onto his lap, gently parting them.
    “Oh,” she gasped.
    Her skirt was now up around her waist and she was very, very turned on. She tuned in to the sensation of his fingers on her limbs, guiding her, seducing her. But his fingers travelled no higher than her ankles. He caressed her with his stare instead, and she found she loved the attention. Wanting him to do more drove her crazy but at the same time she found the build up of sexual tension erotic and empowering. The embarrassment faded away leaving pure lust.
    The need for him to touch her swelled inside, powerful and insistent.
    No one had ever stared at her in this way, or made her feel so sexually attractive. She wouldn’t complain if he abandoned the game right now to make love to her.
    The frustration of waiting for him to do something swelled inside her until she thought she’d burst. After a moment that seemed to stretch out forever Zac tore his eyes away and coolly picked up the dice.
    She leant forward again, loosely tugging her dress back down again as she watched him throw.
    “A six, I’ll be having that shirt, mister.” She sat up so she could get a better view, her fingers itching to tear the shirt from him and never mind the buttons.
    She could feel sexual desire coiling tighter and tighter inside her with every inch of flesh revealed. His chest was firm and the muscles defined. The dark chest hair snaked down into the waistband of his jeans and she couldn’t help letting her eyes trail lower to the obvious bulge of a large erection.
    Good. So she’d made an impression then. It was always good for the ego.
    Tash was right. This is fun and it has been far too long.
    At the thought of the girls back at Chalet Repos she wavered, a part of her missing the familiarity of their nightly routine. The late night chats in the dorm room clasping mugs of hot chocolate were a world away from this. But that was the coward in her speaking. It was time to stop playing it safe.
    And how often did a girl get this kind of offer? She locked eyes with Zac and knew with certainty wild horses couldn’t drag her back to Chalet Repos; she was kidding herself. Perhaps she
had
to kid herself to feel she could walk away if she wanted to.
    She needed an out, an emergency exit, just in case…
    “Er, whose turn is it?” She blinked.
    “Yours.” He handed her the dice and his fingers brushed hers. A delicious tightening