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where to look. Her face alone made me feel indecent. She’d drawn
her auburn waves up so they fell about her face in layers, and I
got the impression she’d sorted it into handfuls for easy grabbing
later on. Her lips and cheekbones were streaked with raspberry, and
her fitted little jersey dress hugged a pair of sloped, peeking
breasts. And her legs…seriously. When did a woman wear stockings
unless she was trying to seduce some poor sod?
    Oh, let it be
me. I'd change my name by deed-poll if I had to. Poor Sod Frost has
a ring to it, right?
    “Aid says you
volunteered to look after me,” she said. “That’s really nice of
you.”
    “Yeah. Well.” I
dropped her hand; if I kept hold of it much longer then I’d start
sucking her fingers. “Can’t have you alone in a place like this,
eh?”
    “So what do you
think, Lei-Lei?” Aidan patted me roughly on the shoulder. “Good
choice? Do I bring home the goods, or what?”
    “Ignore him.”
She rolled her eyes as she took my arm. “He’s always this
obnoxious.”
    Elijah brushed
her shoulder. “Would the lady like a drink?” he asked.
    “Oh, please.
But just a small one.”
    He gave me a
thumbs up and a wide grin as he disappeared in the kitchen, eying
up a blond in a suit on his way.
    “Lei-Lei, do I
read him the riot act, or will you?” Aidan narrowed his eyes at me.
“She’s got a three-point code.”
    I blinked.
Panicked. “A what?”
    “Seriously,
Aid--do one!” She moved from me to tickle him and he wriggled away
from her, grunting.
    “Okay, okay,”
he groaned. “I’m leaving. You two have fun now. Don’t do anything
Marc Anthony wouldn’t do!”
    I looked at
Leila as she returned to my arm, and we both burst into giggles.
Mine were manly giggles, of course--mainly because I was watching
her breasts quiver. They were rubbing just slightly against my
elbow, and nnnggh…I felt the firm grate of her nipple. Jesus.
    “So.” I guided
her back to the terrace wall I’d been sitting on and watched as she
sank down, tucked her knees together. Stocking-clad legs. Dainty
heels. Where was I, again? “What brings you here?”
    She cocked her
head. “I could say the same to you.”
    “Touché.” I
swallowed. “I guess…I’m looking for something different. Some
fun.”
    “That makes two
of us, then.” She edged closer towards me on the wall, our
shoulders bumping. “How long have you known Aidan…?”
    “Not long.
Why?”
    “Because you’ve
got that look on your face that says, what the fuck am I doing
here? And that could only happen if you didn’t know him very
well.” She giggled again and it was aural porn. “He’s a bit of a
naughty boy, hmm?”
    I frowned.
There are some things a man doesn't ever need to know about his
mates. “He is…?”
    “Ah, don’t
worry. I promise not to abuse you. Well.” The giggle climbed an
octave as her fingers played over my thigh.
    It was then
that I noticed the chunk of an emerald on her third finger. Ah,
fuck. It sniggered at me in the candle-light; like you had a
chance, anyway.
    “So…um. How
long have you been engaged?” I asked.
    “A while.” She
drew her hand back and fiddled with the ring. “What about you, are
you with someone?”
    “Me? No. No.
Single.” Another gulp. “So how come you’re, erm…” I gestured to the
house weakly. "Here?” And where was the idiot who’d let her come to
this thing alone?
    She knew what I
was thinking. I saw it in her bemused smile. “I’m allowed,
Rhys."
     
    “Allowed to
what?”
    She pressed her
hand back on my thigh, just tickling the inside. She might as well
have scraped it with a razor because the whole hulking surface of
me was alkaline desire.
    “You know," she
murmured. "Allowed to play.”
    “Really?” I
said it a lot louder than I meant to, and it was weighed down with
a suspicion I didn’t know I had.
    “Really.” She
laughed. “You’ll find it’s quite normal at a party like this.”
    “This isn’t
your first