Bright blue eyes peered up at me through a black mask. It covered half of her face, making her red lips look so inviting I almost leaned forward to have a taste.
“Oh.” Her voice was husky. “…it was me anyway. I can’t see out of the mask.”
I smirked, still not removing my hands from her shoulders. “I’d keep it on.”
“Why’s that?”
“Rules.” I nodded sternly then offered a smile. “You don’t want to be known as a rule-breaker, do you?”
“Hmm…” She tapped her chin. “…that depends.”
“On?” I leaned forward, breathless with anticipation.
“What I get for breaking them,” she whispered.
Her dark hair was pulled back into a low tight bun; pieces fell across her face, tempting me to tuck them behind her ear then kiss her until she begged me for more. My reaction to her was borderline-violent. I’d never felt such a strong attraction to a complete stranger — unless you counted Lisa, and counting her just pissed me off. She’d been his, not mine. And, if my suspicious were true, she’d driven him to complete madness. No thank you.
“Dance?” I slid my hands down her arm then tucked her into my body, making it impossible for her to escape.
“Is that within the rules?” she teased.
“Only if we keep our identities hidden.”
“Really?” She laughed. “Are you joking or serious?”
“I never joke.” I shook my head and leaned forward, whispering across her ear. “But tonight, for you, I’ll do anything.”
“Wow!” She pulled back and placed her hands on my shoulders as we fell into step with the other dancers. “You’re really putting on the moves, Mr. Rule Breaker!”
“Ah, and here I thought I was being so subtle about my feelings toward you.”
A splash of rose bloomed in her cheeks then faded. She broke eye contact, worrying her lower lip before her gaze flashed back to me as though she couldn’t resist herself. Maybe it was male pride speaking, but that was my desire — for her to be so caught up in the moment, in this moment, that she forgot herself, forgot everything but my hands on her. A buzz of awareness burst through my veins.
“You’re beautiful,” I stated honestly, smoothly.
“Um, th-thank you.”
“I don’t believe in flirting or being coy.” I twirled her around twice then pulled her against my chest. “I believe in honesty and truth. When a woman smiles, and it takes your breath away, she damn-well better know it that instant. Otherwise, what’s the point in thinking it? The point in staring? I’d rather she be aware of her affect on me. It makes things fairer that way.”
“Fairer?” she croaked.
“For when I kiss her.” I twirled her small body again, and her dress swished against my legs. “It won’t be a surprise when my lips touch hers. It won’t come as a shock when my fingers graze her neck, now will it?”
Her chest heaved. “I’m trying to figure out if I like your honesty, or if it’s a bit terrifying.”
“Fear…” My lips grazed her ear. “…is a tool, not a weakness.”
She jerked away from me so fast I thought she was going to tumble on her rear.
“Wh-what did you say?”
“It’s a common phrase.” Her face, or what I could see of it, had gone completely pale. I narrowed my eyes and leaned in for a closer look. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, just…” She removed her hands and self-consciously rubbed her arms. “Sorry. I’ve had a rough week.”
I reached for her hand and tugged her back to my body. “What happened?”
“Sorry,” she repeated and laughed weakly. “I don’t make habits of confiding in complete strangers.”
“I graduated with honors from Harvard, double-majored in psychology and law, and have had background checks on at least ten individuals at this very party. Security is waiting in every corner of the room for someone to yell bomb or pull out a gun, and I own every single one of them. I’m safe. Now… let’s talk about that week.”
CHAPTER NINE
I asked her what she thought about death.
She shivered in my arms and said she didn’t like talking about it. Why discuss something so horrible when we were so young?
I laughed along with her and kissed her forehead, my heart twisting in my chest as the demons told me to hurt her when all I really wanted to do? Lie next to her, touch her, make her feel safe, even if it was from me. Even if it would always be from me. Something was happening between us, and I was powerless to stop it. How do you stop the wind? How do you quit the rain? You take shelter, but what if the shelter is the reason for your downfall in the first place? —The Journal of Taylor B.
Lisa
“SECURITY?” I WAS probably gawking. Who the heck was this guy? I mean, I knew Wes and Gabe took security at their events really seriously. But who else was hosting? I tried to think back to the invitation. Had a third name been engraved on it?
“You seem to be focusing awfully hard. Your week must have been hell.” His smooth voice drew my attention back to his face.
I wasn’t one of the girls, the ones who fawned over male beauty. I mean, I’d been in the modeling industry since I was twelve. I saw pretty on a daily basis, but he wasn’t pretty. He was so far beyond good-looking that I had to keep averting my eyes like a total middle-schooler.