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Temptation personified headed straight for her. She must be dreaming. She was definitely not the type of woman handsome men like this one sought out. She gulped as he stopped at her table and she looked up--a long way up--into the eyes of the most intensely sexual being she'd ever encountered.
There were definitely cracks in her self-control as she wanted more than anything to see this man naked in her bed. Visions of offering herself to him like a harem consort to her masterful lover floated through her head. She wanted to touch him, feel his lips pressed against hers, and she definitely wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around his hard cock as he thrust into her. A pleasurable, yet unexpected shudder ran through her body at her erotic thoughts.
"Good evening." His deep, velvety voice matched the image of the man. "Would you care to dance?"
He wants to dance? Oh my God. This has to be a dream.
She swallowed, then licked her lips. This couldn't be real. Things like this didn't happen to Dr. Cassandra Linsey, who held the international bookworm award.
"Dance?" she croaked. Finesse was not her strong suit by any stretch of the imagination.
And then he smiled. It was like a flashbulb going off in the dark as even, white teeth shimmered in the subdued lighting of the restaurant. His ebony eyes casually surveyed her with a lazy, intensely passionate heat. Her whole body seemed to liquefy and drizzle onto the floor into a puddle of warm surrender. She certainly felt a significant amount of liquid gather in her panties. Could a look such as he was giving her actually make a woman come?