“Who needs to hold their breath when you’ve already stolen mine?” he quipped with another flash of his perfectly straight pearly whites, sending her up in a puff of smoke. Then, in a decent imitation of a famous movie line, he added, “I’ll be back.”
The women sighed then giggled as if he’d said something super-romantic then brilliantly funny. Trinity just stared. Her gaze zeroed in on his retreating figure.
“You go, girl,” the heavy-chested woman told her, stepping closer and giving a thumbs up. “I’m pea green with envy. You’re tonight’s lucky girl.”
She winced that the women had obviously overheard his pleasure comment. Great. She didn’t want gossip. Lord knew, she’d dealt with enough of that during her lifetime already. Especially at work. And, seriously, although he was the hottest man she’d ever set eyes on, she didn’t want a man in her life. Not ever again. Maybe she should leave before he returned. If her director got upset that she’d left too early, she could always claim she hadn’t felt well. With her nervous stomach, she’d be telling the truth.
Glancing around, she easily spotted him in line to refill her punch and chatting with a few people whose faces she recognized but didn’t recall which hospital department they hailed from.
Who was he and why had he sought her out?
What did it matter?
She was not getting involved. Especially not with someone who worked at the hospital or had anything to do with the hospital. Been there, done that, had the gaping hole in her chest to prove it.
A sick feeling took hold in her stomach, like she might really lose its contents. Time to go. Fast.
Eyes locked on the exit, she made a beeline for the ballroom door, intent on making her escape. Just after She stepped into the long hallway that would lead her to the hotel’s over-decorated foyer, a hand grabbed her elbow. She jumped.
“You okay?”
Him. Great. No doubt there would be scorch marks where his fingers burned into her skin. She grimaced and started to say she was heading to the ladies’ room, but why lie?
She turned, faced him, felt her breath hitch again at just how lickable he really was, then inhaled deeply because she was strong. “Look, I appreciate the offer of more punch and boring conversation, but I’ve had enough and I’m headed home.”
His forehead creased. “You’re leaving? Because of me?”
“No.” Heat infused her face. Hadn’t she just asked herself why she should lie? “Look, I’m not a party girl. You should go talk to someone else.”
Understatement of the year.
“I don’t want to talk to someone else. I want to talk with you. Besides, you’re problem is that you’ve been partying with all the wrong people.” His wink told her exactly who she should be partying with.
Determined not to be swayed by his outrageous charm and the way him saying he wanted to talk to her warmed her insides, she arched a brow. “I suppose you’re my right person?”
A full-blown smile slashed across his handsome face. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but I’m not sure Mr. Right is one of them.”
She started to correct him, to let him know that she hadn’t been implying that he was calling himself Mr. Right, but before she could, he reached out and ran a tingle-inducing fingertip across her cheek. Hello, lightning bolt!
“There’s always a first so, sure, I am the right person for you to be partying with tonight. I’m Riley, by the way.” His smile cut dimples into his cheeks again and he stared straight into her eyes. “I don’t want you to go.”
Not offering him her name, she closed her eyes. It was all she could do not to lean towards him, be seduced by the appeal in his voice. Was he like the Pied Piper of women or what, because she just wanted to follow him wherever he led.
“Stay. Dance with me,” he whispered near her ear in an enchanting tone that made her want to dance to his tune in more ways than one.
Mesmerized, she stepped towards him, her body almost pressing to his.
He inhaled. “You smell amazing. Good enough to eat.”
Um, no. She was not going to let her mind go where his words threatened to take her. Not going to happen. Only her mind went exactly where it wasn’t supposed to go. Bad mind.
Keeping her eyes squeezed shut, she parted her lips to say no, that she was leaving and couldn’t be tempted by visions of sugar plums and whatever else he dangled in front of her. Apparently, he took her movement and open mouth as an invitation. Without hesitation his lips covered hers.
Shocked at the unexpected kiss, Trinity’s eyelids flew apart, startled to find his intent blue eyes open, watching her, as his lips gently brushed over her mouth. Tasting. Tempting. Teasing. Rocking her world to the very core. Wow.