She was the last person he wanted to see.
The last person he should permit himself to be around in his current mood. He needed to find his brothers, Fiifi in particular, and tell them what he’d planned.
What their father was driving him to do.
And yet he couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from the siren gaze locked on him.
The more he was around her, the more he noticed interesting things about her. Like the way she bit the inside of her cheek before she issued a subtle challenge. The way her eyes met his before glancing away.
Shades of her innocence remained, but Amelie showed all the hallmarks of being a force to be reckoned with one day.
Shame he wouldn’t be around to witness it.
But you’re here now, the infernal devil on his shoulder whispered.
He ignored it, while the hand that wanted to stroke her cheek, test for himself if that hint of a dimple was real or imagined, tightened around his glass.
“You should leave, Amelie.” He forced the words out. “Go find someone else to party with.”
She flicked a dismissive hand at him. “You keep warning me to stay away, yet I sense the opposite desire in you.”
His lips twisted. “Are you confirming that you’re indeed a sorceress?”
She laughed. And he was too entranced to do anything but gape.
Sweet heaven. He’d thought her alluring that night at the club.
Tonight, Amelie Hayford had pulled out all the stops.
Her dress was a gold one-shoulder-baring design that hugged her full chest and narrow waist before flowing down her curves to end at her knees.
The style would’ve been harmless were it not for the fact that he couldn’t drag his attention from the smooth, flawless lines of her neck and shoulders, the perfect ochre of her skin, and his heart-stopping desire to trace every piece of her perfection with his lips. He couldn’t catch a full breath as his gaze travelled down over her supple hips to her endless legs and the strappy heels he wanted—hell, needed—digging into his back as he thrust hard and true inside her.
In that moment, Atu didn’t think he’d wanted anything more.
“If I were, then I wouldn’t forever be attempting to discover why you’re always quietly furious at the world.”
Her insight alarmed him, enough to drag his focus from her hips to her face. “Not the whole world. Just one person in particular.”
Eyes emphasised with subtle make up, making them alluring pools he wanted to dive headlong into, peered at him. “Who?”
He opened his mouth to tell her, then stopped himself. He couldn’t forget who she was. What she meant to his family. As much as he was furious with his father, loyalty was a trait he couldn’t shrug off easily.
“Take my advice and leave.” He infused as much iciness into his tone as possible, one part of him already regretting it while the other damned her for putting him in this position in the first place.
Already, several guests and family members were casting them searching looks, attempting to gather gossip they could feed on later.
But far from heeding his warning, she did the unthinkable.
She stepped into his space and stared up at him. “Or what? What are you going to do, Atu?”
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