Approaching his girlfriend, Fii held out his hand. “Come and dance with me,” he stated imperiously.
Esi attempted to glare at the insistence in his voice but was soon smiling, the look reflected in her eyes almost as fiercely possessive as the one Atu had seen in his brother’s.
A minute later they were chest to hip on the dance floor, not giving a damn about conforming to the uptempo beat of the music.
“It’s all a bit much, isn’t it? Being with them makes me feel like the biggest third wheel in existence.”
Reluctantly—because he most certainly didn’t want to test the boundaries of the temptation that ate at him—but compelled to do so, he turned his attention to Amelie. Something ravenous and decadent caught in his chest all over again.
“Then why did you come with them?” he growled.
Her eyes widened at the bite in his tone, then she shrugged, again surprising him by not cowering. “I’m only here for the summer. I have to grab every opportunity to spend time with my sister before I return to England.” She took a sip of her cocktail, then slid her tongue along her lower lip. Her very biteable lower lip. “And seriously, it isn’t really as bad as I said.”
“Yes, it is,” he replied a touch grimly.
Whatever foolishness his brother had going on with her sister, it was the brazen in-your-face kind. The kind tinged with melodrama that would’ve made him roll his eyes and change the channel had he been watching it unfold in a movie.
A slow smile curved on Amelie’s face, drawing his gaze to her velvet lips and making his body temperature shoot up by several degrees. “Okay, it is. But please don’t tell them I said so.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” he grunted. “What else do you intend to do while you’re home?” he asked just for something to dilute the effect of that blinding smile.
Because he didn’t really care. He was simply making conversation.
The words rang hollow. The thought of this forbidden girl—no, woman—going on a date with someone else grated on him. He reminded himself that she was no longer a girl. That if his memory served him right, she had just celebrated her twentieth birthday.
“What’s it to you?”
He almost smiled at her bolshiness.
Almost. Because she was distracting him again. With her scent. Her lightly made-up face that highlighted the delicateness of her cheekbones, her snub nose. That mouth.
“Nothing. It means nothing.”
“Are you sure? Because you seem…annoyed by the question, and I can’t work out why.”
“Dance with me.”
He shrugged. “We’re here. We might as well make something of the evening, no?”
He held out his hand and she took it. He tried to ignore the sizzle of her touch as he led her to the dance floor.
The moment he pulled her into his arms, he suspected he’d made a mistake.
And yet he carried on, swaying with her in his arms.
Ignoring the warning that he was treading into dangerous waters.
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