To Tame a Wilde. Kimberly Kaye Terry

man.

      Yet for a moment she wished to God she could reverse time. Rethink her “you don’t know with whom you’re messing” decision to fly to Hawaii and confront the Kealohas.

      But she had no time for a redo.

      She had to deal with the situation. And deal she would. She’d never been the type of woman who was afraid of a man, fine or not.

      She placed a faux smile on her face and pushed away from the door. Allowing him to usher her inside, she walked in front of him, trying for a nonchalance she was far, far from feeling.

      She was glad she’d decided against throwing on her flats. The five-inch pumps she was wearing were just what she needed to help give her a bit of an edge.

      She knew his eyes were glued on her butt as she walked ahead of him.

      She put just a hint of something extra in her walk and shrugged on her confidence as she would her favorite sweater.

      “I think you and I have some unfinished business, Mr. Kealoha,” she said, firmly tamping down the ridiculous pull he had on her.

      She was proud of the way her voice came off. Strong, confident...and not in the least bit showing the crazy nervousness that quivered within her belly.... A nervousness she’d never, ever felt when dealing with any other legal situation.

      “Indeed we do, Ms. Sinclair,” he rumbled in his “hot sex on the platter” voice. She felt...something slide over her as he spoke.

      She turned to face him. Oh, yes... She was in trouble.

      “Looks like you’re going to be busy for a while, Nick... I’ll catch up with you later,” the pink-hatted woman said as she made her way to the door.

      Sinclair barely registered her presence.

      The woman laughed softly as she left, saying something that Sinclair didn’t even catch, she was so caught up in...him. It was as though no one else was in the room.

      “I’ll work on the new figures and we can go over them later, Lani,” she heard Nick murmur to the woman, yet his hot blue-eyed gaze remained fixed on her.

      Neither one of them noticed when the woman left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

      Sinclair licked her bottom lip, her gaze still fixed on Nick.

      His scrutiny was sharp, focused, the intensity making her feel off-kilter. Uneasy.

      Suddenly, intuitively, she knew what a gazelle felt like caught in the stare of a lion.... A hungry, beautiful lion.

      Dinnertime. And he looked like the type that would... Eat. Her. Whole.

      She swallowed.