A Week To Be Wild. JC Harroway

of yours.’

      Her gasp sounded so loud she expected the whole population of the bar to turn in their direction.

      He quirked a scornful brow. ‘Seems to me, you are the one getting her way, Olivia.’

      Danger. He reeked of it. Not that her personal safety was in question. But she should run all the same.

      Still he stared, his eyes flicking between hers. Still her breaths gusted in and out through parted lips. She held his searing eye contact. A challenge. Battle lines being drawn.

      Finishing her martini in one swallow, she slid from the stool, coming to stand between his still spread thighs. She leaned close, her heavy ponytail falling forward, a few strands of hair getting caught in the stubble covering his strong jaw.

      With her lips mere millimetres from his ear, she whispered, a thrill tingling up her spine.

       ‘Quid….’

      Closer.

       ‘Pro…’

      She could almost feel the fine hairs on his earlobe tickle her lips.

       ‘Quo…’

      Leaning back, she took the key card from her purse and pressed it into his palm, turned on her heel and left the bar on shaky legs.