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Excerpt: “Do not waste your time with me, Devon. I’m not interested in your propositions—particularly the second.” She stood and gave him a curt smile. “To be honest, you are not my type.” Bianca walked out of the restaurant with as much poise as she could muster under the circumstances. She’d taken only a dozen or so steps when a firm hand grasped her upper arm. “Bianca, hold on a minute.” She turned and met his ebony gaze, her heart beating out an erratic pattern. There was no denying the man affected her. “I didn’t mean to offend you. Look, you’re not my type either…but I want you. At least I can admit it,” he said in a thick voice. She extricated her arm from his grip. Her blood was rushing through her body like an electric current. Yes, she wanted him, too. One night of unbridled sex would get the emotional build up out of her system. “Really? And what is your type, Devon Slane?” she purred, oblivious to the crowd that parted and walked around them. A corner of his mouth lifted. “I normally stick to my kind.” “Ah, the Drakhom kind. I had a feeling. Well…you’ve just confirmed that you really are not my type.” “Why is that, Bianca? Do you prefer tamer men?” Oh, he knows how to press my buttons. She smiled and placed her finger on the lapel of his jacket, pleased to hear his breath shift. “You couldn’t handle me,” she said softly. Mischief flickered in his eyes and he chuckled. His fingers caught a lock of her hair and twirled it, sending a frisson through her. “We are a challenge to each other. You’d like to humble me and I’d like to have my way with you…release your fire. But I intimidate you.” The velvety timbre of his voice provoked her dangerously. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze directly. “You’re so sure of yourself.” He grinned. “Take me down a few pegs, Bianca. If you can.” Her gaze fell to his mouth and she had the urge to erase its smugness with a wicked kiss. She rose on tiptoes and brought her lips within two inches of his. “Damn you, devil,” she murmured before turning around to hail a cab. She heard his low chuckle as she slid into the backseat and forced herself to look ahead.
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