Darcy Maguire - The Fiancee Charade

Oh, gawd.

‘They called to me from across the room,’ he murmured softly, leaning down towards her.

She could smell the softly spiced scent of his cologne, could feel the heat of his body emanating from him, could feel his words brush her neck, making spirals of sensation sizzle down her spine. ‘I—’

He put an arm on the window above her and leant closer, staring into her eyes as though he wanted to drown in them, as though he could stay right where he was for ever.

Her breath snagged in her throat, her heart thundering in her chest. What in heaven’s name was he doing to her?

She hated men. Womanisers. Him.

His gaze drifted down to her lips. ‘Say the words I want to hear,’ he murmured, his breath against her ear.

Jess dragged in a breath, opening her mouth, willing her brain to work over the rush of heat through her veins. This guy was dangerous to every woman on the planet.

His gaze drifted again to her lips, something glittering deep in his eyes, dark and dangerous.

She moistened her lips instinctively, with only one thought spiralling through her mind.

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