His head cocked, dark eyes crinkling as he assessed her, dirty blonde hair flopping around on his forehead in a carefully styled mess. ‘You’re not from around here, are you? Form’s the best place in town bar none. And no party beats a Full Moon party. This shit right here is why people are meant to be on this earth. This is happiness, sweetheart.’
He shifted his weight and she shifted hers, leaning away as he came in closer. His words were over-confident and a little put on. It was his tone and the way his eyes travelled her head to breasts to toe to breasts again that got her hackles up and gave her the slick feeling all over. He towered over her, whispering close like he had some secret to impart, only to her.
‘I could show you, teach you how we party in Form.’ It was issued as an offer and spoken like a demand. His eyes threatened as his lips entreated. ‘It’s not far, just up by Dublin Castle. Not far at all.’
He could have been the Cheshire Cat for all the wide smiling and purring. But she wasn’t Alice and when his fingers spread out across the velvet arm of her coat, she didn’t trust in him to take her to Wonderland.
‘I’m not dressed for clubbing ...’ Ash forced a playful laugh from her throat as she danced out of his reach, ducking around him to take a step towards the opening of the alley.
He moved quicker than she could, hands planted either side of her head, walling her in against the brick with a leering, toothy grin. The exit seemed so damn far away as her face turned from his and she batted at the hand that slipped to once more stroke his fingers down her coat. ‘You don’t need to be dressed at all ...’
Ash went cold. The dread that had been swirling in her stomach dropped a ton of rocks to weigh her down in panic. She should have got the hell out of Dodge when she’d first stumbled into him, when she’d got the heebies under his gaze, when the twitching energy that had possessed her body all week had suddenly up and frozen solid in her veins. His hands were moving, one squeezing her jaw as his face leaned close and he inhaled with a Hannibal intensity. Fava beans and Chianti to go with a slice of freaking out female, Sir?
‘You smell ...’ He groaned, and her eyes popped wide. Shit, he really was going to cook her! Ash was flailing now. The second time since she’d been in this godforsaken city that she was being surprised by a man intent on doing her harm. If this shit came in threes ... She fought, bursting into an explosion of fear that had her struggling to reach something, anything, to crow-bar the idiot off her.
‘You smell too,’ she hissed, muffling a whimper as his fingers clawed into her hip, his face still buried against her throat with those wet, breathing inhales, like he was trying to breathe her in through his own saliva. One hand pushing at his face, she fumbled, his weight leaning her into the wall and leaving barely an inch for her to fight into the insides of her bag.
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