Book 1 - Page 4 (1/2)

Hmm...I caught the handle of the spoon sticking out of the bowl and decided not to comment on the food. ”I think I ran into the hottest man on the planet today. Maybe the hottest man in the history of the world.”

”Oh? I thought that was me. Do tell me more.” Cary stayed on the other side of the counter, preferring to stand and eat.

I watched him take a couple bites of his own concoction before I felt brave enough to try it myself. ”Not much to tell, really. I ended up sprawled on my a.s.s in the lobby of the Crossfire and he gave me a hand up.”

”Tall or short? Blond or dark? Built or lean? Eye color?”

I washed down my second bite with some wine. ”Tall. Dark. Lean and built. Blue eyes. Filthy rich, judging by his clothes and accessories. And he was insanely s.e.xy. You know how it is - some hot guys don't make your hormones go crazy, while some unattractive guys have ma.s.sive s.e.x appeal. This guy had it all.”

My belly fluttered as it had when Dark and Dangerous touched me. In my mind, I remembered his breathtaking face with crystal clarity. It should be illegal for a man to be that mind-blowing. I was still recovering from the frying of my brain cells.

Cary set his elbow on the counter and leaned in, his long bangs covering one vibrant green eye. ”So what happened after he helped you up?”

I shrugged. ”Nothing.”

”Nothing?”

”I left.”

”What? You didn't flirt with him?”

I took another bite. Really, the meal wasn't bad. Or else I was just starving. ”He wasn't the kind of guy you flirt with, Cary.”

”There is no such thing as a guy you can't flirt with. Even the happily married ones enjoy a little harmless flirtation now and then.”

”There was nothing harmless about this guy,” I said dryly.

”Ah, one of those.” Cary nodded sagely. ”Bad boys can be fun, if you don't get too close.”

Of course he would know; men and women of all ages fell at his feet. Still, he somehow managed to pick the wrong partner every time. He'd dated stalkers, and cheaters, and lovers who threatened to kill themselves over him, and lovers with significant others they didn't tell him about...Name it, he'd been through it.

”I can't see this guy ever being fun,” I said. ”He was way too intense. Still, I bet he'd be awesome in the sack with all that intensity.”

”Now you're talking. Forget the real guy. Just use his face in your fantasies and make him perfect there.”