Sebastian’s
mood was dark as he walked into the club.
He’d had the crappiest day and was looking for something or someone to
relieve the stress. The loud music
assaulted his ears and he wondered why he’d thought coming to the club was such
a good idea. Suddenly he wasn’t sure
that the company of another would be the cure he was after. Or, at least, that was he was thinking until
he turned his head and his eyes met hers.
The sensation was like being slammed up against a brick wall. She was, quite possibly, the most beautiful
woman he’d ever seen. Eyes that were
large, bottomless pools of green, flawless skin, a mouth that made him want to
kiss her forever and a body just made for a man’s hand. She gave him a small smile and he felt like
he’d been punched in the gut. A woman
like that should be outlawed, damn it. The
barman asked Sebastian what he’d like to order.
He ordered his drink and turned back to look at the woman again. She was gone!
His eyes frantically searched the club but he couldn’t see her anywhere. And just like that his dark mood was
back. Yes indeed, it had been a really
crappy day.
Serena
hated the clubbing scene. It just wasn’t
her thing but her flatmate, and best friend, had insisted that she go with. She was sure she was being set up on yet
another blind date and really didn’t want to go but Carly wasn’t taking no for
an answer. So here she was sipping on a
drink and bored as hell. She’d been
right. Carly had set her up, yet
again. Despite the fact that Serena kept
telling Carly she wasn’t looking for a new man in her life, Carly had taken it
upon herself to find Serena a new boyfriend.
But after the jackass she’d just dumped, the last thing she wanted was
to be stuck in a new relationship. If only
Carly would get the hint though. As she
scanned the room again her eyes collided with those of a truly mouth watering
man. He was all dark good looks and a
body that made her hands itch to touch.
Her heart rate skyrocketed and her sex tingled; and all that from just a
look. Serena was thoroughly disconcerted
by her overwhelming response to the stranger and suddenly she could think of
nothing else but escaping the magnetic pull of his gaze. As he turned away from her to place his
order, she rose from the table and slipped into the crowd looking for Carly.
“Carly,
I’m going to head home. I don’t feel so
great.”
“Oh
no,” Carly cried, “Dan hasn’t even arrived yet.”
“I’m
sorry Carly but I really need to go. I’ll
see you in the morning.”
Carly
sighed deeply, disappointment rampant on her lovely face.
“Ok
then. I’ll see you in the morning. Feel better.”
They hugged and Serena left.
Climbing
into her car, Serena wondered again about her intense reaction to the gorgeous
stranger. She couldn’t remember ever
reacting like that to any man. What was
it about him that made her want so badly; made her want to be touched, tasted,
taken? Turning the key Serena was
dismayed when the car refused to start.
She tried a couple more times and eventually the car started. Backing out of her space, she glanced in her rear
view mirror and saw him coming
through the door. Putting the car in to
gear she drove away, glancing in the mirror repeatedly until he faded from
view. She let out a breath she hadn’t
realised she’d been holding. And
strangely, in the pit of her stomach, she felt a deep disappointment that she
wouldn’t get to see him again.
He
ran his hands over her breasts, plumping the mounds together, licking first one
then the other nipple. Her nipples were
like hard little pebbles, aching for his touch.
His mouth started to close over her nipple when Serena was rudely ripped
from her dream as her alarm clock jangled.
Reaching over, she slapped a hand on to the snooze button. She wasn’t quite ready to get out and face
the world. With the second alarm, she
silenced the alarm and rolled out of bed, padding into the bathroom to get her
day started. She had a new client coming
in to see her today so she couldn’t afford to be late. Twenty minutes later Serena pulled her front
door closed behind her and headed for the garage. Praying her car wouldn’t give her problems
like the night before she turned the key and said a silent thank you as her car
started, first time. Filtering into the
morning traffic, Serena went through her appointments for the day, in her
head. Her new client would be her first
client for the day. He was hosting a
fund raising event and he was looking for an Events Co-ordinator to handle all
the details since he neither had the time, nor the inclination to do so
himself. His secretary normally dealt
with this sort of thing but she’d fallen ill and wouldn’t be back in time to
pull the event off. This account would
be an enormous boost to her reputation as the company was a well known global
concern. She would have to pull out all
the stops on this one.
Serena
was pulled from her daydreaming by the insistent buzzing of her intercom. Her secretary was letting her know her first
appointment for the day had arrived.
“Take
him into the boardroom Ginny. I’ll be
right there.” Serena instructed.
She
gathered the file she’d been trying to work on together to take with her and
made her way to the boardroom. Ginny had
her back to the door, chatting to the client; obscuring Serena’s view until the
late moment. As she opened her mouth to
greet her client Ginny moved and Serena got her first good look at the new
client. It was him! Serena couldn’t believe
it. He
was Sebastian Moran? She couldn’t seem
to catch her breath; seemed rooted to the spot.
As if he’d sensed her presence, Sebastian looked up and saw Serena
standing in the doorway and, again, he felt like he’d been slammed up against a
brick wall. She was petite
perfection. And he wanted her like he’d
never wanted anything else, anyone
else, ever. And it was a very
uncomfortable feeling. Sebastian was
used to being in control. Serena managed
to gather herself and stepping forward, extended her hand to Sebastian.
“Mr
Moran, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she managed to say in a clear, cool voice,
and couldn’t believe that was her voice sounding so calm; she was anything but.
Sebastian
rose to take her hand and it felt like an electric shock up his arm.
“Miss
Callum, a pleasure.”
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