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many of today’s women were, but more like a throwback to Hollywood’s bombshell days.
    She didn’t notice him until he stood in front of her table. As soon as her eyes met his, a shot of pure lust went straight to his groin. She held her glass up to her mouth with delicate hands that had pink-tipped nails and her full red lips were wrapped around her straw. Surprise opened those lips in a small o, and he could see a glimpse of a shell pink tongue as she looked up at him. Despite his rules and misgivings, in that instant he knew she would be his.
    And not just for the night.
     
    Riley whipped her gaze back to her pop and took a sip, trying not to gawk. She wanted to fit in, not look like the out-of-towner she was. She’d actually felt his stare before she saw him. Slowly, like a scene out of a movie, she looked at the body of the man in front of her.
    He was dressed in black and, from the way the shirt clung to his impressive chest and shoulders, it had to be silk. He had a strong neck, a nice jaw and then she noticed his mouth and almost didn’t want to look any further. She could definitely picture herself on the receiving end of those lips. She brought her gaze up to see a strong Roman nose saved from being perfect with a bump that let her know he’d broken it and wasn’t vain enough to have it fixed.
    She met his eyes. It wasn’t just that they were blue. It was that they were electric. She didn’t think it was the lighting that made them glow—it had to be the intensity with which he stared. Everything in her just seemed to melt. Despite the cab driver’s warnings, she knew to the tips of her toes anything this man wanted she would do.
    Anything.
    Her nipples hardened. She actually felt her body clench and moisten, and he hadn’t done more than look at her. In an instant, her mood went from playful and adventurous to something she had never felt before but could only name as ravenous.
    “I.D.,” he said and held out his hand to her.
    She didn’t question who he was or why he wanted it. She grabbed her license out of her purse and handed it to him. She also didn’t stop to think why she would do what he asked. She just knew whatever he asked her for, she would do it.
     
    Cade looked at her for several seconds after she handed him her I.D. before he could tear his gaze away. No wonder Gary had risked his job to let her in. He watched while her nipples puckered and pushed against the soft fabric of her dress and when she squirmed in her seat, he knew it was because she was getting wet.
    Everything in him tightened as he recognized the signs she was as affected by him as he was by her, and it made him feel like an animal. He now understood why wolves marked their territory. The urge he felt to claim her was just as basic and fundamental. He tore his gaze down to the license in his hand and saw that her name was Riley Makenna Ramirez. She was twenty-three, five two and weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds. There was also an out-of-state address.
    He looked up and quirked a brow at her. “Washington?”
    “Oh, I, uh, just moved here,” Riley stammered. “I only got in today, but it’s real I swear. I have some other I.D. if you want to see it, a bank card and a credit card too, but those don’t have a picture.”
    Cade would have smiled at her rambling if he wasn’t in such a state of arousal. He didn’t doubt it was a real license. He just wanted to make sure she wasn’t planning to catch a plane any time soon. Not that she’d make that plane, but it was a complication he wanted to prepare for.
    He handed the card back to her. “No need.” He motioned to a server close by and when she hurried over he ordered two drinks. She was getting something a little stronger than diet cola whether she wanted it or not. “May I?” He took the chair next to her as he asked to make it clear her assent was assumed. A not so subtle way of establishing who was in control.
    He was a self-aware man. He knew what