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whispered in my ear, his breath cascading deep into my core. He stood behind me slipping his arms on either side of me and grasping the edge of the bar top, cocooning me between his body and the counter.
    “Hi,” I responded in a low voice, frozen to the spot, my muscles tense with anticipation.
    “I’m glad you came. I wasn’t sure if you would.” he said quietly, craning his neck to my ear. His lips brushed against my lobe sending shivers down my spine.
    I caught a flash of colour in the reflective blocks behind the bar. The violet had taken over my irises once again leaving only a few blue speckles making me wonder what it meant. I’d only seen them look that way twice. Both times, I’d been with Marc.
    I turned my attention to his reflection. His face hovered above my head, etched with a serious expression and his cheekbones brushed with a dark pink flush. I melted into his velvety chocolate eyes, gazing into mine via the reflection.
    “Why wouldn’t I come?” I said, with my brow furrowed.
    He pressed his body against me, pressing me up against the counter. I gasped as he took my flowing hair in his hand and swept it over my right shoulder. He pressed his lips to the space where my neck met my shoulder. A fluttering started a dance within my belly, the effect turning to liquid in my panties. My question remained unanswered. I was confused why I’d even asked. What did I expect him to say? I wondered if he knew the woman had followed me last night.
    I could hear his heart pounding which brought me out of my thoughts of the woman. He ran his palms down my arms and stepped back leaving my back with icy cold abandonment now that it wasn’t in contact with his body.  Marc spun me around to face him.
    “Are you ok?” he asked smiling, holding me away from him, both of his hands clasped around my arms. He seemed to have dismissed the spark of electricity that had just occurred between us. It was almost as if he had just greeted me for the first time since his arrival.
    “Ok, thanks, you?” I asked biting my lip. I wanted to brazenly ask him if he’d just felt what I had. The connection. The fire that burned between us.
    “All the better for seeing you.” He grinned revealing his perfect white teeth as he took his hands away and raked one though his dark hair, his eyes trailing all over me.
    “You look beautiful.”
    “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
    I was pleased that he’d also made a concerted effort, wearing a charcoal grey suit. The material had a shimmery effect. His snowy white shirt lay open at the collar, displaying bronzed skin on his upper chest. I turned back towards the counter as he let go of me, taking a sip of wine with a shaky hand. He moved to stand beside me. I was so nervous, I struggled to recall the last time I’d felt this sensation in the presence of a man and couldn’t, probably because I never had.
    “Aren’t you having a drink?” I asked before taking another sip.
    “No, we’re not staying here.”
    “Oh? When were you going to ask me if I wanted to go?” I said, shooting him a sideways glace. I was momentarily aggravated by his calmness. He seemed so sure of himself, cocky even.
    “Oh—erm—oh—yes—um—sorry.”
    My laughter tinkled over his stumbling words. “Just kidding, Marc.” I said, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
    He nudged me playfully and shook his head as a grin spread over his face.
    “I’m sorry, Teagan. I didn’t intend to come over as being arrogant.” His tone sounded sincere.
    “It’s just,” he squeezed his eyes tight shut for a moment, showing faint lines fanning out from the corners. “Do you want to go out with me tonight?” he said, catching my eyes so they locked on his.
    “Yes,” I said breathily as my stomach clenched.
    “Come on then. I’ve got a fantastic idea of how I can show you the whole of London.” He winked at me and took my hand. A playful smile crossed his lips as led me out of the