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might have met only a
short time ago, but she already knew a smiling Zachary Savage was lethal to her
senses.
    “Indeed. And it was what I intended to
do at the end of the tour. But then the subject of sex came up. I haven’t been
able to think of anything else since.”
    “I guess I understand how that could
derail the best intentions.”
    He laughed, a low, rich, gorgeous sound
that shot heat straight to her core. His fingers gripped the railing tighter, then he eased his hands closer to hers.
    But still he didn’t touch her. There
was something about the delayed gratification of that move that made her
insides clench.
    “So, have dinner with me tonight.”
    Before she could respond, she heard
voices as a group entered the sky-viewing area.
    Zachary stiffened and she heard his low
growl just before he stepped away.
    Sucking in a long-denied full breath,
she turned, careful to keep her hold on the railing because of her decidedly
shaky legs.
    The first group contained a sultan or
sheikh of some sort if the attire he wore was a guess. He was accompanied by
four women ranging from early to mid-twenties. Each woman was dressed in
stunning designer gear with priceless jewelry and impeccable make up. And they
all pandered to him as if they worshipped the ground he walked on.
    “He’s the son of a sultan. Those are
his wives,” Zach murmured as the women caught their first glimpse of the sky
and giggled excitedly.
    Bethany barely stopped her face from
contorting into a grimace. “Right, because why have one wife when four will
do?”
    Striking grey eyes latched onto hers,
deadly serious in their intensity. “Rest assured, I’m a one-woman man, Bethany.
As long as I have your word that you’re a one-man woman, we won’t have a
problem. Because I will devote my every waking moment to ensuring your pleasure
so you don’t have to look elsewhere for it. Do I have your word?”
    “I—”
    Sultan Junior saw Zachary and threw his
arms out with a loud and effusive greeting. Zachary emitted another frustrated
growl. He threw her an apologetic glance.
    “Excuse me. I was hoping to stay under
the radar, but I guess that’s blown out of the water now.”
    She made an unintelligible sound and
waved him off, unable to keep from watching his sexy swagger as he walked away.
    Dear God. On the one hand, she knew
what was happening. The calm before the storm; the foreplay
before the fucking. But if anyone had warned Bethany she would be this
turned on by it, she’d have laughed herself hoarse.
    At twenty-four, she’d had far fewer sex
partners than the average woman her age, her longest relationship being with her
fourth boyfriend, Chris—until his bombshell announcement six months ago.
    She’d moved to New York because of him,
had moved in with him at his request and for the best part of a year, she’d
fooled herself into thinking they were in the final stages of courtship before
the big proposal. At first, the weekend business trips hadn’t tweaked her
radar. But after eight weekends in a row and the disconcerting knowledge that
she was having more sex with Dildo Pete than with Chris, she’d known something
was seriously wrong.
    But not even in her wildest raging
nightmares had she dreamed the man she’d thought she’d spend the rest of her
life with would confess he now preferred men.
    “Hey, there.”
    She dragged herself from Fucked Up
Memory Lane to find the guy she’d seen at the check-out desk in front of her.
The rest of his group had also arrived on the deck with their hostess and were
checking out the view.
    “Uh…hi.” She hoped her smile didn’t reveal
her inner thoughts.
    He held out a hand. “I’m Jackson
Blaine. Friends call me Jax.”
    “Bethany,” she replied, and shook his
hand. His face was open and friendly, with sparkling brown eyes and a dimpled
smile that set her at ease. All in all, he was very easy on the eyes.
    “I’m a drummer with Friday’s Child.
We’re gigging in a couple of hours