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swiftly stalked off.
    His voice sounded puzzled when he answered, “I do have good reasons for tonight; family matters. Your terms are accepted but you need to have faith in me.”
    Ailsa was trying not to smile but she didn’t even look behind her. “I’m going home. It’s late and your lines are getting tired.”
    She didn’t dare turn around. Kirsty’s instructions were spinning fast circuits around her head. Playing the ‘won’t back down vamp’ might be empowering but it was also unsettling like strong wine and too much dancing on stilettos.
    Nick moved fast; like a panther. He sprinted to her and pulled Ailsa to a stop then forced her to look at him. She gasped at the touch and the speed of his movements. He was so close he could kiss her with ease. And what would she do if he did? Buckle?
    “Sofa Girl,” he whispered, eyes glinting. “Don’t run out on me with a crushed ego until you hear why I’m saying no to the best good time of my life. I want our time to be as special as it can be. And if that means promising you a night now rather than seeing how things go, then yes. I agree.”
    Rewind. Had he said that?
    “So you know about the Sofa Girl thing; you and half the country.”
    “Andy told me about your fame as sofa queen; the femme fatale of soft furnishings. I’m only going tonight because I don’t think spur of the moment impulse does credit to either of us. I don’t want to have to walk out and leave either. And I honestly can’t stay. So tomorrow we’ll meet - have dinner like calm, rational grown ups not hormone crazed teenagers. And yes we’ll spend the night together as you wish. Want me to sign something?”
    As much as Ailsa resented backing down, he was right. He did make her feel like a hormone-crazed adolescent and perhaps her ‘I want you tonight’ line wasn’t her subtlest tack.
    “We’re done then,” she said trying to remain as aloof and vampish as she could even though he was almost making her shake in a heady mix of the cool night air and the proximity of a red hot man. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Aren’t you going to give me your number first?” Nick took his phone from his pocket. After punching in her number Nick re-pocketed the phone then watched her with a gaze that turned her muscles weak. “I intend to take you somewhere special tomorrow. I have a lot of sucking up to do since I’ve upset you so much. There’s only one way to convince you I’m worth cancelling for and that’s pull all the stops out,” Nick put her hands around his neck. His Adams apple bobbed as again he pulled her to him. “Just happens I’m good at doing that.”
    Nick’s fingers propelled her forward, his arms encircled her shoulders, fingers trailed up to her neck. He smelled of clean shirt, shower fresh male and warm hot hormones wrapped up to keep out the Scottish chills. She found she liked it.
    He then placed a kiss on the edge of her lip. Sparks went off anew. It was a kiss hotter, sweeter than syrup on a tin plate in a heat wave.
    He reached down to take her lapels and kissed her again, mouth opening against mouth, tongue seeking, affirming, underlining just how great in bed he’d be. His kisses ignited. Sending sparks off at tangents, coursing through her veins and filling her abdomen with warm darts of pulsating pleasure. Her sex swelled, the heat mounted. Climbing, promising a great view from the summit.
    He had impact on her physically there was no denying it. And surely she couldn’t be imagining this much chemistry in action? Surely he felt it too?
    “Still not interested?” his voice was rusty.
    Nick Palmer could kiss like a ninja-trained hit squad put on the job as an urgent priority assignment.
    Was this what Kirsty talked about?
    Silence fell. A pause that was pregnant with triplets. So pregnant it was about to break its waters and start yelling at the midwife and swearing to its husband that he’d never be allowed near her again.
    Eventually she