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and after they finished giggling they would find Ferris and have a bowl of ice cream while watching a cheesy romance.
        And if she were to occasionally dream of Vaughn at night, she would do so with a wistful smile, wondering what if?
        Armand was done speaking, a smug, self-satisfied half-smile on his wicked lips. She blinked a few times and the world came whooshing back; sight and sound assaulted her senses and the floor was once more beneath her feet. The music was blaring from the speakers, the people were talking over the noise; what a rush!
        Shaking her head to clear the remaining cobwebs, she smiled up at him, “Whoa, I’m sorry, I must have spaced out for a second. What were you saying about the apartment and your brother? I’m assuming we’re talking about Vaughn, right?”
        He stared down at her, anger and astonishment twisting his perfect features. She had a feeling that surprise wasn’t something he was familiar with. When he continued to just stare at her, she glanced over his shoulder and saw Rhys laughing. Next to Rhys, Vaughn glared at Armand, the rage very apparent on his handsome face. Even furious he was gorgeous; she didn’t think she would ever tire of seeing his many different moods. Hey, if his brother was her neighbor, there was a good chance that he visited and maybe….
        “Who are you?” A soft voice asked and she jumped, temporarily forgetting she was still standing on the dance floor.
        “Pardon me?” she asked, not quite understanding his question. She must have spaced for quite a while; she was still a bit fuzzy. “Did you just ask who I am?”
        He nodded, still slightly thunderstruck.
        Realizing her error in manners, she stepped back and held out her hand. Automatically he took it but didn’t seem quite sure what to do with it so she pumped it up and down. “I’m Melanie Jacobs; your neighbor.”
        God, if words could kill, judging by his stricken expression, she just struck a fatal blow! She stepped back, mortified by whatever social faux pas she just committed, “I’m sorry; perhaps I’m not what you expected?”
        “That would imply I expected you.” His expression was grim.
        “I’m sorry?” She wasn’t sure why it came out as a question; he just seemed to need an apology, though she wasn’t exactly sure for what she was apologizing.
        Quicker than she could possibly imagine, his fingers were wrapped around her upper arm and he was holding her close to his body. His breath was hot against her ear as he hissed, “Leave him be.”
        “Why?” she tilted her head back so she could see him and watched his expression darken ominously. Despite the inherent threat in his frozen eyes, she was not afraid. Even when he thrust her away and she stumbled a bit before finding her balance. Her head was still a little foggy and she remembered she had drunk an Explosive Orgasm she had just before dancing with Vaughn; maybe the alcohol was finally hitting her.
        “We’re leaving,” Armand growled. “I’ll deal with you later.”
        It took her a moment to shake the rest of the fuzziness away and when she did, Armand had disappeared. She looked over her shoulder and was disappointed to see the two men carting her would-be lover off, obviously against his will. Vaughn’s jaw was tense as he struggled against their combined efforts. It was strangely thrilling to find a man wanting her badly enough to fight not one but two brothers. Unfortunately, it was vastly more annoying that he was being hauled away.
        As the trio stepped through the door, his eyes caught hers and he mouthed, “I’ll come for you.”
        Or maybe she had just watched too many romantic movies and was projecting her desires. Still, she didn’t think anyone was going to come close to matching this attraction she felt for the golden Vaughn. It was scary how one glance changed everything; spotting a stranger