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her, and his body was reacting to her. Desire for her had begun to well l up in him, and it was strong.
    Sleep that night didn't come easily to Carla because her thoughts were too much on Daniel. She felt like she had been singled from the crowd for impure purposes and where that kind of presumption would usually make her frown and save herself for someone with nobler intents. However, when it came to Daniel, she felt the presumption was fairly placed.
    She was intoxicated with him and she ached for the wedding the next day, not for the ceremony so much, or to see people enjoying her cake, or even for the chance to catch the bouquet when it was tossed. It was for the minute possibility that Daniel would ask her to dance. She wanted to know what it felt like to press her body close to his.
    Carla laughed at herself as she lay on the bed in the bedroom she had always stayed in when visiting as a child and put a hand to her face to cool her own flushing cheeks. It was so unlike Carla to let her attractions get the better of her, but then again, her attractions had never been quite this strong.
    The next day, Carla tried to pull her thoughts away from Daniel so that she could enjoy the company of her female relatives and she joined in with the electric atmosphere that always accompanies a group of women preparing for a wedding.
    Diane looked gorgeous in her dress with her hair arranged like a plaited crown atop her head, held in place with a stunning tiara, and Carla gave an appreciative glance to her own reflection in the mirror, thinking that she didn't look so bad herself in the dress that made her look so sexy.
    She wore her own hair up with a few loose tendrils hanging down and took extra care with her make-up to make her eyes seem large and alluring, as she felt that they were her best feature.
    With her heels, her makeup, and her sophisticated purple gown, she felt that perhaps the elite Mr. Towler was not so far out of her league after all.
    They were on separate sides of the church during the ceremony and she tried not to look across at him as her cousin exchanged her vows. When the ceremony was over and the bridal party began to gather for the photos, the groomsmen were asked to stand in a row behind and the bridesmaids were placed in a row in front of them.
    Daniel made it seem as though his place behind her was by chance, even though Carla had spotted him stepping away from a woman who had been much closer to be her partner in the photo and then he stood closer to her than needed as the camera flashed, but she didn't step away. 
    Then it was time for the real dinner and Carla and Daniel were sitting together once more. He poured wine for her as he had done the day before, and this time Carla drank it down for the heady feeling it brought, and just so that she could let her inhibitions slide away for something she knew she wanted.
    All through the dinner, he charmed her and as she drank more, Carla found herself responding to his advances with equal flirtation, until finally, they were on the dance floor together. When the slow dances came on at the end of the night, Daniel put his arm around Carla's waist, pulling her towards him closely, and she put her arms around his neck and let her fingers run through the hair at the base of his neck in a flirtatious manner.
    That was so unlike her, but it came naturally through the wine and her attraction to him. He seemed to enjoy her touch and leaned in to whisper in her ear as they danced.
    "You look absolutely stunning tonight, Carla,” he told her in a low, alluring voice. "It may sound selfish, but I almost wish you had done all of this," he looked her up and down from head to toe,.. for me."
    She felt heady and strong, free and sexy as hell, as his eyes traveled over her. His hands moved from her waist down lower on her hips and he held her snugly to him. The chemistry between them began to burn warmly as he rubbed his fingertips against her lower back and brushed his