She realized she was gazing into empty space, so she went and joined her friends on the dance floor, grateful for the loud music inhibiting any conversation between her and Phoebe. Sophie knew she would be in for a battering of questions from Phoebe that would rival the Spanish Inquisition. She let herself be carried away with the music in a vain attempt to put Alex Scavoni’s mysteriousness behind her.
The evening wore on and when the auction occurred, it raised a record amount for the hospital. Sophie noticed that Alex had bid and won a few times.
There was one particular painting she’d admired and had started to bid for, but the price had risen quickly and exceeded her allowed budget. Disappointment had her tuning out and in the end she hadn’t seen who had won the final bid. She was convinced the seascape would’ve looked fabulous in her riverfront apartment, her only acknowledgment of her father’s wealth.
She was vain enough to admit she wanted to live in a nice place. A place all of her own where she could relax after a tough day at the hospital. She knew a nurse’s wages wouldn’t allow her that luxury, so she’d used a portion of her trust fund to buy the apartment.
She made sure her door was always open to her fellow workmates and they often dropped around after they’d finished their shift for a drink and catch up. They were the first group of people who didn’t care about her wealthy background. They accepted her on face value and her dedication to her job.
The witching hour was closing in and Alex’s words resounded in her ears. Save the last dance for me. With that in mind, she made a quick trip to the powder room to freshen up. Phoebe and her other friends had headed down to the casino after the auction to ring in the new year, Phoebe had pestered her to join them, but Sophie had her dance with Alex and she wasn’t going to miss that.
Giving her appearance a once over she was pleased to see that even after all her dancing, her hair still looked good and her makeup still looked attractive. She renewed her lipstick, though, and made use of the facilities.
She’d turned the corner to head back into the ballroom when she saw Alex leaning casually against the wall just outside the ballroom’s main entrance, chatting to another guest. As if sensing her presence, he turned his attention toward her.
She stopped, the carpet gripping her shoes and not letting her go. Transfixed, she watched as he finished his conversation and wandered over to her. Amazingly, her feet moved again and she met him halfway.
“I was about to start looking for you. The band will be playing our dance shortly.”
“With over five hundred guests here, finding me might have been a challenge for you.”
“Not really, I’ve known where you’ve been all evening. I never lose sight of my goal.”
She didn’t like the sound of those words. “Goal? I’m not some sort of team building incentive.”
“Believe me when I say there is no way I’m thinking of you as a team building incentive.” He closed the distance between them and softly touched her hair. “You’re like a forbidden fruit I know I shouldn’t take. But try as I might, I’m unable to resist the temptation.”
The man was talking in riddles. One minute he was calling her his goal and the next he was calling her forbidden fruit.
“So which am I, your goal or your forbidden fruit? Not that I like either reference — I’m a person first and foremost.”
“You’re both. I’ve been drawn to you since I walked into the room. But I can only offer you tonight.”
Sophie glanced around. Had she just stepped into the Twilight Zone? The conversation was surreal and she had no idea what to make of it. Was he offering her a one-night stand?
“So let me get this right. You saw me and I became your goal. But in the process of becoming your goal I turned into your forbidden fruit and now you’re offering me just one night?”
“Yes. I’m not in a place where I can offer you anything more than tonight.”
What did he mean? Was he in town on business? Could she do it?
Before she could voice any questions he continued.
“But I think you yourself can’t offer anything more than one night, either.”
How could he tell? How could he know that tonight, for the first time in months, she felt she was an attractive woman? Could she throw caution to the wind? No one would have to know and they would never meet again.
“I should walk right into that ballroom and leave you standing here.” She shook her head in an attempt to shake some sense into it. “You’re wearing a mask. I have absolutely no idea who you are or what you look like. You could be an axe murderer for all I know.”
“I’m not axe murderer.” He flicked the feathers on her mask. “It adds to the mystery of it all, don’t you think? Let me reassure you, there will be no regrets and no expectations on my part.” He took a step away, holding out a hand toward her. “Now it’s up to you whether you want to take a chance. Your choice, Sophie. Come and dance with me or you can walk now and join your friends.”
Some choice that was. If she danced with him, he’d already told her where he wanted the evening to finish. If she walked back into the ballroom, leaving him standing there, she would miss out on something she instinctively knew would be out of this world and amazing.
She was never one to go for one-night stands, but there was also something so decadent about it. The masks, the mystery, and the fact it was New Year’s Eve only added to the decadence of it all.
What a way to bring in the New Year.
She reached out and gripped Alex’s outstretched hand. Decision made. No regrets. This next year was going to be her year.
“So it begins.” Alex’s words whispered down her spine. Sophie knew it was the beginning in so many different ways.
Chapter 2
Sophie didn’t want the dance to end. Alex moved like a dream and she followed as if made just for him. The rest of the crowd melted away — all that existed was her and Alex.
They’d only been on the dance floor for a short time but in his arms, it was as if time was on slow motion. Sophie’s skin prickled and tightened with each move they made and each touch of Alex’s hand.
A vacuum of desire surrounded Sophie, enthralling her. The way Alex’s hold tightened and his body hardened further against hers told her he felt the same way. She badly wanted to kiss him, but knew if she did it would be splattered across the gossip pages tomorrow.
She wanted their first kiss to be at midnight and in private where no one could see them. Could they slip out before the clock struck twelve?
“It’s nearly that time,” his softly whispered words pulled her out of her dreamy state.
“Time for what?”
“Time to say goodbye to the old year and hello to the new one. Time to take off our masks. Time to show yourself to me, Sophia.”
She didn’t know how she felt about exposing herself. She wasn’t worried about her looks, she knew she was attractive — but would he see the real her? The girl whose self-esteem had recently been battered and bashed until it was unrecognizable?
Behind the anonymity of her mask, she was able to portray someone she wasn’t normally.
A light finger stroked the side of her head, breaking up her tumbled thoughts. “What thoughts trouble you so?”
“I was thinking that I can’t believe it’s nearly midnight. I hadn’t realized it had gotten so late.”
From behind his mask, his eyes twinkled and she knew he didn’t believe a word she’d said. And why would he, it sounded lame to her ears.
“Come, let’s go out onto the balcony to watch the fireworks.”
Suddenly Sophie didn’t want to be around a crowd. What if someone she knew saw her? Her dress was recognizable and everyone attending the ball knew who she was thanks to the earlier introduction.
All of a sudden, she di
dn’t think she was brave enough to follow through.
“Wait,” she cried. “I don’t want to go out onto the balcony. I don’t — ”
“Shhh.” Alex placed a finger on her lips. “Can you trust me to protect you and what is happening between us, Sophia mia?”
She looked into his eyes and the desire she saw shining out of them filled her. Her body screamed in agreement.
“Yes.” The moment she uttered the word she knew it was true. She did trust him.
“Follow me.” He slipped a strong arm around her waist and she shivered at his touch. He pulled her closer into his embrace as he led her through the crowd of partygoers. She didn’t know how he managed it, but before she knew it they were in a secluded part of the balcony. Darkness shrouded them and a large potted plant hid them from prying eyes.
The night was balmy, a soft breeze wafted over Sophie’s arms, the fine hairs on them standing to attention. There was no other way to describe the evening except phenomenal, memorable, unforgettable.
The air was scented with the sweet smell of jasmine and she knew that no matter what the outcome was going to be, whenever she smelled jasmine she would always remember Alex.
Excitement sizzled along her veins — she was finally going to get to taste Alex, feel his lips on hers. He turned her and she stood loosely in his embrace. Placing her hands on his hard chest, his heartbeat thrummed beneath her fingers in time with the blood coursing through her veins.
She looked up at him. If she were paper, she would have spontaneously combusted from the fire sparking within the dark depths of his eyes. Her breath hitched as she ran her hands up to his shoulders needing something solid to grip. He felt so good under her touch and she started caressing the strength beneath the warm fabric.
Sophie found herself pulled closer, his arms tightening around her. His breath floated over her skin, like snowflakes drifting down at the start of a storm. With his arousal brushing against her belly, heat pooled between her legs. All around her the noise of her fellow partygoers rose, but they remained hidden and untouched by it all. She was in a world that revolved solely around Alex.
The sound of the crowd counting down penetrated that world. “Ten, nine, eight, seven … ”
Apprehension warred with excitement. Her stomach muscles clenched and her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
“Five, four … ”
The anticipation of experiencing a first kiss built. The moment when their lips would touch for the first time.
“Three, two, one. Happy New Year!”
Time stood still as Alex’s hands reached out and framed her face. With slow, precise movements, he reached around to the back of her mask, his fingers brushing her sensitive earlobes. He pulled at the ribbon holding her mask in place. The ties slipped apart like a knife cutting through butter. Her mask fell forward. She made no effort to catch it, letting it fall to the floor.
Alex leaned in close, his lips mere millimeters from hers.
“Happy New Year, Sophie.”
Before she had time to respond or remove his mask, he closed the distance and locked his lips onto hers. This was what she’d been waiting for from the moment they’d met. The touch of lips on lips. It was everything she’d wanted and more. Electricity jolted through her. His lips were firm and soft as they cajoled hers to respond. She didn’t need any encouragement. She wanted this and what this first touch would bring them.
Rising up on tiptoe, she wound her arms around his neck. Tracing the shape of his skull, hooking her fingers under his mask before slipping it over his head, letting it fall silently to the ground. His hair was soft and springy under her touch. She opened up beneath his onslaught to allow him access into her moist depths. His touch and taste were heaven. She never wanted the kiss to end. It was everything a first kiss should be and more.
She moaned when he pulled away from her, laying his forehead against hers.
She pulled back, tilting her head up, getting her first good look at Alex. He took her breath away. It was amazing how a little mask could hide so much. Her imagination hadn’t done him justice. He was more handsome and striking than she had thought. Reaching out, it was her turn to trace his features. Cupping his cheek, his light five o’clock shadow bristling under her hand, she continued her exploration of the man who’d captivated her all evening. His nose had a tiny bump, signaling it had been broken at some stage. His strong, square jaw defined the personality he had shown her tonight. But she knew there was a softness to him too. Sophie finally ran her finger along his full, plump lower lip, gasping when he took it in his mouth, sucking gently on it. Sensations sizzled through her, all converging at the one point between her legs. She shivered at the thought of what would come later on.
He grabbed her hand and laced his fingers with hers, heat radiating through her at his touch. She looked up into the dark depths of Alex’s eyes and saw the question burning like a laser in them.
The fact that he wasn’t assuming, but asking her, again melted her heart.
She knew, from the one kiss they’d shared, that she would experience something she’d never experienced before in her life. Was she still willing to take the risk?
The answer was an unequivocal yes. She was so tired of always doing the right thing. Always playing it safe and erring on the side of caution. Always worried about what her actions might mean to her father and the family’s social position.
But not tonight. Tonight was for her. She would give herself this one night of pleasure.
She reached out and laid her hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. Gripping his shirt, she pulled him toward her, capturing his lips in a short, soft kiss.
“Yes.”
He didn’t need to ask her what she meant. The smile on his face told her he knew exactly what she was agreeing to. He held her to him briefly before sweeping her away from the crowd mingling on the balcony. It was then that Sophie realized the fireworks display was underway. So caught up in Alex’s kiss and the intenseness of the moment, she hadn’t registered the loud booms resonating around the balcony.
With everyone occupied with bringing in the New Year, they were able to slip out and into an elevator without drawing any attention to themselves. Sophie was relieved. She didn’t want anything or anyone intruding in on this moment or the events that were to come.
It was all about her and Alex.
She knew it was only for one night and she had no regrets. After her holiday break, she would go back to work and tackle her new position and the challenges it would bring. At this point in her life, she had no time for a relationship. After her last disastrous one, entering another relationship was the last thing on her mind. And from Alex’s cryptic words, it was the last thing on his, too.
“You’re thinking again. Why?” Again Alex’s smooth voice pierced her mind, shooting holes in her thoughts. “Just feel, Sophia, just feel.”
The lift doors opened and he swept her down the hall.
“You booked a room?” She wished the words back the moment she spoke them. She sounded so gauche and naive. So caught up that she hadn’t taken any notice of which direction they were heading. Right at this moment, time and place had no real relevance to her.
He gave a short laugh as he stopped in front of a door. Reaching into his pocket, he extracted a keycard and unlocked the door. Ushering her in, he let the door close, the snick as the lock connected echoing around the room. “Yes, I booked a room. And in case you’re wondering, I never expected to be sharing it with someone at the end of the evening.”
She didn’t need to hear those words. Sophie knew the last thing Alex had planned was for them to end up in the room he’d booked. Fate had made the decision for them.
She moved over to the windows to gaze out. The fireworks had finished and all that lingered was the smoke. The residual cloud
cast the city with an eerie glow. The buildings seeming to rise out of a cloud of dust, reaching up to inhale fresh, sweet, clean air. That’s how she felt right at that moment, as if she were reaching out from the cloud of disappointment to grasp something fresh and new.
Warm hands slipped around her waist and she found herself being pulled against a wall of hard muscle. The room was lit by only a couple of table lamps. Their reflections were clear in the glass of the window. His hands spanned her waist and he started a slow journey up her body. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited and watched and wondered just where those hands would end up. They stopped just short of touching her aching breasts. He swiveled her around and his mouth came crashing down on hers. She could feel the strength of his desire against her belly and lost herself once again in his kiss.
He picked her up in his arms, all the while keeping his lips on hers, worshipping them, as he made his way to the bedroom.
He broke contact once as he laid her on the bed. She groaned her disappointment when he pulled away. Her disappointment soon changed to enchantment, when he started to remove his tuxedo. With every piece of clothing he removed, heat scorched its way up her body, igniting a passion in her that was bold and new and intense.
His eyes never left hers and she was close enough to touch the bronzed skin he exposed. His flesh warmed and his stomach contracted under her touch.
He joined her on the bed, starting a sensual assault at her ankles and working his way up. His hands were gentle as he removed her dress. Her body hummed like a tuning fork with every touch, every stroke, every kiss he graced on every area of skin he exposed. His hands never left her body as they learned her curves.
Lip to lip, chest to chest, hip to hip. They were made for each other.
He dealt with the necessary protection and paused above her, holding himself a hair’s breadth away from her entrance. His lips gently touched hers, belying the muscle and strength and power enclosing her and asked her a simple question.
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