Page 5 of Wild Obsession
“What I’d like…” I leaned in and let her squirm in silence for a bit.“Is for you to turn around and go back to the party.Maybe offer your services to your husband.John, isn’t it?”
Her smile died.
“He seems like a nice guy.Had a chat with him earlier.Wouldn’t want to talk to him after this, though.”I held her gaze.“That might be awkward.For you.”
She jerked away, her usual scowl taking over.
“Can I take a leak now?”
With a huff, she turned and stormed off, her hair flinging out behind her like a final fuck you.
Muffled laughter echoed from the opposite direction.I peered around the doorway to see a tall, slender brunette with a hand over her mouth, failing to hold back her amusement.
“I’m sorry.”She dropped her hand, revealing a gorgeous smile and a light, sexy Québécois accent.“That was kind of embarrassing, wasn’t it?”
Who was this woman?And how the hell had I missed her?
“Embarrassing for who?”I returned her smile.
“Well, obviously not you.”She moved a step closer, her voice carrying an unintentional seduction that was one hundred percent effective.“You handled her like a pro.Kudos for not being a sleaze bag.”
“Who says I’m not a sleaze bag?”I leaned against the doorframe and kept my expression neutral, even as I took my time looking her over.Her body deserved more than a passing glance.
“Trust me.”Her smile turned mischievous.“I’ve met plenty.None would have turned down what she was offering.”
“Maybe I was just waiting for a better offer to come along.”I smirked, and it almost felt natural.
“Ah, so you’re a sleaze bag with standards?”She laughed again, her hazel eyes sparkling.“Who are you?”
“You first.You’re the one slinking around corners playing spy.”
“Well, you caught me, so I must be a shitty spy.”She shifted closer, hooking her thumb in the direction Celeste had gone.“I’m a cousin of that one.My name’s Chanté.”
“Chanté.Likeenchanté?”I focused on her gorgeous name, instead of her unfortunate relation.She was cousins with Celeste and Eric, two of my least favorite people.What were the fucking odds?
“No,chéri, nothing delightful or enchanting about me.Just Chanté for short, my full name’s Chantel.”
“I thoughtenchantémeant pleased to meet you.”
“It could, but are you really all that pleased right now?”Her gorgeous smile grew even brighter.
“You have no idea how very pleased I am, Chantel.”And I meant it.I’d never been more enthralled with a random encounter in my life.“But you’re wrong about not being enchanting.I’m so caught up I forgot what we were talking about.”
I inched toward her, dropping my voice.“I was focused on hearing you say my name with that gorgeous accent.”
“I’d have to know your name first, wouldn’t I?”
“I’m Dylan.”
Her smile died.“Dylan.”Her lips curled, nose crinkled, and spine straightened.Like she’d stepped in shit.“You’re Dylan?”
My stomach sank, but I kept the smirk in place.“So, you’ve heard of me.”
“Of course.Fuckd’ostie.”French and English tangled together in her mouth like a symphony.
“Is that good or bad?”
“They warned me to stay away from you.So probably not good.”
