A Tycoon To Be Reckoned With. Julia James

she said lightly.

      ‘I won’t be so clumsy next time,’ he promised her.

      She let her hand fall from his shoulder and indicated that he should let go of her too—which he did, with clear reluctance. But Philip’s crush on her was not uppermost in her mind right now.

      She was just about to murmur something about her next set, and this time make sure she headed off, when a deep voice sounded close by.

      ‘Mademoiselle Sabine? I trust you will give me equal pleasure?’

      She started, her head twisting. Bastiaan Karavalas was bearing down on them as the music moved on to another number. A distinctly slower number.

      He gave her no chance to refuse. An amused nod of dismissal at his cousin and then, before she could take the slightest evasive action, Sarah’s hand had been taken, her body was drawn towards his by the placing of his large, strong hand at her waist, and she was forced to lift her other hand and let it rest as lightly as she could on his shoulder. Then he was moving her into the dance—his thigh pressing blatantly against hers to impel her to move.