|Автор произведения||Flora Dain|
THE WOLFE: BOOK 3
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Nowadays all it takes is a look.
It’s New Year’s Eve. We’re having a Ball – literally. But a man keeps looking at me from across the room. Nothing too obvious, just catching my eye every now and then. But it’s very disturbing.
Correction – he’s very disturbing.
I should be pleased. People should look. It’s a gala occasion. I’m wearing a gown that cost more than I earn and jewels way out of my league. We’re a blitz of glitz here – New York’s Four Seasons at its finest.
Darnley never does things by halves.
The guests are the cream of the East Coast courtesy of his family, a shot of early-settler blueblood from mine, plus a sprinkling of West Coast celebs from his brother Eldon’s on-off movie contacts.
But that man’s gaze is deep and dark. Very unsettling.
I’m trying to be civilised. I’m a professional person. I should have more self-control, not come apart at one look.
His gaze sweeps over me as he prowls through the guests. The crowd melts before him. Somewhere deep inside, so do I.
I should call security.
Wait. He is security.
‘Ready?’ His voice is like hot velvet.
A prickle of fear raises the down on my arms.
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ The heat in his eyes makes me shiver. So does the touch of his hand on mine