Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill: The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. —A Midsummer Night’s Dream Valentina TEARS OF EMBARRASSMENT stung the back of my eyelids, making it impossible to see straight as I ran away from one of the most dangerous and sexy men I’d ever encountered in my life. He’d been perfect. Until he opened his mouth and basically demanded I move. I’d never actually been spoken to that way before. Did that make me soft? Or maybe just stupid. Maybe I was so ridiculously sheltered that I couldn’t go to the bank by myself, and I stared at complete strangers with such rapture that I basically blocked them from being able to take care of a basic human function. Ugh… more embarrassment came as I cringed and slowly unclenched my hands. My nails had made actual imprints into my palms. He was just a guy. A really good looking guy. So gorgeous that, when he made his entrance into the party, I’d nearly stumbled backward into the dessert table. He came in with the same man from the bar.
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