The Billionaire's Fake Engagement
"I believe this is our dance."
Achingly aware of the masculine heat at her back, Natalie Wilder bit down on her lip—an attempt to quell her full body quiver. Above the soft strains of music she'd heard his sable-smooth voice, but should she pretend that she hadn't?
Rather than a request, his words had been more a decree, and she wasn't the kind to be pushed. At least she wasn't that kind anymore.
Still, tonight she was intrigued.
On the romantically lit dance floor, she edged away from her current partner's hold—a nice man she'd met five minutes earlier—and turned to gaze into a pair of eyes. Penetrating, entrancing, smiling dark eyes.
Her heart began to race.
Everyone here knew this man. He was of Spanish descent, charming, mysterious—some might even say dangerous. For the last few minutes, she'd secretly watched him watching her from a shadowed corner of the ballroom. His name was an exotic elixir she craved to taste on her tongue.
Natalie gifted him a smile. "Alexander Ramirez, isn't it?"
Onyx eyes flashed before his beautifully sculpted mouth curved… a mouth that knew how to kiss. How to love.
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