Nemo

She’d never mentally undressed a man in her life before! It was enough to make you blush hectically, just the thought of it—and she swallowed nearly two thirds of a glass of champagne in one long mouthful as she thought of it again.

Then she breathed deeply, put the empty glass down and laid her head back. Murad Fullbuster got to her, she acknowledged. He sent her senses reeling in a very physical way and he destabilized her peace of mind.

She lifted her head suddenly. She could not afford to let this get out of control, she reflected. On one hand, could a man who’d regarded her legs as a cause for annoyance be attracted to her?

But on the other hand, what had been going through his mind while he’d stared at her so intently? Almost as if they’d both been caught in a sensual little moment that had blotted out the rest of the world—or had it been her imagination?

She stared unseeingly across the room for a long moment, then shook herself. Most likely, she decided, but with a frown of co