Читать книгу The Tycoon's Stowaway - Stefanie London - Страница 2
A wicked smile broke out across her face as she downed the entire drink. A stray droplet escaped the corner of her mouth and Chantal caught it with her tongue. God, he wanted to kiss her.
Оглавление‘It’s the champagne.’
‘Well, if you keep drinking it like that…’
‘I might get myself into trouble.’ She pulled a serious face, her cheeks flushed with the alcohol.
She’d looked like this the night he’d danced with her at Weeping Reef. Chantal had always been the serious type—studious and sensible until she’d had a drink or two. Then the hardness seemed to melt away, she loosened up, and the playful side came out. If she’d been tempting before, she was damn near impossible to resist now.
‘You always seem to treat trouble like it’s a bad idea.’ Brodie divested her of her champagne flute before tugging her to him.
‘Isn’t that the definition of trouble?’ Her hands hovered at his chest, barely touching him.
He shouldn’t be pulling her strings the way he did when he wanted a girl. He liked to wind them up first. Tease them… get them to laugh. Relax their boundaries. He was treating Chantal as if he wanted to sleep with her… and he did.
He was in for a world of pain, but he couldn’t stop himself.
‘Bad ideas are the most fun.’
