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Leila stood and exhaled shakily as Raffa drew her by the hand towards the dance floor, and gave another shaky exclamation when he pressed her close. He hadn’t been joking about dirty dancing.

She could hardly breathe. Or maybe that was too much excitement. Heat was rampaging through her as she came into contact with every alarming contour of his body.

‘I thought you wanted to dance,’ Raffa prompted when she remained quite still.

‘You wanted to dance,’ she reminded him, reluctant to end her sensory exploration of a man who was every bit as hard as he looked.

‘Yes. With you,’ he confirmed, tightening his grip.

Raffa didn’t take no for an answer, Leila discovered as he swept her round the floor.

‘I like your style, Leila Skavanga,’ he murmured, his voice all husky and rough.

‘Really?’ She prepared herself for some glowing compliment from the master of charm. ‘Why?’

‘Stubborn. Tricky. Unpredictable.’ Raffa shrugged. ‘I never know what to expect from you.’

Then he wouldn’t be surprised when her stiletto hit his foot.

‘What’s wrong now, Leila?’

She sniffed. ‘I’m waiting for the right beat of the music.’

‘Ah, a perfectionist.’

‘No. A novice.’

‘A novice?’ Raffa’s warm breath brushed her ear. ‘I could soon change that.’