Page 2 of Maximum Dare
Rummaging around in my handbag, I retrieved the envelope ready to slip it back into Morgan’s Prada purse.
Oh, no!
They were leaving.
Hand in hand, Nick and Morgan waved goodbye to the crowd like they were a celebrity couple. My worried glare tracked their movement along the other side of the window.
Having not quite used up my stalker quota for the evening, I decidedwhat the hellandgrabbed my parka from the barstool, pulling it on. I followed them out and was hit with a blast of freezing cold January wind that stung my face.
A limo was waiting for them. A chauffeur wearing a grey suit opened the back door in a formal gesture so that Morgan could elegantly slide into the back.
Nick stopped short of climbing in behind her to pin me with a look of disbelief. My humiliation rose with each faltering step and I forced a weak smile to reassure him.
It’s just me, your ex. The girl with no life who refuses to let you go.
I gathered the courage to sprint forward, holding out the envelope. “She dropped this—”
SLAM!
My glasses went flying as I collided with a rock-hard male body. My cheek squished against a woolen coat as my body fell heavily against his, a flood of pheromones rushing through me from his heady cologne. It reminded me of endless nights filled with sordid pleasures. At first I was reluctant to look up, afraid I might be disappointed after that incredible preview…
“Hi, there,” he said, his tone amused, his accent seductively foreign.
Dazed, I peered up at his face. He was too tall to kiss, this dark stranger with a three-day stubble. His masculine scent stirred a forbidden desire deep inside of me and I couldn’t speak for a moment. He was so damn gorgeous. His temples revealed just a hint of grey—making me think he was in his thirties. His hypnotic brown eyes crinkled with kindness as he gave me a dazzling smile.
“Thank you?” I finally said. The response had made sense in my head.
He must have found it humorous, as I saw his full, kissable lips quirk up in a smile—a smile that suddenly faded as he glanced over my shoulder.
Someone from behind me gripped my arms and dragged me away from him, forcing me to trot on unsteady heels towards an SUV. I had no choice but to move in that direction, feeling dizzy as the world whooshed by.
My handbag slipped off my shoulder and landed on the ground as that someone then shoved me against the front of the vehicle, pushing me forward until my cheek pressed against the hard metal of the car bonnet. I tried to push myself up, but my hands were suddenly drawn behind my back and I was held down, incapacitated—and vaguely aware that the handsome stranger was watching.
My cheeks ablaze, I cringed at the thought that Nick was seeing this, too.
I lifted my head a little and saw Morgan climb out of the limo. She whipped out her iPhone and pointed it in my direction.
The flash was blinding.
“Wait right there!” I called after my brother as he climbed into the back of a limo.
God, it’s cold.
I could see my breath forming white puffs in the air. January in England was never kind. I rubbed my arms in a failed attempt to warm up. Nick was bailing on his own party. The bastard didn’t even have the courtesy to wait for me. Considering I’d flown in from Brazil, this was not cool.
But before I headed over to Nick’s car, I first needed to deal with the woman who’d slammed into me. My driver, Carl, had the situation under control as I approached. He was currently holding the girl with her face pressed against the hood of the SUV.
“Você está bem?”Wait, I’m in London.“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m having a blast!” she snapped.
“Do I know you?” I tilted my head and saw expressive blue eyes peeking out between locks of long brown hair. Even with a scowl, she certainly didn’t look like a threat.
“I was trying to get to my boyfriend,” she said.
“Nick?” I stood up straight and shot a glare through the dark tinted windows. My brother was in the back of that car with a blonde, no less.
“He’syourboyfriend?”
