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.
âItâs the champagne.â
âWell, if you keep drinking it like thatâ¦â
âI might get myself into trouble.â She pulled a serious face, her cheeks flushed with the alcohol.
Sheâd looked like this the night heâd danced with her at Weeping Reef. Chantal had always been the serious typeâstudious and sensible until sheâd had a drink or two. Then the hardness seemed to melt away, she loosened up, and the playful side came out. If sheâd been tempting before, she was damn near impossible to resist now.
âYou always seem to treat trouble like itâs a bad idea.â Brodie divested her of her champagne flute before tugging her to him.
âIsnât that the definition of trouble?â Her hands hovered at his chest, barely touching him.
He shouldnât 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 couldnât stop himself.
âBad ideas are the most fun.â
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STEFANIE LONDON lives in Melbourne with her very own hero and enough books to sink a ship. She frequently indulges in her passions for good coffee, French perfume, high heels and zombie movies. During the day she uses lots of words like synergy and strategy. At night she writes sexy contemporary romance stories and tries not to spend too much time shopping online and watching baby animal videos on YouTube.
To my wonderful husband for supporting me from the very first time I wrote âChapter Oneâ. Thank you for always understanding my need to write, for keeping me sane through the ups and downs, and for holding my hand when I took the biggest leap of my life.
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The dance floor at the Weeping Reef resort bar was the perfect way to shake off the work day, and for Chantal Turner it was the perfect place to practise her moves. She swung her hips to the pulsating beat of the music, her hands raking through her hair and pushing damp strands from her forehead. A drop of perspiration ran in a rivulet down her back but she wouldnât stop. At midnight, the night was still in its infancy, and she would dance until her feet gave out.
She was enjoying a brief interlude away from her life plan in order to soak up the rays while earning a little money in the glorious Whitsundays. But the second she was done sheâd be back on the mainland, working her butt off to secure a place at a contemporary dance company. She smiled to herself. The life in front of her was bright and brimming with opportunity.
Tonight the majority of her crew hadnât come out. Since Chantalâs boyfriend wasnât much of a dancer he stood at the bar, sipping a drink and chatting to another resort employee. No matterâthe musicâs beat flowing through her body was the only companion she needed. Her black dress clung to damp skin. The holiday crowd had peaked for the season, which meant the dance floor was even more densely packed than usual.
âPretty girls shouldnât have to dance on their own.â
A low, masculine voice rumbled close to her ear and the scent of ocean spray and coconut surfboard wax hit her nostrils, sending a shot of heat down to her belly.
She would know that smell anywhere. A hand rested lightly on her hip, but she didnât cease the gentle rolling of her pelvis until the beat slowed down.
âDonât waste your pick-up lines on me, Brodie.â She turned and stepped out of his grip. âThere are plenty of other ladies in holiday mode who would appreciate your cheesy come-ons.â
âCheesy?â He pressed a hand against his well-muscled chest. âYouâre a harsh woman, Chantal.â