She was dancing with Atu Quayson.
His invitation hadn’t exactly been the fervid invitation she’d dreamed about, but who cared?
She hoped he hadn’t seen her hand trembling when she slid it into his. How she’d inhaled sharply when his fingers closed firmly over hers.
She would’ve dreamily thought he didn’t want to let go of her if he hadn’t done so immediately after helping her up, his face set in harsh lines, another one of those formidable frowns etched between his eyebrows.
She’d wanted to ask why he was bothering to be sociable since he didn’t feel even an iota that way inclined. But she kept her mouth shut, the very idea that she was about to dance with Atu Quayson striking her speechless.
Her sister’s eyebrows shot up when she spotted them, then her face settled into a smug smile. Go, girl, she mouthed over Fiifi’s shoulder.
If there was one thing Amelie was confident about, it was that she was a good dancer. And the music was infectious enough to lower the high fence of her inhibitions.
So she threw herself into him, pumping her arms and twirling her hips until a light sheen of sweat covered her skin.
She told herself she didn’t care that Atu moved with sublime animal grace but minimal intent. That he’d probably just asked her to dance to be polite. But his gaze seemed riveted on her, almost zealously following her across the dance floor.
She wanted him to kiss her.
Oh, who was she kidding?
She wanted him to do much more than just kiss her.
He’d asked her why she’d come here tonight since her sister ignored her when she was with Fiifi. The answer she’d given had been true enough.
But she’d all but skipped to her room to get dressed when Esi had told her who they were meeting.
With the situation between their families, there’d been few pertinent reasons for her to be around the Quaysons. Her sister was different, of course.
She’d proclaimed herself in love with Fiifi Quayson and practically dared their parents to stand in the way of that love. They hadn’t.
A feat that still awed Amelie if she were honest.
Enough for her to overcome her shyness and tag along tonight, hoping her sister’s boldness would rub off on her. She’d almost retreated into herself when Atu had directed those fierce brown eyes at her.
But life was too short to be coy about what you want.
Wasn’t that what her sister had laughingly shouted at her as she thrust the far-too-short purple dress Amelie wore tonight into her hands? Wasn’t that why she’d worn make-up she normally wouldn’t? Her lips a slash of bold scarlet that had somehow opened a vein of confidence she didn’t know she possessed.
She chanced another glance at him.
The frown between his eyes said he was fighting demons of his own. Were all the Quayson brothers like this? Intense to the point of ferociousness?
Her gaze flicked towards her sister and Fiifi, the inkling that something was going on with them weaving over her senses, momentarily overcoming the sensual fever fizzing in her blood.
Shaking the sensation away but making a note to talk to her sister later, she spun away from Atu, waving at an acquaintance who danced by.
The warm breath of the man she’d secretly crushed on since she was in her early teens washed over her neck. It took every scrap of willpower she possessed not to spin around and absorb his very essence.
To keep moving. To play it cool. Because her instincts warned that easy conquests bored the second Quayson son.
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