sudden and strong. Which was how he found himself heading back to the house in the middle of the day, with no real reason except to see her.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Damn, he was too late. Sheâd gone, just like sheâd come.
Then a sound came from the kitchen, a horrible sort of caterwauling, and he moved through the house with growing urgency. Someone was hurt. Someone was dying.
Bursting through the double doors from the living room, Tim took in the sight of Natalia, her back to him, wildly gyrating as if she had a bee in her pants.
âNatalia?â
She didnât answer, and thatâs when he saw the earphones on her head, attached to his portable CD player hooked on her belt.
And the noise? It was singing. Nataliaâs singing, and it was beyond horrible.
She had a large bowl tucked under one arm, the other hand whipping whatever was in it into a frenzy. Her entire body shook and shimmied while she sang at the top of her very untalented lungs.
Leaning against the wall, he shook his head as a big grin split his face. Oblivious to his presence, she continued singing in her godawful pitch, wailing with pure, passionate abandonment. She danced better than she sangâslightly. Her moves were decidedly late eighties, but the wriggle she had going was enough to make his eyes cross with lust. Definitely he liked the wriggle.
Then she slowed with the music as it came to a halt, and thrust a Saturday Night Fever finger into theair. She had one hip out, legs straight, passion on her face and he couldnât contain his laugh.
With a screech, she whirled around, whipping off the earphones. There was a rim of chocolate around her mouth and a spot over her left breast.
âYou just took five years off my life.â She put a hand on her chest. âMaybe ten.â
âDonât stop on my account.â He pushed away from the wall, still grinning. âCome on. Dance for me some more.â
âI wasnât dancing for you.â She took in his ear-to-ear grin and narrowed her eyes. âAnd you know what? I think any employee whose boss who sneaks up on her when sheâs making him a truce dessert deserves a raise.â
âDo you?â He tried to remain casual and cool, but her tongue darted out and licked the chocolate off her lips.
Oh, man, did his body leap to attention at that, and he stared at her, hoping sheâd do it again.
She said something to him, but he was a manâa very weak man at thatâand heâd lost his train of thought. And his ability to hear.
Looking amused now, she opened the top of the blender on the counter and poured in the contents from the bowl. âAre all men as easy as you?â
He followed her like a puppy, watching her every move. âWhat?â
She dipped a finger into the chocolate mix. Brought it to her mouth and slipped it between her lips. Closed her eyes. Moaned a little as she sucked off the chocolate.
He groaned out loud.
She opened her eyes. âSee? Easy.â
He cleared his throat. âYeah.â
She put the top on the blender and contemplated the buttons. âI wanted this to be a surprise.â
What she said slowly sank in. Was it a goodbye dessert? God. All the heat vanishedâwell, a good chunk of itâas the protective feelings heâd had for her from the very first moment reared up and bit him again. âAbout your leavingâ¦where will you go after the wedding?â
âWell, what do you know. Progress.â She was still studying the buttons on his machine. âYou admit you believe I was going to go to a wedding in New Mexico the day after tomorrow.â
Was going to go.
âWhich means,â she said, lifting her gaze and meeting his, âthat you must believe Iâm a princess. When did that happen?â
âUhâ¦â
Her gaze shuttered. Just like that. âOh, I see. You donât. Not really.â
âNataliaââ
âNo. No
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