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CHAPTER ONE
EVE saw him across the other side of the roo a film, where fantasy took over and made real life fade away and it had never happened to her before
That click That buzz That glance across the roolorious disbelief as you met the eyes of a man and someho that he was ‘the one’ But of course it was fantasy, it must be—for how on earth could you see soer was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?
Except that this htime
She quickly glanced down at her drink and pretended to exa another look, only this tih her heart lurched with disappointment that he obviously didn’t share her fascination, at least it gave her the chance to study him without embarrassment
She was almost certain he was Luca, but he was certainly Italian; he couldn’t have been anything else Jet-dark hair framed the head he held so proudly and she drank in his perfect features as if trying to ent black eyes, the Roman nose and an autocratic mouth which was both luscious and cruel
He was striking and innately sexy, with a careless confidence which drew the eye and made it stay In a room full of rich, successful olden-olive skin gleaht muscle He looked like the kind of ant aristocrat froe, yet a man as essentially modern
Eve was used to assessing people quickly, but her eyes could have lingered on hiant assurance—a creamy shirt which hinted at a sinewed body beneath and dark, tapered trousers e and hard and muscular He was very still, but that did notvibrancy, which nificance
He had slanted his head to one side, listening to a tiny blonde creature in a sparkling dress as chatting to hiested that Eve wasn’t alone in feeling a gut-wrenching awareness that she was in the presence of someone out of the ordinary But why should that surprise her? A woman would have to be e of un sensuality
‘Eve?’
Her reverie punctured, Eve turned her head to see her host standing beside her, holding a bottle of chalass ‘Can I tempt you with another drink?’
She hadn’t been planning to stay long and she had intended her first drink to be her last, but she nodded gratefully, welco the diversion ‘Thanks, Michael’