and adrenaline flowing to the point my throat felt constricted.
Rafael...
After a few seconds, I hissed, jerking back and tossing the paper into the trash. First of all, I knew better than to think the guy was that gorgeous. No man was. Second, his blue eyes were a product of the printer used and nothing more. And most important, I wasn’t here to fall into some wicked tryst with a guy who might pretend to give a damn.
For a night or two.
“Nice try, Angelina.”
“He will be here for only two nights. Two sultry nights reeking of passion. Imagine the possibilities.”
Snorting, I walked away, grateful as well as shocked that a customer had walked in. Passion. The word was starting to irritate the hell out of me.
Tonight, I’d work on cleaning up the accounting package while drinking wine. Then I’d figure out some marketing material.
Why don’t you clean the flat for the fifth time while you’re at it?
I shook away the inner voice.
Forget the sexy godlike creature.
Forget the fantasy.
Forget the fact I was aroused at the possibilities.
But you love taking risks...
I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I’d taken far too many risks as it was. I refused to place myself in any kind of additional danger.
The sexy godlike creature could find another girl to play with.
Damn it.
Chapter Five
Savannah
Risks.
No risk, no reward.
The ridiculous mantra had nagged at me all afternoon.
“You are fucking out of your mind,” I told my reflection, pointing my finger and making a face as I stared down at the dress I’d grabbed from the closet after finally deciding to have a drink. I had no idea why I was bothering at this late hour other than I felt cooped up, the long days keeping me tense. I turned back and forth, brushing my hands down from my bodice to my hips. At least the material highlighted my curves.
Maybe too much.
I reached for my wine, able to hear music coming from another location, adding to the festiveness of the atmosphere. I walked toward the open doors, leaning against the doorframe. Coming here had been a godsend in several ways, freeing me from the daily reminders that had forbidden me to live my life. However, if I was to let go of the demons, I’d have to break free of the padlocked cage I’d placed around myself for protection. Walking a few blocks to a café where I’d been a solid eight times was an easy task.
Or so I hoped.
Shuddering, I took several sips of wine, loathing my uncertainty. I’d never been that way before about anything. I was a tough girl, but this trip was challenging in several ways. Perhaps my aunt knew I’d needed a change. I gulped the remainder of the wine before grabbing my keys.
A night out would clear my mind.
I heard a rumble of thunder as I reached for my purse, the burst of lightning crisscrossing the sky breathtaking in a disconcerting manner.
The wind was brisk, the smell of approaching rain invigorating as I walked. While I normally adored a thunderstorm, the thought of being caught in a soaking rain was not on my bucket list. The closer I came to the café, the more intoxicating the music, the sound of the acoustic guitar managing to create sweet vibrations dancing all the way to my pussy. As I walked past the windows, I found myself searching for the musician responsible for the beautiful, sultry strains, my eyes hungering to see his face. Sadly, the place was packed, forcing me to walk inside.
The atmosphere was entirely different than during lunch hours, the darkness comforting. There were candles lit on every table, the bar nestled against the back wall illuminated by shimmering blue LED lights. The location was far more appealing than I would have imagined. Even the sound system was top quality.
I pushed my way through the groups of people, surprised to find a spot at the bar only twenty feet from the makeshift stage. As I sat down, my eyes were drawn to the musician. From what I could tell, the photocopied sheet of paper hadn’t told a lie.
The man was gorgeous, the simple cotton shirt and jeans unable to hide his stunning physique, chest muscles outlined as if carved into the thin material. The scar on his face was real, although even in the shimmering blue light on the stage, the jagged cut seemed sexy as hell. My gaze fell to the bulge between his legs as well as the tight muscles of his