SELENA HAD TO
fight the urge to clamp her legs together when the stranger spoke. Arousal
curled around her nerves and made her hot and wet without knowing the reason why.
The only one who’d ever drawn such a visceral reaction from her gut was
Malachi. Had her little adventure at Triptych unlocked some weird sixth sense
she’d been unaware of until that moment?
Ms. Warren was
trying to introduce them. “Mr. Yen is the coguardian of one of the students in
this class. Ms. Aasen is going to be teaching dance for us while she continues
her own training.”
This guy’s
presence was reducing Selena’s intellect to that of an idiot’s. The
headmistress would definitely rethink her decision to add Selena to the staff
if she could barely babble a greeting. Scraping together what was left of her
composure, Selena sucked in a deep breath and gave Mr. Yen her brightest smile.
“It’s very nice to meet you.”
Malachi was
handsome the way she’d always thought a Greek god would be. Mr. Yen was another
kind altogether. He exuded dangerous like his own personal brand of pheromone.
She’d never been attracted to an Asian guy in her life, but she’d never met
anyone like him. He was only an inch or two taller than she was. His faded jeans
and blue T-shirt hugged his spare frame, and his bare forearms were ripped with
the kind of muscle that came from hours spent on physical pursuits.
She tried to
swallow, but her mouth had gone bone-dry. She lifted her gaze to his face and
was trapped by the beauty of his impossibly black eyes. Thick, silky hair hung
in his face, and she had to forcibly restrain herself from reaching out to push
it back. Remnants of the night Jackson had threatened her drifted through her
mind. She’d had only the barest impression of dark hair and unfathomable black
eyes.
No way. It’s not possible.
Still, Mr. Yen
had a powerful aura. What would it be like to have the right to touch this man?
To stroke his golden skin and run her fingers through the fall of hair before
pressing her mouth against his full lips?
He took her
hand and gently rubbed her palm. “A pleasure to meet you, Selena.”
Her knees
sagged, and she struggled to remain upright. His satin baritone was the perfect
counterpoint to the memory of Malachi’s bass tones that still whispered in her
mind. A strange instinct made her want to kneel before this man. Doing so
would’ve been as natural as the hedonistic experience she’d had with Malachi
and the flogger.
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