I,Spy?

Author:I, Spy [I, Spy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-05-13T23:59:03+00:00

Chapter Eleven

There should be a moment in every woman’s life when she walks into a fabulous setting, looking like a movie star, people turning and staring at her as she glides past them to the man she’s interested in, and has the fantastic experience of having his eyes glued to her.

“Jesus,” Luke said, looking me over.

“Jesus never looked this good,” I said, so pleased with myself it was all I could do to keep from skipping.

“You look… wow.”

I grinned. “Wow” was pretty good.

“Where’d you get the dress?”

“I broke into Donna Karan and half-inched it.”

Luke looked like he believed me.

“I borrowed it.” I nudged him.

“And the ice?” He reached out to touch the diamonds.

“Real. Also borrowed.”

“You have some generous friends.”

He was still staring at me and I raised a proud eyebrow.

“Had your eyeful?”

“No.” He shook his head. “You scrub up well.”

“Thanks.” Then, feeling something else was needed, “You too.”

“Are you wearing the wire?”

“Subtle, Luke, really subtle. Yes, I am. Give me a sec, I’ll go and switch it on.”

I made my way to the ladies, which was as terrifying and grand as the rest of the ballroom, and shut myself in the cubicle to switch the wire on.

“Can you hear me?” I whispered to Alexa.

“Loud and clear. Good luck!”

I had a feeling I was going to need it. Luke was looking at me like I was dessert.

He was waiting for me when we came out. “Have you seen Wright yet?”

It was weird, I could hear him right down in my ear as well as in regular surround. I checked the grommet. “I’ve only just got here!”

“You should be looking out.” He put a hand to the small of my back to lead me into the ballroom. His hand was warm and my skin was bare. I had to concentrate on breathing.

This is business, this is business, this is business.

This is acting.

“You can dance, right?” he said.

“Well, sort of.”

“Can you manage a waltz?”

I nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak too much. It wasn’t just the wire. Luke looked really good in evening dress. His hair was a good deal lighter than the brown I was used to—in fact it was almost blond. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied with myself when I walked in I might have noticed that. His eyes were their natural blue… I think.

“What?” Luke said when I peered at him.

“Are you wearing contacts?”

“No. This is me.”

Jesus. He was tall, blond, blue-eyed and built.

This is business, this is business, this is business.

God, he’s hot.

“We’ll do a quick circuit,” Luke said. “Keep your eyes open.”

I did, but I’m afraid I wasn’t looking at what I was supposed to be looking at. Luke’s eyes were all over the room, constantly searching for Wright, but my eyes were on him. It felt so wonderful to be dancing in his arms.

I wanted to touch his cheekbones. I wanted to stroke them. Was that weird?

“Okay, I see him,” Luke said. “One o’clock.”

Which wasn’t very helpful as we kept waltzing round in circles.

“Where?”

I wanted to lick his cheekbones.

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