Bitter and Sweet

~Excerpt~

Someone jarred his back hard enough to send the drink flowing over his fingers where it disappeared into his immaculate white shirt. Josh swung around to face two soft breasts that had been momentarily pressed against him.

They belonged to a woman with an exotic, but softly beautiful face. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a sleek chignon, and her lips were full and moist. She had flawless pale skin. It would feel like velvet, he thought. Coffee-colored eyes sparkled up at him.

He couldn't look away and dismiss her as he'd already dismissed countless come-ons from women since the party started. Totally appealing and somehow familiar, she was delicious.

"You spilled your drink," she said, her voice low and cultured. "I'm so sorry."

Josh nodded.

She made no move to leave. "I'm Claire Gibson." The woman sipped her champagne. She glanced around the room then focused on him. "Are you planning to stay here much longer, Mr. Hunter?"

So, she knows me, he thought. Josh searched his memory for a moment, but couldn't place her. He decided to join in the game. She excited him. With an amused twist of his lips, he said, "Not if I can find something more interesting to do."

A shell-pink tongue darted out and moistened her lips. It wasn't a nervous gesture, but rather a slow, provocative, studied one. She was hot. Extremely hot. Her scent intoxicated. He moved imperceptibly closer.

Her lush figure was voluptuously feminine, not like the tightly coiled, fashionably thin and athletic women he was used to. He was definitely interested.

Josh waited for her to make the next move, and she didn't fail him.

"I know of some much more interesting amusements," she said.

Josh raised an eyebrow.