Page 20 of To Tango, with Desire

“Then ever better. A topic of conversation.”

I thumbed the material. It would need a light steam to take out the creases.

“Listen, I know you don’t want to do this, but if you want them to stop arranging your love life for you, then you need to start doing it yourself. Go, have fun. Who knows, you might even meet a hottie there you can tap for booty calls.”

“Sahar!”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you get up to.”

“My private life is private.”

“Not in this family, it ain’t.”

I straightened my spine. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Sahar cheered, then lowered her voice. “Shit, I hope I didn’t wake Leo. It took me ages to get him to sleep.”

“Poor bub.”

“It’s his teeth. Another one is coming in,” Sahar whispered. “Oi, I think your diamond drop earrings would go really well with that dress.”

“You always had good taste. I’m surprised you didn’t get into fashion.”

“Finance was more lucrative.”

I examined a few errant split ends. “Wish you were here to do my hair.”

“Flick it up, nothing too fancy. You got this.”

“Love you, even if I don’t like you right now.”

“Back at ya, grumpy pants.”

I rolled my eyes and ended the call.

Despite my initial reluctance, I felt a quiver of anticipation. Perhaps Sahar was right. Maybe I would find a hottie who could sate that hunger I’d been feeling as of late.

Maybe this faceless stranger could take my mind off a certain billionaire. Or his ‘dangerous,’ sexy friend. I’d stayed away from dancing the past few weeks in response to my parents’ shit fit.

But I was restless. Needing a release.

And what better way to get over one man than to get under another?

I wouldn’t think about Zane or that hot as fuck kiss we’d shared.

He was in my past. And hopefully after tonight, that was exactly where he’d remain.

SIX

ZANE

Iknew the moment she walked in the room. I felt the ripple in the air, the telltale clenching in my gut before I spotted her. Men and women turned, struck not only by the elegant red dress she was wearing, but by her arresting beauty.

Satan himself wouldn’t have been able to resist.

Amira was a knockout.

I sipped my scotch, slowly taking in my fill. Her hair was bundled up, the rich and glossy auburn waves caught in some kind of elegant knot. I recalled the feeling of those soft tendrils wrapped around my hand as I’d fucked her.