Captivated By You (Twisted Love #1) Read Online Free

the menu gave every indication as to how expensive and well established this place was.
    The waitress came back, and I ordered my favorite spaghetti bolognese dish, accompanied with a glass of pinot noir. Just when the meal was put in front of me and I was about to indulge, I sensed someone staring at me. I looked up and a man with blond hair and a bent nose smiled back at me.
    “May I sit?”
    I was about to say, No, I want to be alone , when he took my silence as an invitation. Maybe I should have taken my tablet with me as a distraction, making me less approachable. I really didn’t want any company tonight.
    “Here on holiday?” he asked in his Australian twang.
    “On a business trip,” I replied coldly.
    “How crazy. You have a kiwi accent. Are you from New Zealand?”
    “Yes, I am.” Again, I gave him the cold vibe, but he clearly wasn’t registering the warning.
    “So you’ve been to Larnach Castle, then.”
    Of course I’ve been to Larnach Castle, I wanted to yell at him. Larnach Castle was the only standing castle in the whole of New Zealand.
    “How about Queenstown? Have you bungee jumped? The last time I went there with my ex-girlfriend, she screamed all the way down. It was hilarious.”
    “I don’t find that funny at all.” I put down my fork, my innate sense of justice kicking in. “How can you laugh at someone who’s scared? What if I dump you in a pool full of crocodiles? See if you’re scared and piss your pants?”
    The man held a blank look, unsure of what to make of my comment. Then he burst out laughing, a full belly laugh that showed off his chubby tummy.
    By this stage, I was already fed up with him, and a conversation from three years ago flitted back through my mind. “A beautiful and delicate girl like you should always have someone to protect her.”
    Mr. Baritone-voice. I wondered where he went to after that night.
    “I’ve already organized everything. All you have to do is put forward the presentation.”
    I froze. My heart increased in beat. Every fiber within my body sizzled alive.
    That voice coming from behind me, it sounded so deep, such a rich baritone, reminding me of Mr. Baritone-voice.
    He was talking on the phone, I suspected. I couldn’t quite hear properly since Mr. Potbelly yapped nonstop.
    “Hush!”
    That got Mr. Belly-roll to shut up for a minute while I listened that baritone voice continue to speak.
    “Father has set the meeting. It will be held at ten in the morning. Can you wake up in time?”
    Why was that voice tormenting me? I must have been deeply affected, for I could never forget that voice.
    “Okay. That’s all. I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care.”
    Take care. That was Mr. Baritone-voice.
    I swirled around in my seat, quick enough to only catch a glimpse of inky black hair just as the man took off. I hurried out of my chair, ignoring Mr. Jelly Belly, who moaned like a child when I made a dash to follow Mr. Baritone-voice.
    I need to see his face to confirm my suspicion. Please tell me this isn’t my imagination . I swore if it were him, I’d make sure to get his name and phone number this time.
    I caught sight of the man with black hair again as he walked into the main hallway. But there were so many people going in every direction that I couldn’t get close to him. Suddenly, he was swallowed up by the crowd. I gritted my teeth and weaved through. But he was already gone. When I thought I’d lost him again, he reappeared before my eyes, stepping onto the elevator.
    “Hey!” I rushed up to the lift, waving my hand about, hoping he would see me.
    But he didn’t. And that damn elevator closed its doors right in my face.
    After standing there staring at the stainless steel for what seemed like ages, I blinked and laughed at myself.
    Oh God, I must be crazy. After three years, I was still affected by that scorching touch on my ankle, those stormy eyes, those kissable lips, and that rich voice. I was acting like a stalker searching for my