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around on this fine looking man on the dancefloor. My guess was; the end result of makeup, music, dancing and a tumble to the floor would not have been kind to me. At the very least I’d have racoon eyes, but more than likely my messy bun, would look more like a bird’s nest had exploded on my head. 
    Self-consciously, I tried to smooth a hand over my hair, but only succeeded in snagging my fingers in the tangle, I had pinned on top of my head.
    “Let me.” That deep voice spoke quietly, making me jump, and my eyes shot to his, in time to see a hand coming out towards me. His fingers delved into my hair, and with surprising efficiency and gentleness, he removed the few clips holding it up. It tumbled down over my shoulders, and again his fingers disappeared into it, combing through it. When he was obviously satisfied, he removed his hand, and I let the breath, I hadn’t realised I was holding, out with a noisy whoosh.
    “Thank you.” I mumbled at him, suddenly unsure where to look, or what to do next. My indecision wasn’t improved by the distraction of my best friend, standing out of his sights, waving her arms and mouthing something at me. I had no idea what she was trying to say or do, but she looked like a dying fish out of water, mouth opening and closing while trying to direct an orchestra. That in itself was ridiculous of course, as fish couldn’t direct an orchestra.
    “Please, what is your name? You are a beautiful woman, and I would very much like to put a name, to your stunning face.” Again his voice drew my attention. Hearing his words, and seeing the intensity of the expression on his face, sent my heart off, on an erratic skip across my chest. It wasn’t just his voice though; it was that trace of an accent that did it for me.
    “Grace, my name is Grace.” I laughed, a little embarrassed. “It’s kind of ironic really, that my parents chose to call me Grace. As you have probably already guessed, I am far from graceful.”
    He lifted a hand to me again, and trailed his fingers down my cheek. At his touch, I felt the skin burn, as if on fire, from the contact with my cheek. I swallowed, and fought not to show, the affect he was having on me. This was crazy. I didn’t know him. I didn’t even know his name, and yet he was having a profound effect on me.
    “What is your surname Grace? Please, do not be shy with me. I would like to get to know you better.”
    I stared up at him, trapped by those chocolate eyes of his, and broke one of my hard and fast rules, by whispering to him. “Cameron.”
    As soon as the word left my lips I gasped. What the hell was I doing? I never gave a man my surname. I didn’t want to risk having some jerk hassling me, and who could track me down through my name. So this gorgeous, god like creature standing before me, staring down like I was his new favourite toy, was not a jerk. Well, he didn’t look like one at least, but still, I’d broken one of my own rules, by giving him my full name.
    Hopefully he wouldn’t smile at me, or I’d be giving him my address, phone number and bank account details next.
    “It is a great honour to meet you Grace Cameron.” His eyes were warm, a light blazing in them, that caused my stomach to flutter in response.
    I almost sagged, when his gaze left mine, and shifted to Mel. Obviously she too felt the impact of his intense gaze, because she looked like she was going to pass out on the spot. She began to glow. If it was possible for a human being to start glowing, Mel had discovered how.
    Watching colour flood her cheeks, I couldn’t help it; I rolled my eyes at her reaction. I knew it was hypercritical of me to react like that, after literally ending up on the floor with this man, but given our resolve earlier to not let a man affect us, or sway us, neither of us, were doing too well at it so far.
    “And who might you be?” He asked her, and I thought Mel was going to end up on the floor, at his feet. What was it with the way