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breaking sweat. Hmm, where had that come from?
    If he’d suggested playing naked Twister she would’ve agreed. Now there was a thought…
    She wouldn’t mind telling him to take off his shirt either. As soon as he threw a five or a six it was coming off.
    “Forfeit was never part of the deal,” she protested, not wanting to seem too eager, too easy … 
    It’s a bit late for that.
    “My chalet, my rules.” He grinned and raised an eyebrow, sipping at his Kir Royale but never taking his eyes off of her.
    “But you’re wearing a lot more items of clothing than me.”
    His eyes skimmed appreciatively over the lines of her silk dress, lightly hugging her curves. Heat burned her cheeks.
    Damn, he was doing it again, making her blush. Heat spread through her body, desire flaring into life as its flames licked at her, teasing her…
    He pulled his v-neck jumper over his head and threw it to the floor. “There you go.”
    The neckline at the top of his T-shirt revealed tanned flesh and a small amount of chest hair. She really hoped he’d throw a five or a six. She wanted to see what lay beneath that shirt, to lay a hand on his chest and trail it down his body…
    It felt like a need rather than a want.
    “Ladies first,” he grinned, his firm thigh resting, seemingly casually, against her leg where she sat on the sofa. Had he moved or had she? Perhaps this magnetic pull affecting her really was strong enough to move mountains. Or bodies come to that. She was intensely aware of the warmth of his flesh at point of contact. All her attention focused on the point where their bodies met, it was hard to think of anything else.
    He handed her one of the dice.
    She threw it onto the coffee table, only breaking off eye contact with Zac to see what she’d thrown.
    A six. Great. Maybe she could take off her necklace or a shoe?
    “I say you forfeit your knickers.” Zac’s eyes gleamed and Flora’s stomach preformed an undignified back flip. Her fingers trembled as she threaded them together in her lap.
    “Shouldn’t they be last to you know…come off,” she asked.
    “You don’t get to choose,” he replied.
    A thrill ran through her body at his words but still she didn’t want him to know how much he was turning her on.
    Hold back Flora. You have to hold back.
    “Do you need a hand?” He added, mouth twisting with amusement.
    The sod. He’s enjoying my discomfort.
    “No,” she replied, wanting to be the girl who could take this in her stride. She’d come here for sex after all. This was no big deal. She didn’t have to act coyly to hold back from Zac, there were many more ways to withhold herself emotionally and taking control was one of them.
    Yet no one had passed on the boldness memo to her body. Her hands continued to tremble as they inched the hem of her dress up her body. She watched his eyes darken as they took in her hold ups and the bare flash of flesh at the top of her thighs. Hearing Zac’s sudden intake of breath she parted her legs to give him a better view. She felt powerful.
    She felt sexy and could barely breathe as she edged her knickers down and threw them to the floor, pulling the hem of her dress quickly back down as she did, only giving him the briefest of flashes.
    “Your turn,” she said, thrusting the dice at him to move the attention away from her.
    He tore his eyes away from where her knickers lay on the floor and threw a two. Truth.
    “How many women have you slept with, Zac?” she asked.
    “I’ve lost count.” His eyes danced, amused.
    She gulped. They lived in different worlds, that was clear. But did it have to matter? She’d only been with the one man because she’d met Tom when she was seventeen and a virgin. Casual sex on Zac’s scale was something she could only imagine. Would it feel different with him?
    “Does it bother you?” he asked her, reaching over to lightly stroke the fabric of her dress where it covered her thigh, his touch rucked the dress hem up her