enticed her. No, worse yet, they tempted her. Like a magic spell, his voice confused her brain, making her want the troublesome fun that she'd always avoided.
"I can make tonight the night of your life." He ran his fingers further up h er arm. "One night of pleasure—no strings attached, no phone numbers exchanged. It'll just be you and me."
She licked her lips. Just when she was about to open her mouth to respond, a bell clanged in her head. Trouble…fun…Wait, what? Snap out of it, girl! Even though she burned for the man before her, something was wrong. She would never be the woman who had one-night stands. She'd promised herself that. Even if this man was the most gorgeous person she'd ever laid eyes on, she couldn't do it. Besides, she should have been disgusted, not intrigued. This guy didn't even know her and yet he wanted to be intimate. What a pervert!
"What do you say, Nora?" Gideon traced her elbow, unaware that his spell was broken.
Anger burned through her. She ripped her arm out of his grip and flew to her feet.
"No," she said.
Gideon looked as if she'd slapped him.
"No? " He gaped.
"No." She didn't care if everybody in the room heard her. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You don't even know me."
Hushed silence overcame the bar. She seized her purse and turned to leave, but Gideon grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why?" She ripped her arm away a second time. "None of your business, that's why."
" This isn't happening." He shook his head in disbelief.
"What, you've never been turned down before?" She scowled at him.
At first Gideon appeared winded, but then he nodded. "Never."
"Well, there's a first for everything," she snapped.
Then with her head held high, she marched out of the bar.
Chapter Two
The next morning, Nora was still fuming. As she shampooed her hair, she cringed at the memory of last night. The nerve of Gideon, thinking he could coerce her into sleeping with him even though they'd just met! Plus, she couldn't stand the way he'd acted so disbelieving when she turned him down. Just because he was gorgeous didn't mean that she'd kiss the ground he walked on. Men like that were so irritating. To make matters worse, she hadn't even had the opportunity to eat her cake.
What a waste, she thought, stepping out of the shower.
As she wrapped a towel around her body, she heard Mr. Fleas barking maniacally. That's odd. Is somebody at the door ? After she pulled on her work uniform—a boring turquoise t-shirt and a beige pair of slacks—she left the bathroom and headed over to the door. Mr. Fleas stood at attention, prepared to attack. Like always, he was oblivious to the fact he weighed only three pounds.
At first she thought the dog was yapping at nothing , but then she noticed the deranged canine was standing on an envelope. Somebody must have stuck it under her door. She scooped up both Mr. Fleas and the envelope, frowning.
" That's weird," she said.
The dog started licking her face with enthusiasm.
Perturbed, she sat down on the sofa and placed Mr. Fleas beside her. As the dog scratched himself so hard he fell over, she tore open the envelope and pulled out a note.
Gideon is more dangerous than you think. Be wary of him.
Her heart leapt wildly. What on earth? She'd expected a card from a friend or a note from the landlord, not this. Her hands shook. Robert was the only one she could think of who would play a prank on her, but she didn't recall telling him Gideon's name. Unnerved, she rushed into her bedroom with the Chihuahua at her heels. She pulled her phone off of the charger and called her best friend. He answered on the fourth ring.
"I'm going to kill you for calling me this early ," Robert said.
"Did you stick a note under my door?" she asked, ignoring his bitterness.
"Note?" Robert grunted. "What the heck are you talking about?"
"I just got a note warning me about the guy I met at the bar last night," she said. "You must have stuck it