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Checkmate
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Author: Diana Nixon
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about,” my father said, making our guest’s attention focus on me. “The sunshine of my life, my daughter Scarlett.”
     
    Someone, kill me now , I thought to myself, staring into the familiar bright-blue eyes. In the daylight, they looked even more mesmerizing. Damn it…
    I wasn’ t the only person stunned by this unexpected second meeting. Mr. Altier seemed completely shocked as well for what felt like an eternity, then his usual leisure smile returned, and he took my hand in his, placing a soft kiss on the back of my palm.
    “ Enchanté, Miss Wilson.” His eyes met mine, and I thought I would never be able to speak again, when he said, “Have we met before? Your… face looks so familiar.”
    No shit, Sherlock ?
    “I don’t think so,” I said, pulling my hand out of his. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Altier .”
    “Please, call me Dominick. First na mes are much easier to remember,” he said with that damn grin that I badly wanted to slap off his smug face. “Especially when you finally know the first name.” He had lowered his voice so I was the only person to hear him. To my huge disappointment, my father was busy talking to someone else, and I had no choice but to keep talking to the devil.
    “We are so happy to have you here again, Sir,” one of my department managers said, coming to us. “We will do our best to make your stay here unforgettable.”
    “No doubt. ” Dominick smirked, looking at me again. “Aren’t you glad to know that we will finally get a chance to… work together, Scarlett?”
    I gave him one of the most evil looks I was capable of, smiled sweetly and said, “Of course I am. Too bad I wasn’t here last time you came. We would have known each other so much better by now.”
    His devilish smile widened. “I love forming new connections.” In a whisper he added, “Besides, last time I came, you were the only person to witness it.”
    What a jerk …
    I returned his smile, saying, “Hope this time , you will be able to keep your pants on.”
    “And I actually hope I won’t.” H is eyes slid to my handkerchief and he whispered, “Sorry about making you hide your beautiful neck today. I kind of miss the view of it.” Then he traced his fingertips across my jaw and touched the silky piece, leaning closer. “You were so demanding last night, I couldn’t help but respond with the same passion.”
    Thank God, no one could hear our conversation, because I was sure I had never been so mortified in my life. I swallowed hard, feeling the predatory rush of excitement running through me, and said, looking right into Dominick’s eyes, “Keep your hands off me.”
    “Or what?”
    “Or I will make sure you are out of this company by tomorrow morning.”
    “By that time, Sunshine , I intend to get what I missed this morning.”
    “And what was that?” I crossed my arms so that I wouldn’t reach out and smack him in the face. I bet he knew how badly I wanted to.
    “A good-morning kiss,” he said, looking at my lips. “A deep, sensuous and mind-blowing kiss.”
    “In your dreams,” I hissed through my clenched teeth.
    “In my dreams , we are doing so much more than that, ma Belle de nuit. ”
    “Stop calling me that. I’m not yours and I’m not-”
    “Last night you looked exactly like a desert four-o’clock,” he interrupted me, removing my hair. “Wearing that purple dress and those killer emerald shoes, that I will never forget scratching my hips.”
    “Screw you, Mr. Altier . I’m here to work, and I won’t let you or anyone else ruin my career. Am I making myself clear?”
    “You definitely have a huge problem with making yourself clear, Scarlett. If memory serves, first you said you didn’t want to sleep with me and a few minutes later , you wanted me to come with you, right in the middle of the club.”
    If only looks could actually kill, he would have been dead in no time, because at that very moment, I was ready to give up everything, including my damn
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