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not feel anything…
if
you
can, I’ll let you have the Swithland site for your concert,” he
promised, his voice pure temptation. “Hell, I’ll even pledge my
time to help you organise it!”
    Zette stood
motionless, biting back the retort that sprang to her tongue.
Pledges didn’t usually depend on getting something in return. She
kept silent, turning the offer over in her mind, examining it from
all angles and looking for the trap. There had to be one, this was
JJ after all, and there was no way he would cave this early. He was
up to something, something she couldn’t see yet.
    She nibbled her
lower lip. It was tempting, so very tempting. Could she do it?
Could she kiss him and not give herself away? If she could, and got
him onside with the concert then…much as she hated to admit it,
then
Midsummer
Night
Dreams
had a much
better chance of success.
    Finally she
nodded, ignoring the small niggle of alarm in the back of her mind.
She ignored it, locking it away. She could do this. It was just a
kiss, surely she could keep a grip on herself for one kiss? Think
of something harmless, kittens or cute puppies or something. A
quick lip-lock and she’d have her venue and backup to boot! It was
too good a chance to pass up…
    Decision made,
she turned with a casual shrug and a smile. “Put like that, sure.
It’ll be the easiest bet I’ve ever won,” she said carelessly, as
though she did this sort of thing every day of the week.
    She turned her
face up for the kiss, eyes half lidded as she waited for him to
make his move. Anticipation shivered through her as she thought of
his lips on hers again. No!
Think
of
the
puppies
…
shopping
for
shoes
…
expenses
forms
… But he didn’t
move, just looked down at her, his arms crossed over his broad
chest and his face implacable.
    She opened her
eyes, sighed and looked at him curiously. “Okay, what’s wrong? I
thought you wanted to kiss me?”
    He shook his
head, a glimmer of amusement and something else, something hotter
and darker, flickered in the depths. “No Zette. I want you to kiss
me
. Not the other way around,” he rumbled, his low voice
uncompromising.
    She gritted her
teeth, annoyed at him for the power games and herself for
responding to them. A thrill of awareness shot through her at his
attitude, irritating her even more. Surely she couldn’t be getting
turned on by his high-handed manner, by being bossed around? It was
demeaning!
    But he had the
balance just right. He wasn’t looming over her, not physically
intimidating her even though at over six foot to her mere five
three, he easily could have. No, he just stood there. His light
eyes watching her and waiting. Waiting for her to make the choice
and come to him.
    Just a kiss she
reminded herself, moving toward him. Drawn toward him as though
he’d cast a spell over her. Which in a way he had, but years ago
when she was eighteen, rather than today. Standing on her tip-toes
she reached up and just brushed her lips over his, the quickest
touch she could manage and have it still class as a kiss. Even that
was too much, a quickly-hidden shiver going through her at the
brief touch of those warm, firm lips against hers.
    She’d done
it!
    Triumph filled
her as she stepped back and looked up at him. She’d managed it.
Actually kissed him without making a fool of herself or something
else disastrous, like maybe the sky falling in.
    He was shaking
his head, his hands lifting to curl around her upper arms, burning
through the thin layers of her clothing to brand her skin, each
strong finger leaving its own tingling mark.
    “What? What was
wrong with that?” she protested, her voice rising in panic as he
pulled her slowly closer. “I kissed you, like you said. What more
do you want?”
    “Sweetheart,
that was not a kiss.
This
is a kiss.”
    His lips
descended to cover hers, scattering Zette’s instinctive argument
like the wind clearing autumn leaves. His lips moulded to hers,
tasting her with a