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Vanessa said was lost to Melanie as three of the most gorgeous men in the universe stalked into the bar, overwhelming the space with their presence. But it was the one in the middle, the golden one, that had Melanie rethinking her vow to keep her one night stands limited to gargoyles. He looked like an angel, with a face that was carved by a master and framed by a halo of dark gold hair. With harsh cheek bones that begged to be caressed and a straight nose that flared slightly as he looked at her, he reminded Melanie of a powerful lion. Slashes of dark gold formed his eye brows and his lips were full and luxurious, succulent lips that were eminently masculine and kissable. She wanted to feel them on her body….
    He had a body that was absolute perfection: sleek, carved muscles that stretched around his bones, broad shoulders that were made for holding onto, a narrow waist for wrapping legs around.  She drank him in, absorbing the raw masculinity that oozed from his every pore.
    Even though he dominated the room with his mere presence, he seemed strangely out of place, not quite a part of the world he commanded. His burnished gold hair was pulled back, giving his untamed nature the illusion of civility. Clothes that were tailor made for his hard body seemed wrong; he should be naked, always naked. There was something so familiar about him even though Melanie knew she had never met him before in her life; she would have remembered meeting someone like him. It was almost as if he had always existed and she was created for him.
    But that was ridiculous. If she were thinking straight, she would have realized sooner that he reminded her of the gargoyle she had fallen in love with the night before. And that was even more ridiculous because he was a man, the same as any other.
    She looked at his muscular body, his magnificent face and blushed slightly and admitted that perhaps he wasn't like any other man. He was hot, sweaty nights and long, sweltering days all wrapped up in one luscious package. He could make a woman purr with a single word, he could make her melt with a single look.
    He sat down at a table only a few feet away, his eyes slowly moving across her face, looking at her as if he was starving and she was the feast. Her body reacted accordingly, preparing to be feasted upon.
    “Lenni,” Vanessa’s loud whisper poked at the edge of her thoughts. She knew she was staring but she was unable to help herself for he was divine. But it was more than his looks since his companions were just as handsome. Her gaze briefly touched on the two men sitting with him, taking in the dark expression of the black-haired man, the amused expression of the auburn haired man, before dismissing them. Her eyes returned to the golden man and while she tried not to stare, she couldn’t tear her gaze away.
    She had never had such an explosive reaction to anyone before. Her body felt vibrantly alive and her skin was stretched too tight over her bones, her pulse was racing and her brain was re-wiring itself as she continued to stare. His gaze slammed into hers and the world around her disappeared. She lost herself in a sea of gold as she lost her heart to a stranger.
    Of course, it wasn’t really her heart. A person didn’t fall in love at first sight – that was just a myth. Lust, but not love, and Melanie definitely lusted, she lusted painfully hard. If she didn’t get a drink, she was going to spontaneously combust right in the middle of the bar and they would be scooping pieces of her off the ceiling for days. It would ruin her perfectly lovely outfit.
    Grabbing Frankie’s wrist, she stood up, “Yeah, I think we should go dance. I love this song.”
    When her friend didn’t budge, Melanie turned her head and looked at her. Frankie was looking back as if she had grown a third eye, right in the middle of her forehead. “Lenni, you hate this song. I think you called it the worst piece of crap ever to be forced upon the unsuspecting