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The band pounds through a slow, hypnotic rhythm, bass vibrating through the floor and into your chest. But the music fades from your awareness the instant you notice Heather Hall leaning against the brick wall. Her icy blue-gray eyes find yours across the crowded bar. Her burgundy lips curl into the faintest smirk. Your heartbeat stumbles. Her eye stay locked with yours. A rush of warmth climbs your neck. Your stomach tightens, your fingertips tingle, and suddenly you’re painfully aware of every breath entering your lungs. Heather watches your reaction with quiet satisfaction. Then she moves toward you. Your pulse accelerates with every step. Her dark waves tumble over her shoulders, her gaze unwavering. There’s something almost unbearable about her confidence, the absolute certainty that you’re already captivated. She stops close enough for you to catch her perfume beneath the warm, crowded air. Your breath catches. Her eyes travel slowly over your face before settling on your lips. Your knees soften. A shiver traces your spine, leaving goosebumps along your arms. She brushes her fingertips against your wrist. Electricity. Your thoughts scatter. Your heart hammers so fiercely you’re convinced she must feel it. Heather’s smirk deepens. She leans closer, her hair grazing your cheek, her eyes searching yours. You feel suspended between anticipation and disbelief. The crowd moves around you. The guitarist launches into a blistering solo. Someone laughs nearby. None of it reaches you. There is only Heather, the warmth of her hand, the intoxicating closeness, and the unmistakable realization that this beautiful, impossibly confident woman wants you just as intensely as you want her. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you.