Captivate her: Laws of Seduction Book 1 by Ava Hayworth Page B

to the dance floor, the other dancers start to shimmer and the walls wobble back and forth. Davis is dancing with me again, and the feel of his hands on my skin makes me think of the night I spent with James. A floating sensation overcomes me. I imagine floating on the ocean with waves rocking me and the hot sun beating down against my skin.

CHAPTER 13
     
    I dimly become aware of a clanking noise. What is it? It reminds me of the sound of a boat hitting a dock. Where am I? I take inventory. I am in a bed, a soft bed. Naked, no wait – I’m wearing my thong. There is something odd about this bed, and then I realize that it is not mine. I sit up abruptly, looking around. I notice two things immediately. First, James is sitting in an armchair beside the bed. Second, the clanking noise is the sound of a spoon hitting the sides of the cup he is stirring.
    “I thought you might like some coffee,” he says in his rich baritone voice.
    There are a million questions racing through my head, but my lips can’t seem to formulate a single one. “Thank you,” I say and reach out for the cup, which is when I notice that the sheet that had been covering me has pooled around my waist. I make a grab for it and tuck it under my arms, although I actually feel like pulling it over my head in embarrassment. Since I am occupied with the sheet, James sets the coffee on the bedside table next to me before sitting back down in his chair.
    My mind finally settles on a question. “How did I get here?”
    James cocks his head to the side and looks at me. “You don’t remember?”
    I shake my head back and forth.
    James lets out a deep sigh. “Well, you gave me a call at about 2 a.m.”
    I swallow my chagrin. “I did?”
    “Yes, you did. I couldn’t understand anything you were saying, so I decided I had better go and make sure you were alright. You had told me you were going to Bleu Ciel, and I just hoped you were still there. Is any of this coming back to you?”
    I silently shake my head no again, and he gives another sigh. “It turns out you were fine, just   high on something.”
    “But I didn’t take anything,” I assert in a voice I recognize as too high pitched. I try to lower my tone. “I swear I didn’t take anything… I would never… Surely I would remember that.”
    “How much did you have to drink?”
    I think back. “Two… maybe three gin and tonics… oh, and a shot of tequila.”
    “That wouldn’t explain it.”
    “Wouldn’t explain what?” I am beginning to feel   frustrated with this conversation. “Why are you being so cryptic?”
    James runs a hand through his already tousled hair before spitting out, “When I got there you were dancing with some guy.”
    I interrupt him “Davis?”
    “Maybe. I didn’t catch his name, but you seemed to know him.”
    “Okay, probably Davis. Go on.”
    He gives me a scowl. “You two were pretty into it.” 
    I shrug. “I can’t confirm or deny, since I… don’t… remember.” I stress my last three words.
    James clears his throat. “You seemed pretty happy to see me and… attached yourself to me, for lack of a better way to put it. You were babbling nonsense that no one could understand. Although you somehow made it pretty clear that you wanted to go home with me.”
    “What?” I squeak in horror.
    “I assume that is rhetorical,” James says dryly.
    I sit there flabbergasted for a few minutes before attempting to question him further. “And Sam just let you take me with you?”
    “We all decided that it would be best, yes.”
    “I am going to have to have a few words with her.” I scowl at him in displeasure. “You could have done anything to me.” I realize too late what I have said and watch   his eyes narrow.
    “Are you suggesting that I would take advantage of a woman? A woman who is completely out of it, to the point she   doesn’t even remember anything the next morning?”
    “I guess now would not be a good time to ask why I am