Chapter 7

Her long throat moved in a convulsive little swallow. Dry-mouthed from the heel coursing through her? The low V-neckline of her dress pointed into the valley between her breasts, shadowed by the soft swell of lush feminine flesh on either side. He wanted to fill his hands with her, wanted to...

"Coffee, anyone?" The waiter deftly removed the emptied dessert plates as choices were made around the table.

"Short black," Jasmine said.

Strong and dark, Collins thought, which was how he wanted it, too.

"The same for me," he said. He didn't hear what the others ordered. The waiter departed. Leonard suggested they walk on down the hill to the Crowne Plaza after they'd finished their coffee, disco the rest of the night away. Favour applauded the idea. Jasmine smiled at her sister but said nothing, waiting for Collins reaction with no persuasion from her either way.

Hours of ear-blasting music and hot, sweaty dancing didn't appeal to Collins. Nor did a long se