Free Chances (Mystic Nights #1) by MJ Nightingale Page A

sounded exasperated, like he was coddling a child.
    When he was silent for a moment longer, Aliya felt silly just sitting there, and she chanced a glance his way. To her dismay he was staring in her direction. His eyes were cold, hard, calculating. She decided to get out of the car and risk it. She didn’t want him to suspect she had overheard anything. The man was acting strangely enough as it was.
    She quickly dropped her keys into her purse, and stepped out of the car wrapping her coat around her as she hit the button that would lock the four doors simultaneously. She nodded in his direction nonchalantly, and made to pass, but it was too late. He had already slipped his phone into his pocket and was smiling broadly at her.
    “Nice to see you again, Aliya.” He gazed down the length of her body once again, not attempting to hide that he found her attractive despite the fact that she had told him she was spoken for.
    She returned the smile and stopped mid-stride. He was stepping out from the cars and was blocking her path. “Yes, Peter. It’s nice to see you again. I hoped you were able to handle your emergency yesterday.” She had forgotten he left in a rush for an emergency board meeting until that moment. Why hadn’t Jonathan mentioned it, she wondered briefly. But they had had other things on their minds, other more important things to discuss and hash out.
    Peter hoped she had forgotten that little tidbit considering who she was dating. But he hid his irritation well. “I really enjoyed our lunch. I hope we can do it again,” he gave her a malicious smile and indicated the restaurant behind him as he continued to block her path. He took a step closer in the same instant. He was very close. She could smell his cologne. She took a step back and felt her car behind her. Instead of giving her space, he got closer. She felt smothered by his presence. Something about him this evening sent up an alarm in her. Had he been drinking, she wondered. She’d told him she was seeing Jonathan. Maybe she needed to remind him again. He obviously hadn’t taken her seriously. “Maybe we could have a drink.” His face was close to hers, too close.
    Aliya turned her face away. Yes, he had been drinking. She could smell it on his breath. Something strong. Whiskey, probably. She pressed even further back against her car trying to think of a way out of this situation delicately. But the man was not taking the hint. She was seriously thinking a knee to the groin might be the only thing that would sink in, and to hell with her studio, when he suddenly backed up.
    Peter saw she was beginning to panic. This woman was incredibly sexy, and even in her fear he felt the pull of attraction. Dammit. If only he’d seen her first. Those damn Sassacus’. They always foiled his plans and intentions. She would have been a good lay, and a sure bet because she wanted that space on the reservation. But now that she was seeing Jonathan, it might be tougher to accomplish than he initially thought. Still, she might put out for his vote. He could play that card later. The ache in his cock persisted, and she leaned away even further. She was practically splayed across her vehicle. So tempting. But he resisted his primal urges for now.
    “I can’t. I’m meeting a friend for dinner,” she murmured shakily. Her words came out in little puffs of vapor. The air was quite cold tonight. But he didn’t feel it, not with this beauty so close causing the fire of desire to run in his veins.
    “Really?” He questioned feigning doubt. He leaned in closer, and took a whiff of her hair. It smelled like fresh raspberries and cream. “You are a very beautiful woman, Aliya. I could make things really easy for you.”
    She raised her knee a fraction of an inch and then pulled back. She’d been about to knee the man in the groin. He was taking this way too far, and just as she hoisted her knee forward with all her might, she felt the cold night air suddenly