Free Hate at First Sight by Diana Nixon Page A

even imagine her wearing glasses and spending nights leaning over books and not someone’s naked chest. I was sure if I had such a charming financial expert in my company, no man would be able to think about numbers and documents if she was around.
    I remembered the messages we shared last night. It was just about time to get the promised dance. So I put on my best smile, and went to her table.
    “May I ask you for a dance?”
    Megan’s eyes widened. She didn’t expect to see me there. She nodded wordlessly, I took her hand in mine and led her out on the dance floor.
    With her right hand in mine and her left hand on my shoulder, we started moving slowly with the sound of music filling the entire space around us.
    “I didn’t know you were back,” she said.
    “I tried my best to come back as soon as possible.” I pulled her closer for a moment and then released her, spinning her around. When I pressed her back to my chest, I bowed my head to her ear, saying, “Did you miss me?”
    She smiled turning to face me. “Far from it.”
    “Oh, yes, I can see that you are too busy with other guys to remember me.”
    “Why do you care?”
    My embrace tightened. “What if I’m jealous?”
    “No way!” She laughed at my reply. “You of all people should know how meaningless a one-night-stand relationship is.”
    “What if I want you for more than one night?”
    She hesitated for a moment. “This is one of those things you are not ready to handle.”
    “Why don’t you give me a little more credit?”
    “What for?”
    “Give me three days, and I’ll prove that you are wrong.”
    “You like challenges, don’t you?”
    “Oh, yes, Baby. I like them more than anything.”
    I thought Megan wouldn’t rise to it, when suddenly she said, “Fine. You have until Saturday morning.”
    I applauded mentally at my small victory. “When Saturday morning comes, you won’t be able to think about anything, but being in my embrace.”
    “Don’t overestimate your powers, Mr. Perfect. I’m a tough nut to break.”
    “I’m not going to break you, Megan. I’m going to show you how good building pleasures can be.”
    “What about Annabel? You didn’t tell me she was your ex.”
    “My what? Who on earth told you that?”
    “So it’s not true?”
    “Of course not! We’ve never dated. Does our relationship bother you?”
    “Not at all.”
    But there was one thing that bothered me. “Who’s Jeff? And why did you miss your date with him today?”
    Megan lowered her eyes, staring blankly at the bottom of my shirt. “Jeff … is just a friend from school.”
    “Hmm … something tells me that he’s more than just a friend.”
    “I don’t have anything else to say, so why don’t we change the subject?”
    “As you wish.” I could see that the subject wasn’t pleasant for Megan to discuss, and I wondered if Jeff had anything to do with her escape….
     
    When the song ended, I led Megan back to her friends, found Owen and ordered a drink for myself.
    “And here I thought you said you didn’t like her,” he commented on our dance.
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “But you said you were not ready for a long-term relationship, that she deserved more than a one-night stand.”
    “Yeah, well, I think I can try something different this time.”
    “Just don’t break her heart, Aiden.”
    “Not going to.”
    “I hope so. Cheers!”
    “Cheers!”
     
    We stayed in the club for about an hour, and then Megan found us, and said she wanted to go home. I couldn’t help but agree that it was about time to leave. I hated clubs, and even when I finally went out into the street it still felt like music was bumping in my head.
    “What were you doing in the club?” Megan asked from the back seat.
    “Your brother and I needed an escape,” I said.
    “And a drink,” Owen added. “How was the meeting with old friends?”
    “Good. Only now I realize how much I missed them.”
    “It’s your graduation year, so why don’t