Glimmer (Glimmer and Glow 1) - Page 14

Alice held her breath so as not to break the spell.

She took another step into the stunning room, then another, drawn to the windows and how they changed light into elusive, slanting jewel bars she knew would slip right through her seeking fingers.

She held out her hand.

“Alice,” a man said sharply.

Alice froze, her eyes going wide in alarm, her limbs beginning to tingle. She’d recognized that deep, slightly rough voice.

She spun around. Dylan Fall stood in the entryway to the dining room, his face rigid as he pinned her with his stare.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” he demanded tensely.

“I heard a gong and wondered what it was, and then I saw the view and …” She faltered in her pressured explanation when she soaked in his appearance, the vivid, striking reality of him standing there in the entryway. He looked very tall and intimidating and just …

Plain amazing.

He wore a pair of tan summer-weight trousers that had been perfectly tailored for his long legs, trim hips, and flat abdomen. The first few buttons of his white shirt were left unfastened. His sport coat was a darker shade of brown with subtle tan striping woven in the fabric. The expensive, stylish clothing fit him with a careless, sexy ease. Dylan Fall wore the clothes, not the other way around. That much was crystal clear. She yanked her gaze off the appealing expanse of his broad chest—he looked like he could more than hold his own in a rugby match, despite the fashionable clothing. He was long and lean, but powerful.

She focused on his face. Unlike when she’d seen him for the interview, he was clean-shaven. She started when she noticed the blazing quality of his eyes.

“Alice?” he said again, this time very quietly, his gaze narrowing on her.

“The gong …” she muttered again stupidly.

“You couldn’t have heard a gong.”

His words struck her like a lash. It took a moment for his meaning to settle in.

“What did you think I was doing in here?” she asked in a choked voice, recognizing his cold anger at last. “That I snuck in to steal the silver?”

He blinked at her returned flash of anger. A hard, masklike expression stole over his face. “Of course not. I just saw you moving around in here while I passed. It took me off guard.” He stepped toward her. She searched his expression desperately, but saw no evidence of the fierce emotion she’d witnessed in his eyes just seconds ago. Here was the utterly in-control man she recalled from her interview.

“Would you like to see it?”

“See what?” she asked with flat-out suspicion.

His stern, sexy mouth flickered with amusement. He waved at the far end of the room. “The view you spoke of just now,” he replied calmly.

She glanced back and saw the windowed alcove, seeing the picturesque tableau as if for the first time.

Her mouth dropped open. What had she been thinking, leaving the group to wander around this house alone? His house. She felt a warm pressure on her bent elbow and suddenly she was walking next to Dylan Fall as he guided her, her numb legs seemingly moving of their own volition. Instead of leading her over to the windowed sunny alcove, he directed her to the far side of the room and a sideboard. Still touching her arm lightly, he used his other hand to remove the stopper from a decanter and pour a finger of amber-colored liquid into a crystal highball glass.

“Drink it,” he said.

She stared down at the glass, and then at him dubiously.

“I don’t drink hard liquor. That’ll kick my ass,” she said bluntly, considering for the first time the possibility that Dylan Fall was a tad off.

The thought didn’t diminish his blatant attractiveness in the slightest; especially when he gave a soft, hoarse bark of laughter. White teeth shone against his shadowed face. There it was, that flash of the dangerous marauder beneath his polished exterior, the sexy outcast transformed into the most confident of insiders.

Get a grip, she scolded herself, but she couldn’t prevent that squeeze of her heart in her chest.

He raised the glass and tipped a portion of the golden liquid between his lips. His strong throat convulsed as he swallowed.

“Good thing I do,” he muttered before he set down the unfinished drink on a silver tray with a muted crash. Then he was leading her down the length of the dining room. They came to a halt, standing side by side in the sun-filled alcove. He didn’t move his hand from her arm. It burned not only her skin, but her consciousness. She awkwardly straightened her elbow, and his fingers fell away. The air-conditioning in here must be cranked. His hand had been warm and steadying against her strangely chilled skin.

“Have you ever seen anything like that?” he asked quietly next to her.

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