‘You’re wrong,’ she said. ‘I…’
His hands clasped her more tightly. ‘You were watching me, too,’ he said, slowly drawing her towards him.
Paige’s denial was swift. ‘I wasn’t. I never noticed you at all until you offered to help me.’
‘Who were you looking for when you came into the ballroom, Juliet?’ She saw the white flash of his teeth. ‘Your fiancé?’
‘Yes, my fiancé,’ she said quickly, grasping the word as if it would save her from whatever might come next, ‘that’s right. And he’s probably looking for me right now. He…’
‘Hell, he should have been with you all evening.’ His hands moved over her shoulders. ‘I’d have been, if you belonged to me.’
‘I don’t belong to anyone. And he was waiting. I mean, I just didn’t see him right away. I…’
He laughed softly. ‘But you saw me.’ His hands slid from her shoulders, down her arms, and encircled her wrists. ‘And then the crowd closed in and I lost sight of you. Is that when your Romeo found you?’
Paige’s lips felt parched. Carefully, she ran the tip of her tongue over them.
‘Yes. And now I really have to go back to him. I…’
‘The next time I saw you, you were dancing with an older man.’ He lifted her hands between them and held them against his chest. ‘It wasn’t Romeo.’
It was a statement, not a question. Despite herself, Paige smiled. ‘No.’
He nodded. ‘Your father, I thought. Or a favourite uncle.’
‘My father,’ she said. ‘I saw you watching us. I…’
The admission was out before she had time to stop it. Any hope Paige had that it might slip by vanished when she heard the stranger’s softly triumphant laugh.
‘But you said you hadn’t noticed me at all, Juliet.’
‘That’s not my name,’ she said desperately. ‘That’s fantasy…’
His arms slid around her. ‘This is a night of fantasy,’ he whispered. ‘Anything can happen on a night like this.’ Slowly, he drew her closer to him. ‘You can even stay here and dance with me.’
The music drifting from the ballroom had turned slow and dreamlike. Paige put her hands on his chest as he began to move to its faint rhythm.
‘Don’t, please…’ She stood stiffly within his arms, fighting against the desire to melt against him, and then she drew in her breath. A night of fantasy, he’d said, and that was what this was, wasn’t it? Harmless fantasy. The stuff of dreams. Her heart turned over. ‘All right,’ she whispered. ‘Just one dance…’
‘One dance,’ he said easily. ‘And then we’ll do whatever you want.’
We’ll do whatever you want… Was there a threat in the simple words? No, not a threat, Paige told herself as they began to move across the flagstones. His words held something more. An assurance, a conviction that he knew what she wanted, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself yet.
The stranger could think what he liked. One dance with him—that was all—and then she’d return to Alan’s side. And she’d tell Alan about all this in a week or two, tell him about the bit of foolishness that had taken hold of her on this night three days before their wedding. They would laugh about it, just as they’d laughed about the bachelor party Alan’s groomsmen had planned for tomorrow evening at a club known for its scantily clad barmaids.
‘A rite of passage,’ Alan called it, and that was what tonight was, wasn’t it? This dance with a stranger was just one last taste of freedom, and Alan would smile when she told him about it and…
Who was she kidding? She could never tell Alan. She could never tell anyone. This was insanity. Dangerous insanity. It wasn’t a last fling or an innocent rite of passage…
The man drew her closer. ‘Are your eyes really the colour of spring violets?’
His voice, soft and husky, moved over her like a velvet caress. In the heavy silence of the night, Paige could hear the quick tumble of her heart.
‘Who are you?’ she asked breathlessly.
He laughed softly. ‘You know who I am, Juliet. I’m the man who’s wanted to make love to you all night.’
The admission stole her breath away. She stumbled and he caught her to him, holding her tightly against the hardness of his body.