Micki felt a warm current shoot up her entire spine generated from his touch. She should have taken his hand and removed it—and she wasn’t sure why she didn’t. Instead, she gripped his coat. Under her fingers, the leather felt worn and rough. So did his hand on her thigh, which added to the heat inside her.

His complexion bespoke years of letting the sun touch his body. He smelled of sin and heat. Magnificent and male. She wanted to touch his black hair with her fingers, to kiss his square-jawed face with her lips, to feel his hands on her. Every part of him was a perfect duplicate of her fantasy, except his disposition. Unlike her fantasy guy, this man would not succumb to her whims. The harsh lust in his stare told her he would demand that she yield to him--fully and completely.

“Jared,” he finally offered.

His bass voice rocketed between Micki’s legs like an explosion. She’d never had this reaction to any man before. A word from him and¾Bang!

 “Jared. That’s a good name.” She squirmed, squeezing her thighs together, feeling the ache deepen. “I’m Micki.”

“Nice.”

Get a grip, Micki. Stay focused.

She was here to make sure Eric was safe. Nothing else.

Jared had nodded that he knew Eric and David. She needed information. Did he really know them or was he only playing with her? If she didn’t play along, Jared might leave her without any answers.

“Come here often?” she asked. How original.

“Not recently.”

“Oh,” Micki’s insides tangled into tight knots that any sailor would have been proud of. She didn’t know what to say. Her fantasy had come to life right before her. And Jared was obviously used to a far more sophisticated kind of woman than her. Way out of her league.

 What should I do? What should I say? And then she heard his voice.

“You?”

As she suspected, Jared was a man of few words, but each syllable mesmerized her. He had to know the spell he was putting her under. Clearly, he had no intention of releasing her. Eric always told her she had a wild woman inside her. Maybe he was right. The man beside her made her feel wild.

Still, she was here to find Eric or his friend, not to experience her fantasy… with Jared.

Breathe. No help!

If she ever got her hands on that dime-store guru who taught the breathing technique, she was going to kick his lotus-loving ass.

“I come to the club occasionally,” she lied.

 Jared raised a skeptical brow. Could he tell that tonight was her first visit to Zone Three? That hooking up wasn’t her real purpose for being here. No doubt, he did. His burning coal eyes saw clear through her deception. He knew she was a first-timer and still he stayed. He wanted her. She dropped her eyes, where it was clear his desire for her was growing.

“Do you approve?” Jared baited her.

She jerked her head up and stared back into his dark eyes. She had just been looking at his… Damn. The blood rushed to her cheeks.

Like it or not, you’re visible tonight.