“Some people think days like today are most unlucky …” He purred.
She smiled, tilting her head. “But I’ve never been superstitious.”
A flash of white teeth. Clear blue eyes tinged with grey gleamed as he leaned in close. Dangerously close.
“So you have no fear of black cats crossing your path, my lady?” A dark whisper, murmured in her ear.
Her heart thumped hard in her chest. Could he hear it?
“No . . . not at all. They are such–beautiful, elegant creatures. Who simply need to be–appreciated.”
She caught her breath as she felt his strong, nimble fingers wrap around one wrist, gently caressing it. He spoke again, his voice husky and deep.
“And you have the right touch to tame the beast, my lady?”
She sighed. “Just let me show you . . .”
A dark laugh. “With pleasure . . .”