from him. He was so sexy.
He spoke briefly to the two women before turning his attention back to Autumn.
She swallowed and stared into his almost hypnotic eyes. He must be interested in her.
The women spoke to him again, seemingly determined to reclaim his attention.
Briefly turning his gaze back to the women, he flashed a smile and spoke to them.
Autumn watched in amazement as he then quickly strolled towards her, ignoring the women’s efforts to keep him at their sides.
She swallowed and moistened her lips while her heart hammered against her ribcage.
He stopped a foot or so in front of her. He extended his hand. “Hello.” He had a deep, sexy voice.
“Hi.”
“I’m Seneka Elkhorn.”
Seneka Elkhorn. Nice name. Nice voice. Nice body. Sexy as hell man.
She held out her hand.
A shiver of anticipation danced down her spine when his fingers closed over hers. She imagined him whispering sweet nothings in her ear in that deep, velvety voice as he caressed her bare skin with the big warm hand cradling hers.
“And you are?”
She blinked. “I’m sorry. What?”
“What’s your name? Mine’s Seneka Elkhorn.”
Get a grip, woman and stop gawking as if you’ve never met a drop-dead gorgeous hunk. “Autumn Walker.”
His eyes lingered on her bare left hand. “Autumn is my favorite time of the year.”
“Oh…is it?”
“Oh yes.” He smiled. “I see you’re not wearing a ring, but is there a Mr. ‘She’s All Mine So Back Off’ lurking somewhere?”
She’d never been happier to be divorced and commitment free. She shook her head. “Not anymore.”
His smile widened. “No? This must be my lucky night.”
His lucky night? Lost in a haze of erotic fantasies, she racked her brain for some witty remark that would titillate and entertain him while making him want to get to know her.
She stole a glance at his left hand. Bare. Thank God.
The association president went to the podium. “Good evening, everyone. We have a number of issues on the agenda so please find seats so we can begin.”
Autumn stifled a groan. Why did the blasted meeting have to start on time? She reluctantly withdrew her hand from his. “I guess I’d better find a seat.”
He slipped a hand under her elbow. “Yes. Let’s do that.”
His fingers on her bare skin sent a tingle through her. She turned back to face him, hoping she’d managed to conceal her emotional turmoil from him. “I see a seat—”
“A seat?” He nodded toward two empty seats on the other side of the room. “There are two over there. Join me?”
She hesitated. Contemplating flirting with him as they waited for the meeting to start was one thing. Sitting with him might be too close to a line she’d never crossed before. Her divorce from Sam still stung. The reason he’d divorced her hadn’t changed enough to make a difference in her life.
“Autumn,” his fingers tightened on her elbow. He leaned down until his lips were a breath away from her ear. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised softly.
She stared up into his dark eyes. Why did she feel as if he’d read her mind and knew of her hurt? “What?”
“You can trust me, Autumn.”
Trust didn’t come easy. Sam had broken her heart, injured her pride, and damaged her self-esteem. When Sam left her, she’d decided lost love hurt and that love in general was overrated. Since then she had managed to remain romantically unscathed by channeling all her time and energy into preparing her students for careers in math and science.
Some of her students had done very well. She found satisfaction in celebrating their triumphs with them. Her life wasn’t exciting. It was safe. Safety was important.
He caressed her elbow. “You can trust me, Autumn.”
Her desire to accept his word and trust him gave her pause. She knew nothing about him except that
He spoke briefly to the two women before turning his attention back to Autumn.
She swallowed and stared into his almost hypnotic eyes. He must be interested in her.
The women spoke to him again, seemingly determined to reclaim his attention.
Briefly turning his gaze back to the women, he flashed a smile and spoke to them.
Autumn watched in amazement as he then quickly strolled towards her, ignoring the women’s efforts to keep him at their sides.
She swallowed and moistened her lips while her heart hammered against her ribcage.
He stopped a foot or so in front of her. He extended his hand. “Hello.” He had a deep, sexy voice.
“Hi.”
“I’m Seneka Elkhorn.”
Seneka Elkhorn. Nice name. Nice voice. Nice body. Sexy as hell man.
She held out her hand.
A shiver of anticipation danced down her spine when his fingers closed over hers. She imagined him whispering sweet nothings in her ear in that deep, velvety voice as he caressed her bare skin with the big warm hand cradling hers.
“And you are?”
She blinked. “I’m sorry. What?”
“What’s your name? Mine’s Seneka Elkhorn.”
Get a grip, woman and stop gawking as if you’ve never met a drop-dead gorgeous hunk. “Autumn Walker.”
His eyes lingered on her bare left hand. “Autumn is my favorite time of the year.”
“Oh…is it?”
“Oh yes.” He smiled. “I see you’re not wearing a ring, but is there a Mr. ‘She’s All Mine So Back Off’ lurking somewhere?”
She’d never been happier to be divorced and commitment free. She shook her head. “Not anymore.”
His smile widened. “No? This must be my lucky night.”
His lucky night? Lost in a haze of erotic fantasies, she racked her brain for some witty remark that would titillate and entertain him while making him want to get to know her.
She stole a glance at his left hand. Bare. Thank God.
The association president went to the podium. “Good evening, everyone. We have a number of issues on the agenda so please find seats so we can begin.”
Autumn stifled a groan. Why did the blasted meeting have to start on time? She reluctantly withdrew her hand from his. “I guess I’d better find a seat.”
He slipped a hand under her elbow. “Yes. Let’s do that.”
His fingers on her bare skin sent a tingle through her. She turned back to face him, hoping she’d managed to conceal her emotional turmoil from him. “I see a seat—”
“A seat?” He nodded toward two empty seats on the other side of the room. “There are two over there. Join me?”
She hesitated. Contemplating flirting with him as they waited for the meeting to start was one thing. Sitting with him might be too close to a line she’d never crossed before. Her divorce from Sam still stung. The reason he’d divorced her hadn’t changed enough to make a difference in her life.
“Autumn,” his fingers tightened on her elbow. He leaned down until his lips were a breath away from her ear. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised softly.
She stared up into his dark eyes. Why did she feel as if he’d read her mind and knew of her hurt? “What?”
“You can trust me, Autumn.”
Trust didn’t come easy. Sam had broken her heart, injured her pride, and damaged her self-esteem. When Sam left her, she’d decided lost love hurt and that love in general was overrated. Since then she had managed to remain romantically unscathed by channeling all her time and energy into preparing her students for careers in math and science.
Some of her students had done very well. She found satisfaction in celebrating their triumphs with them. Her life wasn’t exciting. It was safe. Safety was important.
He caressed her elbow. “You can trust me, Autumn.”
Her desire to accept his word and trust him gave her pause. She knew nothing about him except that
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