Page 38 of A Governess Should Never… Tempt a Prizefighter (The Governess Chronicles 1)

Gold and black – riches and sin, the beautiful day and wondrous night, enticing him like no other.

She glanced up and their eyes collided.

Noise ceased.

Desire surged.

To stride over and…

A hand pressed to his shoulder. “Seth?”

Miss Griffin twisted away.

The moment moved on; the jabber of friends resumed; Kian scrutinised his liquor.

“Yes, Miss Figstone?”

“The ballroom?”

He blinked. “But of course.” And he swivelled to proffer an arm, aware he was walking in the wrong direction.