Myra felt her limbs get stiffer every second the man kept his eyes on her.
She wished he would stop looking at her, it would make this easier.
And she wished he would stop looking at her like that.
“Miss Shaw.” She heard his voice call.
She did not look up, she could not.
He would see just what effect he was having on her, and her shame would only deepen. It shamed her that a disciplined cop like her would fall for a famous seducer’s charm.
She was the seducer here. She could never understand what went wrong along the line where she too began to fall in their dance.
“Miss Shaw.” His voice was more stringent now, but she still did not look up.
“Myra.” And then he was sweeping her up in his arms, and they were spinning around till they fell in a heap on the floor.
She heard the
