CLARISSA COULDN'T move away from Nicholas even if someone threw a bomb at her feet. She felt his tongue lick away the droplet of whiskey on her lip and thought it was something out of an erotic novel. Normal people never went around licking things off other people's lips. This mysterious, brooding French man was doing exactly that. The French kissed when they greeted each other. Maybe the feeling of someone's lips or tongue on their's wasn't something to freak out about. Maybe...maybe...oh who was she kidding? This was wrong in so many levels!
So, he licked away a droplet—should she make at big deal out of it? Hell yeah!
"Mr. Renoir," she cleared her throat and looked a him steadily even though her body was hot-wired and was fizzling with excitement. "Is it your thing to go around lickin
