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      SWEET.

      That was the first word that came into Michael’s mind when he kissed her, his mouth tasting those lush pink lips that had tempted him from the first moment he’d set eyes on her tonight.

      Innocent.

      He’d caught her startled gasp in his mouth when his lips had molded to hers. He glimpsed the uncertainty in her beautiful green eyes. The desire, too. It fueled his own, his body on fire now as he pulled her even closer to him.

      Perfect.

      Maybe it was the imported champagne, or the incredible stress of the past few weeks. Maybe he’d simply gone too long without a woman in his arms, in his bed. Whatever the reason, Michael simply couldn’t remember a kiss so perfect before. So right.

      She clung to his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, her hands fisting in the fur of his costume. After a moment, her lips softened, parted. Giving him entry to her mouth. So sweet. So innocent. So perfect.

      The woman made him insatiable. He wanted more, so much more. But the sound of glasses clinking and the rumble of voices around them finally sifted through his lust-fogged brain, telling him this wasn’t the time or the place to pursue his fantasy.

      Michael lifted his head and tried to breathe normally. The wolf costume, which had been unbearably itchy all night, now was even more so, thanks to the heat generated by that kiss.

      His Red Riding Hood blinked up at him, her green eyes wide and her lips now as red as her cape. His gaze quickly scanned the room, aware of a few knowing smiles and furtive whispers. Michael was used to gossips, though he usually tried to avoid giving them firsthand grist for the mill.

      What the hell had come over him?

      Red wasn’t even his type. He liked his women sultry and sophisticated, tall and tempestuous. She barely reached his shoulder. He wouldn’t have even approached her tonight if he hadn’t seen her standing alone in the middle of the ballroom, looking as lost as he often felt.

      Yet, he wanted her. Wanted her so damn much that now he took another step back just to keep from reaching for her again.

      She cleared her throat, a pretty pink blush sweeping over her cheeks. “The music is over.”

      The music might be over, but not the fantasy. Now he wanted to do more than dance with her, more than kiss her. But not in front of a hundred guests. He wanted Red all to himself.

      Someone called out his name and Michael turned around to see Oscar Henley hailing him again. He clenched his jaw, knowing he couldn’t escape this time.

      She noticed Oscar, too, and smiled up at Michael. “Duty calls.”

      Duty. Michael had lived it every day of his life. As the only heir to the Wolff dynasty, it was his duty to make certain the family business thrived, to direct and expand Wolff Enterprises, to protect the family fortune.

      A fortune that could be in jeopardy, thanks to his grandfather’s lovely young wife. Michael should be focused on that tonight instead of losing his head over a mysterious lady in red.

      But he found himself reluctant to let go of her so soon. No names. No questions. No promises. Those were her terms and they had intrigued him before that incredible kiss. But now…now he wanted to know her name. Wanted to know everything about her.

      And he realized she must be aware of his identity. It was tradition for the host of the Wolff Ball to dress as a wolf. Usually that was his grandfather’s role. But Seamus was in the hospital tonight, recovering from a broken hip.

      Thanks to his lovely young wife.

      Tension coiled inside of him, but Michael couldn’t think about the Wolff family problems right now. He didn’t want to think about them. Not with Red standing so close, her subtle vanilla scent driving him wild. It reminded him of her kiss. So sweet and innocent. Michael closed his eyes, his duty battling with his desire. He wanted nothing more than to whisk her far away from here, to leave behind all the problems and the decisions and the responsibilities that came with the Wolff name.

      Oscar called out to him again and Michael opened his eyes to see the stocky man making his way across the ballroom floor. He swallowed a sigh. “I suppose I have to play the good host for a while.”

      She nodded. “Thank you for the dance.”

      That sounded too much like goodbye. He grasped both her hands in his own, his thumbs smoothing over the crinkled red silk of her gloves. “Meet me at midnight. Right here. In front of the bandstand.”

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