He was tall and muscular with a scar going from his chin to his ear that I supposed made him look rather dashing. Too bad he was eyeing me like a piece of meat. “Sam of Wilds,” he purred, taking my hand and kissing it as he bowed. I thought I felt the flash of tongue. “I would be honored if I could be your first… dance.” And then he winked. I guess it was meant to be playful and seductive, but I was pretty sure I was being molested. “Okay, Captain Bad-Touch,” I said, pulling my hand back. “That’s quite enough of that.” He stepped forward and started to crowd me, and I rolled my eyes, because
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