Dante didn’t look away even after I tried to break eye contact. He was studying me, not in a rude way, but like he was trying to remember something and couldn’t let it go.“You have a strange effect on people,” he said finally.“People?” I asked. “Or men?”“Same thing, sometimes,” he replied, his lips curving slightly.I laughed under my breath. “That depends on who you ask.”“I’m asking you.”“Then yes,” I said. “Sometimes they are the same.”He tilted his head, amused. “You’re confident.”“I have to be,” I said. “It’s the only way to survive in a room full of sharks.”He chuckled quietly. “You don’t look like prey.”“I’m not.”“Good,” he said. “Because I don’t hunt for sport.”“Then what do you hunt for?” I asked, raising a brow.“Truth,” he said. “And people who lie well.”“That sounds like work,” I said, smiling. “You’re at a party, Mr. Pierce. Try to have some fun.”He leaned in just a little. “I am.”The air between us changed then. His nearness was warm, steady. He wasn’t touch
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