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VERY advanced unedited excerpt from Untitled Hard Play book #2

by Nalini Singh

Deciding she might as well get some Dutch courage, Nayna reached for a flute of champagne. “You want one?” she asked Ísa, and when her friend nodded, she handed it over. She was about to take another one when her fingers collided with a big, warm hand. “Oh, I’m so sorr—”

Nayna froze.

It was him.

The beautiful man. The genuine hunk with the jaw he hadn’t bothered to shave and the jeans that had a slight tear on the thigh. Not an artistic these-jeans-cost-five-hundred-dollars-tear.

No, the rest of his jeans were well worn but whole. It was simply that one spot that was worn away to the point that it had torn.

Why was that so sexy?

“Here.” He gave her a flute of champagne with a small smile that had the butterflies in her stomach swooning. “I’m Raj.”

She shot Ísa a desperate look, but Ísa just gave her a small nod and a grin before melting back into the crowd.

And that quickly, Nayna was alone with the hunk. She almost begged the waiter to stay, but he was moving off and then someone else moved past her, bumping her a little in the back.

Raj’s arm came around her. “You won’t be bumped here.” He’d moved her so her back was to a wall before she knew it.

He dropped his hand from her back, and kept enough distance between them that she didn’t feel boxed in.

Except he had wide shoulders and he’d angled his body in a way that meant she couldn’t be bumped by anyone else—or easily approached. Like a lion cutting his prey out of the herd.

Her thighs squeezed together.

She should’ve worn panties. Definitely. Things could get embarrassing if he kept on speaking to her and sending out those male pheromones that were playing havoc with her hormones. But of course he wouldn’t keep on talking to her. Whatever had caused him to decide to speak to her, he’d figure out soon enough that she was no femme fatale, even if she was faking it in this dress.

“What’s your name?” His voice was like deep water cascading over her, caressing her in all sorts of impossible places.

“Nayna,” she managed to get out past her bone-dry throat. “I’m an accountant.” OH GOD NAYNA! She winced inwardly at that silent scream from the part of her that wanted to jump on Raj and his extraordinarily gorgeous self. She might as well stamp NERD on her forehead..

But Raj smiled. “Yeah? Have you done that test you have to do to become…what’s the word...chartered. A chartered accountant.”

Nayna blinked at the question that actually sounded interested. “Yes,” she said. “Still so new I’m shiny.” She was staring at his mouth, so she saw his smile deepen.

Loud laughter sounded just as Raj went to speak. Glancing back, he frowned, then turned to her. “You want to walk out in the garden? Little quieter.”

He was asking her to go out with him into the dark, away from the safety of crowds. Nayna didn’t do things like that. Throwing back the champagne, she said, “Yes.”

If you enjoyed this glimpse of Nayna and Raj, and Nayna’s start on the road to sin and temptation, be sure to check out CHERISH HARD, where they’re introduced...and the wickedness first begins for my follow-the-rules heroine and her dangerously sexy hero.

© Copyright 2018 by Nalini Singh