He dropped his head so he was now looking directly at her. “You just seemed to be in them. A lot. Which is stupid right, since we hardly know each other.”
“We did used to play together as kids,” she croaked, unable to drag herself away from Vince’s gaze.
“I didn’t think you’d remember that.”
“You’d be surprised at what I remember.” She could tell her voice was husky now. “You’re not as invisible as you’d like to think, Vincent Ryan Murphy.”
She watched his Adam’s apple move slightly—a clear sign he was nervous. “So do you think we could perhaps go out one night?” he said.
“I’d like that.” She bit her lip in excitement. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Great.” He beamed but instead of kissing her he stood up straight and looked like he was about to go and join Graham, Bob and the other technicians over by the bar. “So I suppose I’d better let you get back to your friends. They’re probably all freaking out that you’re even talking to me.”
“I only came with Gemma.” Holly shook her head. “But since she seems a bit preoccupied with a complicated technical question, I don’t think you have much to worry about.”
“Are you sure about this?”
Holly nodded as she leaned further into him. “You wouldn’t believe if I told you how sure I was.”
“You could try,” he murmured, but before she could answer, she felt his hands gently reach down to her belt of her dress and pull her forward.
Then he kissed her.
Boy did Vince Murphy know how to kiss and suddenly Holly could see just why Amy Jenkins had gone to such lengths to try and capture his interest. Of course, as Holly found herself returning his kiss, she was certainly pleased Amy had failed. Firstly, because she didn’t like sharing; and secondly, because kissing Vince was to die for. Literally.
THE END