When the small group cleared the exit way and conversation between the people of the membership resumed, Becca’s gaze honed in on a tall man in a black leather trench coat standing in front of the door. Slowly, he pushed his dark sunglasses up from his face to the top of his head, revealing equally dark eyes. The shades pushed back long locks of jet black hair and his matching goatee quivered as a mischievous smirk lifted his lips.

Why, the man’s flirting with me, initiating the chase. Her crotch twitched in anticipation of the opening of the game and the sexual finale.

She openly ogled the sexy devil, taking in the view of the coat draped over broad shoulders, exposing only the top of a black turtleneck since the garment was cinched closed over his torso and tied at his narrow waist. The leather flowed down to just above his knees where tight black jeans lay over shiny black boots.

Could he be a black-clothed biker dude? She hadn’t had one of those in ages. A delightful shudder of desire rolled through her like a seismic wave. Too bad Veronica wasn’t here in her place. He’d be a sure thing then. When her gaze met his again, he

grinned and the hint of malice that flashed in his eyes sent bolts of ice into her fingers and toes.

“Becca? What’s got you woolgathering?”

“Ella.” She turned to her friend, taking her focus off the man. “Get a load of this guy.” She tilted her head in the stranger’s direction. “Do you think he’s a member here?”

Her friend looked over to where she indicated. A puzzled expression crossed her face. “What man?”

Becca looked back at the exit way. The man was gone.