Dance for a Stranger — Susanne McCarthy

Rae studied him from beneath her lashes

He was handsome, but with an unmistakable hint of ruthlessness. "I wouldn't have expected a... hostess to blush and chew her lip the way you do," he said.

Did he really think she was as tacky as her surroundings! Rae was used to dancing in top-class venues--not in seedy nightclubs, somewhere in Southeast Asia. But then, she'd never been a victim of bungled con-tracts and circumstances before.

Should she trust this satanic stranger to help her escape--or did his arrogant assumption mean she'd be jumping from the frying pan straight into a fire ... ?