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my wrist in a grip like a

o warmth, only a detached, playful curiosity

ck, but he was immovable. The

long sweep of his lashes. His breath, smelli

yer of humiliation. I turned my h

lipped. It fell away with a soft whoosh, leavi

flew to grab the fabric, my face burn

king over me. The look was direct, invasive,

back against the headboard, an amus

, bundling it around me like a mummy, and retreat

night," I bit out, the words tasting l

yes darted around the room, des

fabric from the floor, and turned my back to

awed at it, my fingers clumsy an

from behind me. He w

feel him approaching, each footst

s landed on my back. He ge

inst my skin, sending an u

ured, his voice low in m

en us, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.

splay of sculpted muscle. He took a cigarette from a pack in his suit p

. "A girl spends the night in a hotel with a stra

I sneered. It was the only

zily amused, turned instant

of his presence backing me up until

n either side of my head, trapping

e commanded. "A

t I saw a flicker of real, i

e, he suddenly smiled, a chilling e

said, his gaze locked on mine, enunciat

in I had misheard. "Wh

ility." He repeated it, his tone as fla

d over me. I started to laugh, a hysterical,

going to fix this?" I shot back, my voice sharp with scorn. "

able, and he didn't deny my accusation. It only confirmed my dee