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“The one from France?”
“Y-yes.”
“Where are you from in France?”
Jesus.
He wasn’t supposed to be hotandsmart.
Again—not a surprise. Just alarming to be on the receiving end of a lethal dose.
“Uh… Yes?”
He shook his head, like I was a lost cause.
“You’re not one of us,” Zach concluded, hands resting in the pockets of his slacks, jaw harder than the granite surrounding us.
Shit.
Also—screw you.
“How do you know?”
“For one thing, you’re wearing a nightgown.”
Double shit.
It was the only dress of Reggie’s that didn’t have feathers, leather, or other dead animal parts. Should’ve known it was too good to be true.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I kept my chin up, retreating a step, my fingers patting my surroundings, searching for a weapon. How much jail time would I get if I clubbed him with one of these sleep-inducing finance textbooks he couldn’t possibly have finished? “It’s okay not to like my dress, but don’t offend it. I don’t tell you that you look like a penguin in that tux.”
He stalked toward me, stoic and unrelenting. “Give it up, little octopus. You’re wearing holed sneakers.”
Little octopus?
What?
“They’re comfy. You never know when you need to make a run forit.”
Another step back.
“Now would be a good time.” He stopped about ten inches from me. Close enough to be intimidating, but far enough not to touch me. “I’ll even give you a head start, seeing as you’re such easy prey.”
He underestimated me.
Normally, I loved proving people wrong. But with Zach Sun, I doubted my own abilities. Both physically and intellectually.
I extended my neck to look him in the eyes. At 5’8”, I wasn’t often dominated by men, but Zach made me feel miniature. Smashable as a tender teenage heart.
He was lean, tall, and muscular. Proportioned like a Roman sculpture.
Everything about his face was divine. The arches of his thick brows. His bottomless eyes—so dark I couldn’t see where the pupils ended and the irises started. And the pillowy, hand-drawn lips any woman would die to call her own.
They were all bracketed inside a jaw so square, between cheekbones so high, he looked half-human, half-demon. An art collector that was a work of art himself.
“Look…” My back hit the door. I grabbed the knob digging into my lower back on instinct.
The pendant behind him all but winked at me.
