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“I didn’t abduct you.”

“You locked me in your car and brought me here.”

“And yet you’re standing here perfectly calm.”

My hands curled into fists. “You don’t get to twist definitions and assume how I feel.”

He stepped around me, shrugging off his jacket with unhurried precision. “Come with me.”

“No. I am not going anywhere with you.”

He paused, stopping to look at me fully now. There was something different in his expression, harder than before. It was neither desire nor teasing, but instead, it looked like resolve.

“We’re not doing this here,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“This.”

He gestured between us.

“There is nothis,” I snapped. “There is you behaving like a criminal.”

His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t rise to my bait.

“Come to my study. Now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, but I didn’t care.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I am getting out of here and going straight home.”

He crossed the room in three strides and stopped in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my chin to maintain eye contact.

“You are already here, and you are mistaken if you think I will let you leave so easily.”

“I will leave, and you will see.”

“Try me.”

The challenge ignited something reckless in me, and I turned sharply and walked towards the main door, which opened right in front of the elevator doors. To my surprise, the door didn’t open even after I pushed and pulled it with all the force I could muster. Of course it didn’t. I definitely should have known better.

I spun back around, my eyes blazing with fire. “Unlock it right now.”

“No.”

“You cannot keep me here against my will. That’s a crime.”

“Watch me. You are mistaken if you think I care. ”

My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the humiliating realization that he meant it. Every single word. Which only meant that I was trapped here until he decided to letme out. If I wanted to get out of here, I had to play smart rather than do whatever it was I was doing.

“You think this is a game?” I demanded, unable to control my anger.

“No.”

“Then what is all this? Why are you doing it?”

“It is necessary. I don’t have much of a choice.”

I laughed, sharp and incredulous. “Necessary for who?”