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So... dangerous.

So... Stop it, Donna.

"I'm not going to sleep with you," I say, my hands fisting at my sides. "Not now. Not ever."

"Is that so?" he says, then takes another sip of wine. "I disagree. In fact, I think you're going to sleep with me very soon." He places the glass on the counter and starts walking towards me.

He's so much bigger than I am.

A lot bigger.

I could take him. I could definitely take him. But he's not a threat. Not in that way.

I know he'd never try to force himself on me.

That's not what I'm worried about.

"How do you figure?" I ask defiantly.

"Because, Donatella," he says, and my stomach clenches when he says my name. "You want me as much as I want you."

"I told you no one calls me that," I say.

"Then I will be the only one," he says, and the possessiveness in his tone sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

This is going to be a disaster. I can feel it in my bones.

"I am very good at what I do, Donna," he says softly, circling me like a predator. "At reading people. And I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body responds to mine. You're fighting it, but you want this. You want me."

"No, what happened before was a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking. We were both caught up in the moment. It was just... adrenaline."

"Adrenaline," he repeats, a wry, knowing look on his face. "No, it wasn't adrenaline. You wanted me, just as I wanted you. And we would be in bed even now if you hadn't gotten in your own head. You weren't thinking about professionalism until you gave in to me. Then you got scared."

"I do not get scared," I say automatically, turning away from him. He has to be a mind reader.

"Everyone gets scared, Donna. It's human. And you are human, despite your best efforts to prove otherwise."

"That's not true."

"Isn't it?" he asks. "You're so used to being in control, of being the one with the power. You're not used to giving it to someone else. You're not used to letting go."

He's right.

Again.

Damn him.

"And with me, you did. You let go. And now you're running scared because you liked it too much."

He steps behind me, and I can feel the heat of his body without him even touching me.

"You liked it, didn't you?" he whispers against my ear. "Letting me have that control over you. Letting me touch you, make you come."

My breath hitches.

He places a light kiss on my shoulder, and I shudder.

"Tell me you didn't like it," he whispers. "And I'll leave."