Page 49 of Auctioned to the Devil

“She told me people are grateful you’re on their side.”

“Sounds like Sally.”

“She also told me not to ask questions.”

“Yet here you are.”

“I’ve never been particularly obedient.”

“I’ve noticed.”

His gaze drifts down my body before returning to my face.

Heat slips beneath my skin.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Look at me like that when I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”

“Like what?”

“You know.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

He leans his palms against the counter.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Then stop complaining.”

God, he’s infuriating.

I drain another sip of wine.

“Fine. Why did you nearly break that man’s wrist?”

“He touched you.”

“People touch people.”

“Not like that.”

“He put his hand on my waist for two seconds.”

“One second too long.”

My stomach does something embarrassingly feminine.

I ignore it.

“And if I hadn’t stopped you?”