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I’ve told myself I wasn’t attracted to him, that these were all symptoms of Stockholm syndrome and I needed to get a hold of myself. Then despite all those well managed pep talks to myself in the mirror, when he taunted me yesterday, I had been unable to control myself, and had grabbed him to kiss him.

It had also been an attempt to reassure myself that while the man may be hot, he and I had no zing, so as to speak.

However, when I had touched him, my skin had burned where he touched me. And then he had made things worse by taking control of the kiss. The way he had used his mouth on me, the dominance, the sheer demand for obedience as he had held me to him, it had me a slave to his will.

If, in that moment, he had told me to strip, I think I might have.

My abdomen still tightens at the thought of the kiss, at the way he had touched my lips, looking at me through hooded eyes, ordered me to open my mouth.

Jace Hunter is a very dangerous man.

I stare at the breakfast he made.

It’s very simple: scrambled eggs with toast and black coffee.

“Eat.” He hands me a fork and sits down across from me.

I dig in and immediately choke at the first bite of the eggs.

Too much salt!

Swallowing the first bite by force, I push away the eggs and focus on the coffee.

“What’s wrong?” He looks at me, concerned.

I watch him, alarmed at how he’s shoveling the eggs in his mouth.

“I…?” I don’t know how to tell him that he’s a terrible cook. “Um, I just realized that—I mean I forgot that I just drink coffee in the morning.”

“But I made eggs.”

Is it just me or did his face just fall a little?

“And they’re great,” I lie, trying to smile, but the bitter taste of salt in my mouth is preventing me from getting my fake emotions across. “But I’m going to have them later. When I’m hungry.”

He looks suspicious but relents.

I sip at my coffee, which is the one thing he’s gotten right, and watch him eat.

“So, this Cameron,” Jace breaks the silence. “You’ve known him a long time?”

“Yeah.” I don’t smile because thinking of Cam brings back everything that has just happened. “He, Mia, and I, we grew up together. He’s dating Mia.”

“Oh, he’s that Cameron. You’ve mentioned him.”

It’s surprising how he pays attention to what I say. Usually, people just tune me out.

A knock on the door has me getting up.

Yawning, I open the front door.

Lana, Kendall, and Elise are standing there, looking miffed.

My eyes widen. “What—What are you guys doing here?”

“Halley, who is it?” Jace exits the kitchen, holding his coffee cup in his hands.

All three women freeze on seeing him.

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