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“It’s no wonder you’re nervous. You’ve never mentioned that you’re attracted to him. To hear you talk, I thought he was full of himself.”
Emma chuckled and turned so Janie wouldn’t see her wince at her accurate assumption. “Um, perhaps I’ve exaggerated some.”
“Hmm.”
The chime of the doorbell filled the kitchen.
Thank you! Emma briefly prayed to the heavens at being saved by the bell. But then her heart sank when she realized who was probably ringing the bell.
Luckily for Emma, she made it to the door in time to check the security glass before Chloe could open it. Her stomach felt lined with lead when she saw Dahlin on the other side.
It’s only one night, Emma.
“Oh, God,” she mumbled, her forehead rested against the door.
The doorbell chimed again.
“Emma?” Janie questioned, a frown marred her brow.
She needed to pull herself together and stop panicking. Tonight was going to happen regardless of whether she wanted it to or not.
She drew in a deep breath...inhaling before she exhaled with a sigh, and opened the front door to her grinning boss, whose smile
momentarily slipped, as he looked her up and down.
He recovered quickly when he noticed Janie and Chloe hovering in the background. “Aren’t you going to invite me in and introduce me?” he asked.
Emma frowned because there was no way he wanted to meet her family. What was he up to?
She really wanted to say no, and was very tempted to give him a shove. Perhaps that would wipe the smirk from his smug lips. He was looking at her as though he couldn’t wait to get her alone. His penetrating grey eyes stared straight through her...no, it felt like they were staring straight through her clothes and he enjoyed what he was seeing. She cursed the sexy underwear she had underneath...she was positive that he knew she was wearing them.
She felt like hurling.
Chapter Three
“Nice to see that you’ve dressed up for me,” Dahlin sneered; she refused to think of him as Jeffrey. “Never mind, you won’t be wearing that for long.”
Emma whipped her head around to look at him and watched as he settled into the backseat of the car, before he proceeded to ignore her.
Bastard!
What the hell had he meant about not wearing her clothes for long? If he thought he could get her out of them, he could think again. No way in hell.
Huddled as close as she could to the door, she watched the buildings whizz past with the speed they they were traveling. She tried to hold the panic welling in her stomach at bay.
Where the hell was he taking her? She should have asked before they left her apartment so that Janie would have known. Then again that couldn’t have guaranteed that was where he would take her.
“Emma,” he said abruptly. “We need to talk about tonight.”
“I’m not going to sleep with you.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “There will be no sleeping involved.” His eyes slid to her chest, which caused her to fidget because it felt like he was trying to see through her dress to the lace and silk concoction she was wearing beneath.
The urge to punch him in the mouth had never been as strong. Instead of sinking to his level, she smiled, although forced, and added, “I’ll be blunt then. There is no way in hell that this dress will be coming off. There is no way in hell that you are going to have sex with me. Is that clear?”
His jaw tightened with anger, but she held her ground and waited for his comeback because there would be one. There always was.
“Tonight,” his fist clenched on the seat beside him, “we are going to my club, and I expect no damn funny business from you. You act like a lady and as though you want to be there, otherwise, the deal is void.” His dark eyes chilled her to the bone.
