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She shook her head, unable to speak. Her throat was bone dry, her tongue thick.
“Yet you sound so certain about why I come here. You think I’m avoiding my family?”
“I think you’re avoiding something,” she whispered.
He stood, surprising her, his body instantly dwarfing Isabella’s.
“Why?”
Again, speech eluded her.
“Is it not possible that I simply enjoy my own company?” He moved again, so there was no space between them. Her breath hitched in her throat.
“You don’t think I might come here just to work and be alone?”
She shook her head, her eyes latched to his. They were darker than the night, and she felt as though she were drowning in their depths.
A shiver ran the length of her spine; not of fear but of hope and need.
His hand on her wrist shifted, moving to her hip. She gasped, the touch sending sparks of desire all through her body.
“You seem to know so much about me,” he drawled softly, danger in the syllables. “It seems only fair that we redress that balance.”
Her eyes held a plea. “How?”
“Do you want to sleep with me?”
She gasped again, a quick rush of indrawn breath. “Gabe…”
“Afraid to answer?” He lifted her sweater, so his finger connected with bare flesh. A shiver of awareness spun through her.
He pressed a finger to her lips, holding her eyes, a hint of mockery in the depths of his. “Don’t answer, if you wish, but do not lie to me, cara.”
She groaned softly. The truth was so obvious; did she need to own it?
“What do you think?”
His lips twisted cynically. “I think you have no idea who I am,” he said, after a moment. “Despite what you might believe.”
A shiver ran through her. “Why do you say that?”
“Because if you did, you’d run a mile.”
“So you don’t sleep with women?” She pushed. “You’re celibate or something?”
His laugh was a harsh bark but he didn’t step back from her and she was grateful, even though his proximity was making it impossible to breathe.
“I sleep with women. Many women, whenever the mood takes me.”
A blade of jealousy sliced through her. She blinked away, the heavy sense of rejection wrapping around her so it was almost impossible to breathe.
“I have no difficulty getting laid. But you’re different.”
Her heart trembled.
“Why?” A whispered plea.
“I don’t know.” His lips curved downwards in a frown. “I know only that resisting you is driving me crazy.”
