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“Yes, yes, of course. What do you want to know?”
“Don’t interrupt me again.”
“Sorry.”
Every part of her body trembled under his scathing gaze.
“I warn you, I’ll know if you’re lying, and hearing a lie pisses me off even more than being interrupted. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Mr. Moretti.”
“Mr. Moretti. Good. Manners,” he remarked, his voice softening as he sat beside her. “You just earned a brownie point, but only one. Let’s get down to business. You were in my private club. Who let you in?”
“No one. I mean, I was there, but no one let me in.”
He paused. “You’re sweating up a storm,” he muttered, lifting a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and sliding it over her face. “Is the heat getting to you?”
“The sun hates me,” she replied, unnerved a second time by another abrupt change in his attitude.
“Such pale skin,” he continued, cupping her chin. “Blue eyes. Yeah, I can see the sun would be a problem. I bet you burn.”
“Yes,” she whispered, still amazed he could be so threatening one minute, and tender the next.
“I see it on your shoulders. Didn’t you put sunscreen on?”
“Uh, I, uh, I forgot.”
“Bad girl,” he said sternly, dropping his hand away. “You were telling me how you were able to get inside my club?”
He’d made her head spin, but his bizarre behavior had also helped to calm her nerves. Wondering if that’s why he’d been so erratic, she took in a long breath.
“So, uh, I found the back door in the alley where the kitchen staff takes out the trash, and just snuck in behind someone.”
“If you followed someone in, why didn’t they see you?”
“As soon as he walked inside, I raced up and put a piece of cardboard against the door frame so the door wouldn’t close all the way. I went in when the coast was clear.”
“Clever, but you’re a very bad girl, Steph.”
“I wish you’d stop saying that.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, that was just a thought. I didn’t mean it to come out.”
“Do you know what I do to bad girls?”
A chill pricked her skin.
“Answer the question!”
“Uh, no.”
“I don’t just own a BDSM club for the money, though it’s pretty fuckin’ good.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, staring at him.
“Back to my questions. I don’t believe you’ve taken all the chances you have for a photograph. What else are you after?”
