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“Bullshit.”
He lets me go but doesn’t move away. “If I can get into your place, then anyone can. I’m going to be where you are. Shadow, remember?”
“You—” I stop and struggle to breathe in slow and steady. I’m not going to win. I’ll keep fighting him, but I’m not going to win in his trying to clip my wings and tie me down to his side. At least not right now. So, I just let that go. “How did you get here before me? You were still there when I left?”
His smile is slow and smoking hot. And the flames curl low in my belly. “I don’t follow the rules.”
“Or obey them.”
“Same thing, sweetness.”
I suck in a breath. “You sped here. Where’s your car?”
“In your garage.”
“How? It’s locked.”
He holds up a device, it’s the one that opens it. “And you broke into my car.”
“Not me. My men, on the other hand . . .” Christian shrugs. “I do what’s needed.”
Everything in me is jumbled, and I’m on the edge. It’s like whatever he shook apart in me won’t slide back into place. I try and step back from him, but my feet wobble.
“Go home.”
“Hey.” He catches hold of me. “Not going to do that.”
“I know. You’re impossible. Maddening.”
“So are you.”
We stare at each other, and it’s a stalemate. I can’t find it in me to fight him, not right now. I look down. “I’m getting a drink, and I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll join you.”
My gaze snaps up to his. “You can have a drink, but you’re not sleeping with me.”
“Who said a word about sleep?”
Before I know what he’s doing, he pulls me into his arms and catches my mouth with his.
The kiss is a slow deep one, and it’s like drowning in his world. In the night, in sex, in him. And I kiss him back because I can’t help myself. This man is gifted, and he’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He can make worlds disappear. Make things twist and morph so everything is just him and the pleasure he holds if I reach out and take it.
But I don’t.
Somehow, I find the strength to pull free. “Don’t.”
“No?”
“No.”
He lets me go and steps back. “So, let’s have that drink, and you can tell me all about the drug situation.”
* * *
Christian just listens. He is standing in my open plan living room, in front of the floor-to-ceiling fireplace that’s not lit because it’s warm out. He holds his drink and listens.
I tell him about Ellie, about how some of the other girls have whispered about drugs. I tell him how there’s a no drug or booze or sex policy, how I have in their contracts random drug testing.
