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Heat flushes my cheeks. I jerk my chin up to find him watching me with his lips curled in a smirk. The smirk I hate and love. The smirk that makes me want to throw something at him. Then throwmyselfat him.Argh, get a grip on yourself.I tip up my chin and square my shoulders. "I’m ready."
His grin widens. Then he leans forward, slips his hand under the hem of my dress, and cups my pussy.
I gape at him, too shocked to move. Too shocked to say anything, and…Oh, my god, why does it feel so good to have his hand on that most intimate part of me?He cups my flesh, and I automatically widen my stance. His eyes flash. He slides my thong aside, and crams one finger deep inside me. Heat crackles up my spine. My knees threaten to buckle. I sway toward him when he pulls out his finger, brings it up to his mouth and sucks on it. “You sure are.”
Then he pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his finger on it. "Shall we?"
* * *
"So, what is this event about?"
"Are you really interested in finding that out?" he drawls.
I lock my fingers in my lap. "If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have asked."
"It’s the V & A Ball. Although I’d think, for someone like you, all of these events are the same—a chance to dress up and parade yourself in front of other men."
I turn to face him. "Why are you being so unkind?"
"You know why."
My heart squeezes in my chest. "Is there any chance we can get through this evening without you reminding me of the past?"
He holds my gaze, then nods. "One evening."
I swallow, and despite everything, hope blooms in my chest. "Thanks."
"Don’t thank me yet, Sparrow. I know of other ways to cage you without having to resort to those specific tactics."
That sensation of possibility instantly dissolves, leaving a knot of hardness in its place. I hold that stunning heterochromatic gaze of his for a few seconds, then turn to gaze out the window of the limo. It’s a different car from the one he dropped me off in yesterday.Is it his? How many cars does this man own? Do I even care?
He raises the barrier between the front and back seats, enclosing us in our own private little space. A space that’s beginning to feel too full of him, a space that smells of his smoky spicy scent, a space that thrums with unspoken emotions. The silence stretches. My nerve-endings feel like they're going to snap at any moment. When my phone vibrates, it’s a relief to reach for the device and pull it out of my bag.
Unknown number: You can run but you can’t hide. I love you. I’m coming after you.
I stiffen.How did he get my mobile number?So far, I’ve only received his messages in my social media DMs and I promptly blocked the sender. This is the first time I’ve received a message on my mobile number. I bite the inside of my cheek.It can’t be the same person who’s been messaging me via my DMs, right? Probably not. It doesn’t mean anything that he’s messaging me directly on my mobile phone. It doesn’t.I delete the message and block the number. When I glance up its to find Cade staring at me.
“Who’s messaging you?” he growls.
I square my shoulders, “None of your business.”
His jaw tics. “Let’s get one thing straight, Sparrow; everything about you is my business.”
I hold his mismatched gaze. The silence stretches. A beat, another. A bead of sweat crawls down my spine. My heart seems to drop into my stomach, and my nerve-endings stretch. When I finally lower my gaze, he makes a sound of approval.Dominant jerkass.
“So, who was it?” he asks again in that hard voice.
“Just a girlfriend.” When I glance up again, he surveys my features. I must sound and look convincing enough because he nods.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Wankhole!I slowly shake my head.
“Beautiful," he offers.
Heat flushes my cheeks.A-n-d why do his compliments make me feel so good? I must be starved of attention. That’s the only reason. This is what happens when you don’t date and prefer to focus on building your career.I look away again, then back at him.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
