Page 55 of Restrain Me


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I blink at the spider who’s eyeing me like I’m its next meal, then I let out a scream that can probably be heard in Paris.

I dart out of the shower and grab my hairbrush so I can whack the monstrosity.

The door slams open, and Max bursts into the tiny bathroom, his gun held ready at eye level.

I point at the wall and shriek, “Kill it.”

His eyes dart between the massive spider and me, then he lowers his gun and states the obvious, “You’re naked.”

I get the heebie-jeebies, doing a little dance as I keep pointing at the spider. “Kill it. Kill it. Kill it.”

Max switches off the faucets, grabs hold of the spider with his bare freaking hand, and stalks to the window, where he tosses it outside.

With the threat to my life dealt with, a shiver rushes down my spine, and the intense fear fades.

Max turns around, and when his eyes sweep over my body, the realization hits that I’m butt-freaking-naked.

An overwhelming sense of self-consciousness fills me with embarrassment, and I wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

He stares at me with the grimmest expression I’ve ever seen, making me feel even more self-conscious about my body. Honestly, I’m a little scared of him right now.

Suddenly he stalks forward, and as I stumble backward, his hand grips my hip, and I’m shoved hard against the wall between the basin and the toilet.

A startled breath explodes from me, then Max leans down until our breaths warm the small space between our faces.

Dear God and all that’s holy. Is that desire in his eyes?

His jaw is clenched, his gaze burning into mine, and the moment is so freaking charged that I can feel it rippling over my skin.

My heart hammers against my ribs, and I begin to tremble, unable to tear my eyes away from his as my desire for this man builds into an inferno in my abdomen.

The anticipation is next level, and I’m about to beg him to fuck me.

His fingers dig into my hip, and just as I think he’s going to kiss me, he pulls away and stalks out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jesus.

I slump against the wall, gasping for air while disappointment fills my chest.

It takes me a solid minute to catch my bearings, then I hurry to get dressed in the clean T-shirt and shorts. A tremor racks through my body, and I wrap my arms around my middle, unsure what to do now.

Do I go out there and pretend nothing happened?

Do I confront him?

Was that really desire I saw in his eyes?

Jesus, Camille. The man had you pressed up against a wall. He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t feel some kind of attraction.

Okay. I’m going to play it cool. We’re both adults.

He saw me naked. Like all of me. Naked!

Calm down.

I take a deep breath, then unpack all the toiletries to buy myself some time.

You survived people trying to kill you, you can survive Max seeing you naked.

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