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Looking into his darkly dangerous eyes, I had a second to make a decision. I could play the heroine in my very own make believe love story or I could get this over and done with quickly. This wasn’t going to end with happily ever after. I was fooling myself if I thought for a second that he wanted me for anything but my body.
“On what you want,” I finally answered. The smile never left my face. I tried to keep it sweet and innocent. “I’m here to make you happy aren’t I? I’m on this yacht because you wanted me to be.”
“Taylor.” His voice held a note of warning.
“Excuse me. I’ll be below if you need me. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your reunion with your friend.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. I couldn’t help it.
For a moment his eyes widened. But he didn’t ask me to stay. He didn’t call or come after me.
The asshole just nodded his head.
* * *
He didn’t come after me at all. And that shocked me.
I was trapped in the cabin I had woken up in. Even if the door was open and I was free to move around the boat, I was still trapped because I didn’t want to leave and find out the reason he hadn’t come to me.
I knew why he hadn’t. I didn’t need the visual proof.
I was his prisoner, so I shouldn’t feel jealous but I did. I couldn’t help it.
Laying on my stomach on the bed, I screwed my eyes closed and tried to banish all the intrusive thoughts I was having.
I was his prisoner, not his girlfriend.
One night of passion and then a kidnapping did not make us a couple. I knew that, but I couldn’t shake the green-eyed monster that was taking me over.
“Are you asleep?”
I froze. The bed dipped as Judge sat on the edge.
“Taylor, did you fall asleep?” His fingers slipped up under the t-shirt on my body. Tracing up my spine.
I shivered. I couldn’t keep up the pretence of sleep when he was touching me.
“Are you still feeling bad?” Up and down, his fingers swept, setting my skin alight.
“No.” I didn’t move. If he wanted to tickle across my back, I wouldn’t stop him.
“Then you are mad at me?” With hands so gentle that it was hard to imagine them taking someone’s life, he turned me. Rolling me onto my back, he continued to touch me, trailing his fingers up and down between my breasts.
I wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to touch me, either. But I wouldn’t enjoy it.
I wouldn’t…
“Are you jealous, Taylor?” He chuckled.
My head snapped in his direction. “No,” I ground out.
His chuckles turned into full-blown laughter. “Oh, that is precious.” Shaking away the mirth, his hand crawled across my breast. “You have no reason to be jealous.”
I didn’t answer him.
“Taylor,” he said, cupping my breast, and my lips fell open in a small moan, “you have no reason to be jealous.” Dipping his head, his lips found my throat. He peppered my skin with lingering kisses. Each one was sweeter than the one before. “Vivian is just a friend.”
“That you’ve had sex with,” I said before I could help myself.
Yanking down the soft material of the t-shirt, his lips found my collarbone. “I am not having sex with her now. The past is the past.”
