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The first thing I notice is the current of attraction running between us.
Is it one-sided?
The attraction is quickly followed by an urge to touch her.
Lifting my hand, I brush my finger along her jaw. Her lips part in response to my touch, but I can’t read her eyes.
Do I like this woman?
Yes.
The realization has me pulling my hand away from her.
Her voice is soft as she asks, “Is something wrong?”
Yes. Something is very fucking wrong. This was not supposed to happen.
“Fucking, Franco,” I mutter.
This is because of the seed he planted when he mentioned I should marry her.
She shakes her head, a frown forming on her forehead. “I don’t understand.”
Moving away from her before I do something I’ll regret, I walk out of the kitchen and head to my bedroom.
I slam the door shut behind me, and pushing my fingers through my hair, I suck in a deep breath.
What the fuck do I do now?
I begin to pace up and down in front of the bed while I process my newly discovered feelings.
Sure, I’ve liked a woman before, but never one I planned to keep for the rest of her life.
Do I take Franco’s advice and marry her? A forced marriage worked for Angelo, and Vittoria learned to love him.
Yeah, but he didn’t make her life a living hell. Angelo did everything in his power to win over his wife.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my heart beating faster and faster. “I have to stop caring about her.”
It’s still in the early stages. I can just stop liking her.
I hide in my bedroom until I’m sure she’s done cooking and eating, and by the time I open the door, I’m dead sure I’m in control of my emotions.
You’re her kidnapper and nothing more.
You’ve got this.
I continue my little pep talk as I head down the stairs, and when I reach the kitchen, a breeze draws my attention to the open sliding doors in the dining room.
Seeing Skylar leaning over the glass railing of the balcony, my heart stutters in my chest, and I lunge into action.
I grab her from behind before she can even try to climb over and haul her away from the railing.
“Jesus!” she gasps.
It takes no effort from me to force her down to the floor while making sure I don’t hurt her in the process.
My fingers wrap around her neck to hold her in place, and with my heart hammering in my chest, I growl, “What the fuck are doing?”
