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“I came here to talk some sense in your brain if I can.” He tosses the brochure to the floor and sits up, patting the side of the bed next to him. “Come join me. We can relive some memories. Maybe improve on them.”
“You disgust me.”
He doesn’t. He makes me salivate, makes me wet and aching between my thighs, and makes my heart dance in my chest.
“And I want you, sweet Sarah.” He doesn’t get up, just sits, watching me, his dark amber eyes fire of desire. “You. Not Willa, not anyone else. Not until we’re done with each other.”
“And when will that be?”
He shrugs. “I’ve no fucking idea, but the way I seem to feel around you, the way I can’t get enough of all your honey and spice, well, I’m thinking that might be a real long time.”
I try and think of a rebuttal, but right then, I can’t find the words.
“Come here, Sarah.”
His voice beguiles, but I don’t move. No matter how much I want to.
“How,” I ask, sticking to the safety of the first question, “did you get in?”
He sighs. “Told them I was your fiancé and this was a surprise.”
“And they just . . . what? Let you in?” My eyebrows rise.
“I can be extremely charming when I want.”
“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” I say softly. “You can charm anyone, anywhere, anytime.”
“Not you. You fight me like a demon. Every fucking step of the way. It’s frustrating as hell and a turn on. Why are you here, Sarah?”
“Getting away from you.”
“Didn’t work.”
I swallow. “You have all these words, and they sound so good, they’re designed to get your way, but I think you only care about conquest. And playing me. I know what I saw.”
“You saw what you wanted, Sarah. I didn’t do shit with Willa. Fuck me, I’d never.”
“Because she’s fucked about as much as you?”
He frowns. “No. I’m not one to judge who a woman sleeps with or how many partners she’s had. This isn’t the Middle Ages. I wouldn’t because she’s after a ring and she’s lacking in self-respect. She doesn’t give a shit about me any more than I do about her.”
“Let’s say she was hot in your books.”
He shrugs. “Hypothetically, she’d have to appeal to me beyond looks. And she doesn’t.”
“If,” I say, “she did?”
“Christ, Sarah. If she were hot and the thing I’d go for? No. And certainly not now.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Call her.”
“I’m not calling her. I don’t care.”
He laughs softly. “Yes, you do.”
I do, and we both know it.
