What do you mean how does it feel to be attracted to someone you don’t like?
Do you really have to ask?
Seriously?
Another smile curved over his lips, and it was still lazy and mocking. “If it’s that bad...then that just speaks of how much you want me.”
Her mouth opened and closed.
H-how dare he?
B-But—if she were being honest...
“You probably won’t want to hear this...”
Oh, that tone of his was insufferable, and it had her wishing she could just shove him off the nearest cliff so, so bad!
“But while it’s true that you’re different from most other women...you’re still like all other women where it matters.”
ARGH!
If only her hands weren’t tied.
If only!
Then she would take pleasure in slapping his—
Swoosh!
She was momentarily distracted from her thoughts when he herded her into the library’s roating glass doors, and it was when they had stepped into that strange in-between space—sealed between glass walls, and they were alone for just a moment where no one could hear—
That was when Paul leaned close, his lips deliberately brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “I know what you want to do to me.”
W-What—w-why was he making it sound so sordid like that?
“And I give you my word: once we’re inside my car, you can do whatever you want to me.”
Argh!
The words—the sheer insanity and unnerving accuracy of his words—had Andie tripping over her own feet as they emerged from the doors.
Oh, if only she could just run away from him.
If only!
But standing in front of her was yet another obstacle—
“Evening, Ms. Jackson!”
Butch stood beside a sleek black limousine,looking every bit the proud employee in his crisp driver’s uniform as he grinned at her.
All she could do was smile weakly as he opened the door to the backseat.
“Told you we’d see each other again,” he said.
“You did indeed, Butch.”
It was the only thing she could manage. And all she could do was grit her teeth as she slid inside the limo—and Paul followed her in.
