His body stays inches from mine, tension coiled between us.
“Yes,” I lie.
He chuckles. Low. Rough.
It vibrates through the tiny dark space.
“You want to play with fire?” he asks.
My breath shudders.
He leans in—mouth at my ear, voice molten.
“Try me.”
Everything inside me goes molten.
My knees weaken.
Heat erupts low in my stomach.
This man is dangerous.
Deadly.
And not even a little sorry.
His hand lifts like he might touch me?—
but he doesn’t.
He stops just shy of my hip.
Hovering.
Teasing.
A whisper from contact.
I hold my breath.
He drops his voice even lower.
“So here’s how this is gonna go. Next time you pull an alarm? It better be real. Or I’ll come back in here and finish what I’m starting.”
My entire body tightens.
“What…what are you starting?” I manage.
His eyes darken.
“You tell me.”
I choke on air. “I’m not— I don’t?—”
He presses his other hand on the shelf above me, caging me in.
The closet shrinks.
