The world shrinks.
There is only him.
“Relax, sweetheart.” His voice is a caress.
“If I wanted to touch you, I already would’ve.”
My thighs clench.
“And if you wanted me to…”
He pauses long enough my heart stops beating.
“You would’ve asked.”
I can’t speak.
He leans back slowly, dragging his gaze over me like a brand. “Thought so.”
He steps away, opens the closet door, and lets sunlight burn away the darkness.
Before he leaves, he glances over his shoulder, eyes blazing.
“You’re trouble,” he says. “And I don’t have time for trouble.”
But he looks at me like he wants to make time.
Then he walks away, bootsteps echoing down the hall.
I sag against the shelf, breath shaking, heart in my throat.
Something just happened.
Something big.
Something I should definitely run from.
But when I step out of the closet, the first thing I do is search the hallway for him.
And the second thing I notice is the way his crew watches him—teasing, knowing, whispering like their captain hasn’t acted like this in years.
I smooth my hair and try to gather myself.
My first day was supposed to be simple.
Instead?
I accidentally set off a fire alarm…got cornered by the hottest man alive…and apparently ignited something I can’t put out.
Great.
Perfect.
Welcome to Devil’s Peak.
Chapter Two
Saxon
