Oh God...his words are so dirty.
I refuse to admit that I want him.
Although I'm willing to bet he already knows. From the first moment I saw him in the elevator, I'm sure he knew that I was his for the taking. I'm like a puddle of goo around him.
Even when I should resist him, I can't.
Trying to salvage a few scraps of my pride, I lie through my teeth. "No, I don't want that."
Even though I can no longer see his face, I hear the amusement in his voice. "Is that so, bella?"
There's that endearment again.
He's so sure of himself.
His confidence shouldn't be such a turn-on. Using all my willpower, I free myself from his arms and step away from his warm embrace.
I hope the distance will help clear my head.
His arms drop to his sides as I spin toward him. As always, his beauty
