After Emily’s conversation with her sweet coworker, she couldn’t help but wonder whether her anger was justified.
Sure, Theodore was keeping her captive in his estate, but he was doing it for her own good - to protect her, he said and she believe him.
“Is everything okay in that little head for yours, dorgoy?” Came his teasing as he started to undress, uncaring of the fact that she was still there.
“Peachy,” she said as her eyes remained glued to his broad chest.
“Want to cup a feel?” He then asked crudely.
She gasped in outrage at his words, but felt her heated core throb nonetheless.
“Rude,” she drawled, rolling her eyes. “You’re not all that, you know?” She was lying to goad him… and they both knew it.
“Really, dorgoy?” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischie
