Page 75 of Planned Seduction
Then instinct took over and she fled, running for the safety of her car, desperate to put distance between herself and them.
“You idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot!” How stupid was she? Why hadn’t she considered the fact Daniel might have company?
Her stomach felt queasy. She’d been right all along. Daniel had wanted his freedom.
How did she get her thoughts so mixed up? Daniel wasn’t in love with her.
Hadn’t she learned anything about men? They always moved on. Daniel especially. He was the king of moving on. Why should it be different with her? Because a three-year-old told her so?
The inky blackness of night obscured her vision, and she stumbled over something on the footpath. Damn it, why weren’t there any streetlights?
Tears sprang to her eyes.
Don’t cry. Not yet. Wait ’til you get home.
She tried to unlock her car, but she couldn’t seem to get her fingers to work properly.
A hand clamped around her wrist from nowhere, and she dropped her keys.
“Amy, damn it, wait!”
Daniel was behind her, trapping her between the car and himself.
Oh God.Her defenses were down. She was vulnerable. She couldn’t face him like this.
“Leave me alone.” She tried to pull her arm out of his grasp. Her efforts were futile.
“Calm down.”
She’d found him with another woman and he was ordering her to calm down? Rage replaced her shock.
“Let go!” She thrashed against him.
“Not until you tell me what you’re doing here.” His grip was a steel vise.
“I’m trying to go home,” she bellowed. “But. You. Won’t. Let me.” With her free arm, she elbowed him in the ribs, hard.
“Shit!” He winced but held tight. “That…hurt.”
“Good.” She lifted her arm to strike again, but before she could deliver another blow, he grabbed her other wrist and thrust himself forward, wedging her against the car.
She couldn’t move.
“Don’t scream again. You’ll wake the neighbors.”
She tried to wriggle her way out of his grasp, grinding her butt against him. He didn’t budge, but his response was unmistakable. His erection grew and lodged between her buttocks.
Hypocrite.
“Let. Me. Go.”
“Quit struggling.” He released her wrists and grabbed her hips, stilling her efforts.
Her body screamed in awareness. The last time they’d been this close, they’d made love.
“Quit holding me prisoner.”
“Just as soon as you tell me what the hell is going on. Why did you come?”
