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He corrects himself. “What I did to you.”
“You’re not used to saying you’re sorry.” Being that rich, an only child, he’d probably never had to.
“Is it that obvious?” Again he quirks his lips. The man does terrible things to my insides.
“You’re as uncomfortable with it as you would be drinking this champagne out of a plastic cup.”
“For you, I’m willing to try.”
Oh God.
My heart flips. I’m coming undone.
“For you, I’m willing to try.”
I’m really coming undone.
He lowers his hand slowly, without ever touching me, even though I’m reacting as if he had. “You haven’t asked. So I won’t.”
I should be relieved. But a feminine, needy part of me wants to step into his hands, melt into his mouth, drown in his ruin. I want to let him devour me whole.
“Ms. Hollis?”
Does he feel it too? This excruciating push-pull inside me? The distrust tangled up with want?
“Seraphina?”
He says my name like a promise. Like a plea.
In a suit, he’s a powerhouse. In jeans and boots, that dark henley clinging to his broad chest, outlining every sculpted line I want to run my fingers over, he’s masculine temptation.
I’m under no illusions.
I know exactly what he is and who he is.
If I give him what he wants, he’ll devour me and walk away, leaving me emptier than before. When it comes to him, I’m a storm crashing straight into the sea, knowing I’ll be swallowed whole but helpless to stop the collision.
Clutching the stem of my cheap wineglass, I tip my head back, searching his eyes for some mercy he’ll never show.
His gaze sears me alive: hot, dark, unyielding. The air between us pulses with an almost unbearable tension. He’s ready to take. And ready to give me everything I’m too afraid to ask for. But I have to say it first. And I know once I do, I’ll never be the same again.
“Tell me what you want, Seraphina.” His voice is a velvet growl of hunger, mixed with something that sounds like hope.
This matters to him. Why, I have no idea. But it does.
My breath stalls. My heart slams against my ribs. My hands shake.
He leans in closer, filling my vision, becoming my entire world.
“And tell me in explicit detail.”
Chapter Twelve
Seraphina
His words wrap around me like silk and barbed wire. “Tell me what you want, Seraphina.” He says my name like it’s the answer to every unspoken question I’ve ever asked.
My pulse is a frantic drumbeat in my chest. The bubbles from the champagne are making make me dizzy, or maybe it’s just him—the way he stands there, every inch of him coiled, waiting for me to answer.
