Smith
Smith
Thank god. I thought that buffoon was never going to leave. I can only hold my breath for so long, and this i***t had pushed me to my limit.
Thank god.Still, I didn"t move too quickly. I moderated the air coming into my body so no one would notice the slight rise and fall of my chest. Warmth flooded me at the vehemence of Mal’s threat.
I’m going to strip your skin from your bones and watch you bleed.
I’m going to strip your skin from your bones and watch you bleed.Not exactly poetry, but I’d take it. Maybe Mal wasn’t as indifferent as he’d seemed.
I"d never had a man be so protective, so concerned about me. Sure, I"d worked with partners before, but I"d not made the mistake of sleeping with any of them. I’d had Colleagues. Acquaintances. Casual friends.
I kept my work ou
