He traps me between the fridge and his body. He’s not even touching me, but he might as well have me in chains. I feel paralyzed. Like I can’t move until he gives me permission.
“If anything happens to me tonight, those two cops have seen your face,” I point out. “I’m guessing neither one of them works for you.”
I frown. “You can’t be as powerful as you claim to be.”
“Care to test that theory?” With a devilish smile, he takes another step towards me. I twitch back so hard against the fridge that I hear things toppling over inside.
“What’s that expression on your face, Jessa?” he murmurs, reaching up and tucking a stray lock of hair back behind my ear.
“Disgust,” I spit, but the word doesn’t come out anywhere near as forcefully as I intended it.
His smile only gets wider. “Disgust,” h
