Chapter 35
Anna
Duncan's words hit me like a slap. A deal?
My breath caught in my throat as I forced my gaze to remain steady on his. He stood there, tall and commanding, his bare chest rising and falling in slow z deliberate breaths.
Every inch of him exuded confidence, the kind that made men dangerous men and women reckless.
But I wasn't about to be reckless. Not again.
"What kind of deal?" My voice came out stronger than I intended for it to.
Duncan's lips twitched, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "I want you in bed, Anna," he whispered.
I knew it was coming but I didn't expect it to be so blatant, to be so crude.
"You are joking." I blurted out.
His eyes narrowed.
"Do I strike you as a man that jokes around, Anna?" He asked, his expression now unreadable as he
