A chill raced up my spine. When I didn't turn around, the voice came again, this time with a lazy drawl.
"Honey, where do you think you're going?"
I didn't dare look up. All I saw was a pair of gleaming leather shoes coming toward me. Above them was an expensive, impeccably tailored suit, every bit as refined as the man wearing it.
The shoes stopped right in front of me.
The next second, my feet left the ground. By the time I blinked, I'd been thrown into the back seat of a Lamborghini.
Danger radiated off Adrian, filling the space around me.
"You're leaving?"
I lowered my eyes. "No."
"No?"
He pinned my wrists above my head and bound them tightly with rope. The privacy screen slid all the way down.
"You put a fake in my house without telling me, and you expect me to believe you w
