"Nobody told me how hot scars and tattoos make a man."
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Rebecca cleared her throat and kept her head high. "How many times do I have to say it before you can understand that I am not your maid? You're holding me prisoner and I won't yield to your desires!" She spat out at his face.
Diego suddenly closed the space between them. She instinctively took a step back but his hand was already around her neck.
He pulled her back to himself and a gasp escaped her lips. She stared wide eyed at him but her fear didn't come true. She already prepared herself for the pain of being strangled but his hold around her neck, as firm as it was, was gentle. Far from hostile.
He stared into her eyes, his face was so close to hers. A little too close that she began wondering if he wanted to kiss her.
