My hands are trembling. There’s a good chance I’m about to fall off this stool. I moisten my lips and whisper, “Then maybe you should let me go right now. It’s probably best for both of us.”
Blue eyes glittering, he says in a throaty purr, “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
The way he’s looking at me makes my heart pound and my stomach clench. I feel trapped. Panicked. Gripped by a sudden and overwhelming urge to bolt, like a mouse that knows there’s a hungry cat creeping up behind it.
So I do the only thing I can think of.
I jump off the stool and run.
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eclan catches me before I’ve gone twenty feet.
He tackles me from behind. We crash to the living room carpet. He rolls on top of me.
Then he kisses me, hard and hungrily, his mouth fused to mine.
The fear I feel is ov
