DEMETRIA
Marion kept staring at me after my little jab. That look in his eyes… it should scare me, but instead, it stirred something deep inside me. I’m turned on. When he once joked about spilling another man’s blood if I dared go on a date, I laughed it off in my head. But now? With his jaw clenched, eyes dark and unyielding. He wasn’t joking anymore.
And I couldn’t tell him my “date” was Anastasia. Where would be the fun in that?
“Since you’re busy, I’ll leave now.” He finally stood and pulled me into his arms. His embrace sent tingles dancing through my body, and the cedarwood cologne clinging to him made my head spin. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, and damn it, I swooned.
“Good,” I said defiantly, masking the warmth spreading through me.
He chuckled lowly. “I need some of your co
