Xavier Grayson said, "Time to change the dressing."
Chloe Bishop replied, "Then go back to the bedroom. This is the kitchen."
Why would he come to the kitchen for a dressing change? The medical kit wasn't there—and why had he locked the door?
She caught the dangerous glint in his eyes and tried to slip past him, but his arm shot out and caught her waist. His cool breath fanned her face. "I'm still hungry, though."
She'd poured all the wontons down the drain.
She looked at the man before her—his face carrying a dark, seductive edge. Her heart pounded. "What else do you want? I'll cook something for you."
"What do you think?"
She felt his grip tighten around her waist, and she was lifted onto the counter. Her face went pale as she braced her hands against his chest.
But her resistanc
