He lunges for me.
I yelp and jump to one side, but he’s too fast. He catches me easily, grabbing me in the steel vise of his arms, and takes us down to the mattress.
He lands on top of me, pins my arms over my head, and gives me his full weight, trapping me.
I don’t bother trying to struggle. I’d probably just dislocate something, and it wouldn’t work anyway. He’s far too strong for me to escape. So I simply lie underneath him, breathing hard and glaring up into his smug, handsome face.
Looking down at me, he says, “You are, by far, the most beautiful goddamn woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“And you are, by far, the worst liar I’ve ever met. You should get a trophy. Biggest Bullshitter Alive.”
“So angry,” he breathes, moistening his lips.
Crap. I’m turning him on. What’s worse is
