TRIXIE'S POV
"There is absolutely no 'business' to get down to," I snapped, trying to ignore how fast my heart was thumping against my ribs. "You are just going to take a shower and get the hell out of my house."
Hunter didn't even argue. He just gave me a slow, infuriating nod. "If that’s what you want, princess."
But before I could even take a step away from him, he stepped in. In one smooth motion, he scooped me up in his arms again, my designer bag dangling precariously from my wrist.
"Hunter! Put me down! I have perfectly working legs, I can walk!" I yelled, kicking my feet.
He ignored me completely, carrying me right up the grand staircase like I weighed absolutely nothing. He marched straight into my bedroom, walked over to the bed, and laid me down gently against the plush pi
