CHLOE
I step back, away from him, wondering what the hell I'm doing in his penthouse anyway.
Rage bottles up inside me, my lower lip trembles as I spit at him. "No way. If you brought me here to have s*x with you, sorry, you've got the wrong girl. You can't lure me with food, or with...with your charm and hospitality..." I rant.
"Hey, hey. Calm down! I never said I was going to have s*x with you," he holds his hands up in front of him, "I was only teasing you, okay? I told you before, I don't force myself on women."
My scalp prickles with shame. It just shows that I don't trust him and still believe the worst of him.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have said that," I cover my face briefly with my hands, the guilt consuming me, and when I open them, his ocean
