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Kat closes her eyes, and swallowing her pride, walks forward. Michael tips his head, looking at her ass, and smiles. “Well, I hope she’s as good as she looks?”

“Oh, I’m sure she’s going to be exactly what I ordered.”

Chapter 12

Kat hears the click as the door shuts and her heart stops. She can’t move and taking a deep breath closes her eyes, waiting for Darius to speak. When he fails, she gathers her courage and turns around.

“So… say something.”

He looks her up and down and his face remains expressionless. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Yeah, um, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but…” She swallows nervously, folding her arms across her chest and covers her breasts. “Look, I know how this must seem but… well, it’s not… What I mean is I… I didn’t… Oh hell.” She stammers so much that she sounds like QT. “Look, I can explain, I drank too much… Way too much, and well… I thought it might be fun to see the look on your face. Sorry… I should go, right?”

Feeling embarrassed and awkward, she’s not sure what to do, not helped by the fact he still doesn’t say a word—just stands there looking her up and down, staring. She tries to step past, but his large muscular body blocks her exit. “So, are you going to let me go or not?”

“No. I can’t.”

“You can’t?” She laughs nervously. “You can’t let me go? Darius, c’mon please this is already embarrassing enough. Just let me leave and we can forget this ever happened.”

“No, I can’t just let you go out there. What I mean is you need to earn your money.”

“What the fuck?” Her mouth drops open in shocked disbelief. “Sorry? I need to earn my money? Is that a fucking joke? All right, I’m going… Now let me past!” She pushes against him, but he holds firm, not letting her get to the door.

“No. You were the one who came here and I’m serious; I can’t let you go out there without the money.”

“Oh, you’re so fuckin’ funny… Hilarious, not!” She pushes against him, trying to reach for the door handle. “Darius, please… Just let me go. I told you it was a joke and now I realize I shouldn’t’ve come.”

“No, you shouldn’t. But…” he smiles, “you did.”

She looks up, staring him in the eyes. “I know and honestly… I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. As I said I had too much to drink and… well, I just felt like doing something a little crazy. I’m sorry, really.”

“Oh, I know why you came.” He smiles. “You came because you want me to fuck you.”

His insanely arrogant attitude stings and taking a deep breath, she steps back. Inside her head, Luna mocks her for being such a ‘stupidfuckin’fool’.

“Really? No…” She scrambles to think of an argument to counter his claim but she can’t. “Actually yes… Yes, that is what I wanted but not anymore.” Her head drops, shamed by the truth of her statement.

He smiles and he can see how uncomfortable she is. “You do know this can’t happen between us? You and me, can’t happen.”

“Yeah, sure. Yeah, I get that. Because of Digby, right? I mean, you won’t do it with me, because of him, and I shouldn’t with you because of him.”

“Maybe… But we still can’t be together.”

She frowns, confused. If she’s reading him right—which is highly unlikely given what an enigma he is. He seems to be saying that Digby’s not the reason he won’t sleep with her. “I just thought, after what happened in my office, well, I thought you wanted to… have sex with me? Is this an alpha wolf full-moon thing? Because if it is, then that’s totally fine—that’s all it has to be, and I won’t mention it again. Shit… I can’t believe I just said that. Hell, this moon has gotten me totally insane.”

He stands silently looking her up and down and then stepping forward he pulls her hands away from her chest and smiles. “I have to say… you look amazing.”

“Really?” She can feel her cheeks fill with red excitement. She grins and hesitantly touches his arm. Her hand gently gliding over the sleeve of his crisp dark-blue shirt, she whispers, “Well, I’m here now… so who would know?”

He steps closer and pressing his chest against her, he forces her backward away from the door and stares, transfixed by her breasts, gathered in the confines of the purple lace bra.

Kat holds her breath, not sure what he’s doing—one minute he’s rejecting her, the next teasing. But whatever it is, it’s turning her on. “So, do you want to fuck me or not?”

“No.” He grins. Then brushing his lips against her ear, he hushes his voice and whispers. “But I do want to make you cum.”

She can’t help but laugh, nervously wondering if he’s playing with her, tormenting her for daring to come here. “So, does that mean you want to or not?”

“Is that what you want me to do—fuck you?” He stares into her eyes as they dart back and forward, he tries to get a read on her. “Did something happen between you and Digby tonight? Is that why you came here?”

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