Page 76 of Driving Him Wild

frozen.

‘Miss Mortimer? Would you like me to pick you up?’

My gaze darted wildly around the bedroom, the place I’d experienced fulfilment such as I’d never

known. When I glanced back at him, Jensen was striding forwards, his jaw set, but appeal in his eyes.

It wasn’t a request I could grant. Not without disappointing him eventually, hurting us both.

‘Yes. Please come and get me. Hold on a second.’ I held the phone out to Jensen. ‘Can you tell my

pilot how to find me, please?’

He took the phone from me, but didn’t raise it to his ear. ‘I thought we were going to talk about

this?’ he hissed. ‘Make other plans—’

I shook my head. ‘No, we weren’t. The storm was going to let up eventually. And I was going to

leave. You know that.’

‘Graciela,’ he gritted out, stormy shadows moving over his face. ‘This isn’t done. Stay.’

Every cell in my body screamed with the need to say yes. I shook my head harder. ‘What’s that

going to achieve? You’ve wrung me dry. Be content with that.’

‘Content? You think downstairs was about me being content?’

I stopped him before he could carry on, my gaze shifting to stare pointedly at the phone. ‘I’d rather not do this with someone eavesdropping.’

A muscle ticced in his jaw, but slowly, he lifted the phone to his ear and coolly recited his

coordinates to my pilot. Then he disconnected the line, tossed the phone onto the bed and fixed

determined eyes on me.

I pre-empted him before he opened his mouth. ‘I’m not going to change my mind, Jensen.’

‘We have at least an hour before the chopper gets here. Are you planning on not talking to me in that time?’ he taunted.

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

I hurried to the closet where he’d placed my weekender. Snatching whatever personal items I could

locate within easy reach, I mentally dismissed taking things like my toothbrush and the toiletries

scattered around his bathroom. They were easily replaceable.

Plus, moving around meant I didn’t have to acknowledge the hard, painful knot in my belly that

grew tighter with every second.

‘Why the sudden hurry, Graciela?’ Jensen asked, his voice deep, throbbing with challenge.

I didn’t want to look his way, but, God, I couldn’t help myself. His arms were folded as he lounged against his bedroom wall, his stance deceptively calm. But his eyes gleamed with purpose that stated he wasn’t about to let me leave with a dismissive wave and a hollow promise.

‘What are you talking about?’

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