Page 110 of Chandelier Sin
“At times.”
“And yet you stay.”
“Are you recording this?”
“How long have you known about my sister?”
“I didn’t. Not until he mentioned it. I’m so sorry.”
He grunted and it sounded like suppressed heartache.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I said. “From what I heard.”
“Close the blinds.”
I spun that way. “Why?”
“Do it.”
I strolled over to the window and pulled down the blinds, casting the room in shadows.
Turning, I faced the camera, facedhim.
“Take off your dress.”
“With the camera on me?”
“It will prove you trust me.”
“You’ll use it as leverage.”
“Maybe.”
This man made my hands tremble. Faltering, I questioned if this was a colossal mistake.
“Eve,” he chastised.
“Fine.” I slipped off my summer dress and let it fall to the carpet. “You’re no different than the others.”
Standing in my underwear, I felt naked before him. My lacy braand panties were pretty enough, but dangerously enticing. I hated him for this, but even as the fury settled in the pit of my belly, my body responded with a shocking arousal, causing me to exhale in a rush, pleasure surging, breasts swelling—and between my thighs, a deep pang of need.
“Much better.”
“You have the advantage now,” I said bitterly. “Satisfied?”
“With you, never.”
“You don’t take me seriously.”
“I take you very seriously, Mrs. Roper.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Well, that is your name.”
“Things are never as they appear.”
“Sounds like denial.”
