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Leave. Leave now, Wren.

Please stay.

I won’t be able to stay away… I’m a liar.

No, I will let you go. I’ll have to.

You need to leave.

Wren’s fingers are white from digging into the leather of my chair back.

My jaw is tight as I grit out, “Go, Wren… If you want to go, go now.”

She swallows once more and shakes her head. Her voice is raspy and sexy as she says, “I’m not going anywhere, Blaze. Idon’twant to go and I’m in control of my own life.”

With my eyes locked on hers, I reach behind me, locking the door. Her eyes widen, but she lifts her chin in determination. She’s so gorgeous.

God help me…

Chapter Eight

Wren

I’ve lost mydamn mind. The Louisiana heat has gotten to me. I must be having a heat stroke. That’s the only reasonable explanation for what’s happening.

No, I can’t blame the heat. I can’t blame anything except me and Blaze. The feelings he awakes in me.

This is quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m not leaving.

It’s the middle of the damn day and we both have jobs… this is utter insanity.

But, walking out of this office right now seems like a crazier option.

My eyes stay locked on Blaze’s as the click of the lock seems to echo in the small portable office. My heart is racing. I can hear it and I can’t help but think that Blaze must be able to hear it, too. His eyes seem to echo his name. They’re blazing. I can no longer see anything but his pupils. They seem to pulse.

His voice sounds like pebbles bouncing over limestone; it’s so gravelly. “Last chance, Wren. If you’re smart, you’ll tell me to unlock that door and let you out.”

His voice and words only stoke the fire that’s been burning since he came back. My skin feels hot. All over. My blood has been replaced with liquid, molten desire in my veins. Every nerve ending on my entire body feels electric and as the air from the window unit behind me wafts over me, goosebumps pop out from my head to my toes.

Blaze takes a few steps and stops in front of his desk. His hands are clenched so tightly that his knuckles are bright white. “Wren… I mean it.”

I know he does.

I’ve never been into extremely manly men. “Me man. You woman. Pound my chest to show I’m a man,” has never excited me.

Until now.

The authority and last hint of restraint in his voice has me wanting nothing more than to fall back and let him do as he pleases with me.

That is so not me.

Blaze makes me want to give up control though.

For so long, being in control was the only thing I had after my school years. Now, I just want to push it away and bury it.

Raising my chin, I say as clearly as I can with my heart beating in my throat, “I’m not leaving, Blaze. I have no desire to.”

His nostrils flare as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. He inhales and exhales deeply before his eyes once again lock on mine. “Whatdoyou desire, Wren?”

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