Page 11 of Tempt Me
She purses her lips but then says, “Oh. Serial killer, they convicted a while back. Why?”
“He has escaped from Glenridge.”
She blinks. “We are near Glenridge.”
“No shit. Hence why the warning on the radio.”
She crosses instantly to the window and peers out. “He’ll be out there somewhere.”
“Scared?”
She turns back to me with a scathing glare. “Please. You know who I am.”
Rising, I move over to the door and slide the bolt across. “Just in case.”
“Youscared?”
“Only if he busts in here with you dressed in next to nothing and what that will force me to do to him.”
Her eyes light up at the thought of violence. “Maybe we should leave the door wide open.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t, and you get dressed.”
Crossing back to my chair, I’m not in the least bit surprised when she doesn’t but climbs onto the narrow bed and bounces up and down a bit. Leaning back, she gazes at me speculatively. “Aren’t you going to ask about what I said in the car?”
“What did you say?” My heart is thumping. I know exactly what she said, and I’ve been trying my damnedest not to think about it.
“About spending time away from my parents.”
“Did you plan this?”
The question catches her off-guard for a second. “I wish I had control over the weather, but no.”
“And what about your fiancé?”
Her brow furrows. “Who?”
That gives me pause. “Antonio Broden.”
Her mouth forms a moue of distaste. “Oh, him. What do you know about that?”
“That you are getting married in three months.” It hurts my heart to say these words. I don’t understand why she is making me discuss this.
She snorts derisively. “Well, we’ll see about that. You see, that is all my parents doing.”
“An arranged marriage?” I murmur.
“Bingo. Can you believe it?”
Okay, that makes a whole lot of sense about why she’s acting like she isn’t engaged, but she is a force of nature. Why is she taking this when she could fight it?
“Hmm.”
“Oh, that’s right. You’ve met my parents, so you can totally believe it. Forget about him. It was my birthday yesterday, and you didn’t give me a present.” Her slight pout stirs my cock. I was holding it together quite well until then.
“Happy birthday.”
“That’s not what I wanted.”
