Page 95 of Ruined Vows
He’s quiet. And damn if that’s not worse than talking.
“You always fly like this?” I ask, keeping my tone breezy.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re trying to seduce your enemies into surrender.”
He tilts his head. “Would it work?”
I swallow.Goddamn him. He knows it will work; otherwise, he wouldn’t have done it.
“Not on me,” I scoff.
He grins like he doesn’t believe me. “No. You’d seduce me first. Then leave me bleeding.”
I arch a brow. “Don’t tempt me. I packed heels sharp enough to puncture a lung.”
His eyes darken, and suddenly there’s nothing between us but air that’s charged with something electric and far too dangerous to examine.
“Did you pack them for me?” he taunts.
“I packed them because I plan ahead.”
“For battle?”
“For escape,” I deadpan.
His gaze dips to my legs, then back up—slowly. He’s making a point as he undresses me with his eyes, and I hate how hot that makes me.
“I don’t think you’re running anymore,” he says.
“Oh? Well, it’s tough to do when we’re at thirty thousand feet. Do you have a treadmill?”
He chuckles. “I think you’re here to see how far you can push before youletyourself fall.”
I laugh—sharp and dry. “That’s cute. You think I’ll fall.”
He leans forward just slightly. “Everyone does eventually.”
I feel it. The gravity of his words. The pressure.
And this plane suddenly feels smaller than it should.
I grab my water, hoping the cold will keep me from doing something stupid—like asking what he’d do if Ididfall.
He watches me drink like I’m feeding his libido with every slow swallow. I set the bottle down with too much force.
“What’s the plan when we land?” I snap.
He smiles. Not kindly. “You’ll see.”
That’s it.
You’ll see.
Which is code for, “You’re at my mercy.”
But he’s wrong if he thinks I’ll go down easy. I may want him. I may crave him. But make no mistake, I will notloseto him.
