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His piercing stare claims my body, not hiding the fact he’s undressing me in his head. In a second, he has the power to make me feel naked, plunging into my soul.
The words of Nina crawl back into my head.“Get him to talk. He’s just a man.”But Aaron isn’t just a man. The media portray him as a predator. He makes women his conquests for the night, they’re devoted to him while he doesn’t give anything back.“Find his weakness, try to get the interview by any means,”she ordered.Others have tried, he remained without empathy, scaring them away, which gave him the headline of theheartless racer. Many magazines have contacted him, and yet he has refused them all, not caring for bad press. No, you can’t trick a man like Wolf.
The only thing you can hope to have from him is his attention. And he gave it to me. But I fear what I’d have to do to keep it. Wolf has some sort of power emanating from him. A darkness I wanna lose myself in, and that terrifies me. That unwanted attraction is playing to my disadvantage.
He could be some kind of Greek god, but I’m a mortal.
And gods used mortals. Not the other way around.
“Elle.” The way my name rolls off his tongue, so sweet and soft, makes me feel sultry. “Shall we make this night better for both of us?” He gets out of his seat before leaning toward me, his elbow on the bar.
“You’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you?” I tilt my head, my heart pounding, realizing I’m playing in the big leagues now.
He closes the distance between us and I get up abruptly from my seat, overwhelmed by his impressive six-foot-three height. Even standing, my five-foot-seven looks small and vulnerable. Our chests almost connect, the electricity between our bodies sparking. His Adam’s apple popping up. He is all man. All power.
“Always,” he whispers.
I swallow, ignoring my desire to drown in my misery, ignoring an attraction I shouldn’t indulge. “Well, I certainly can’t give you what you want.”
“You’re wrong. You can give me exactly what I want,” he says as an affirmation. A certitude he’ll claim what he is looking for.
“I believe the contrary, Mr. LeBeau.”But you, you could be the answer to all of my problems.I pull away from him, taking a step back. I’m experiencing a duality, two parts of me fighting. Fear and desire. Saving my job or escaping my past.
A satisfying, wolfish smirk appears on his face. “Interesting.”
“What?”
“You. You are interesting.”
Resisting him makes the hunt even more enjoyable for him. He will test my limits, my boundaries, my ability to resist my own lust. The game has just begun. And neither of us is willing to lose.
“Probably because I don’t have any romantic interest toward you.” I’ve never been the type of woman to reply back, to look for confrontation. I’m a good girl. The one who plays by the rules, the polite and docile one, but it seems like Wolf brings out a new part of me.
“Liar.” He sips his drink before his azure-blue gaze pierces me again. “You want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you.”
I mumble an incomprehensible comeback. I’m not aroused by his words—no, it’s worse than that; his direct sincerity creates an obsession in me to find out. It’s like he has bewitched me, placing new cravings in me. Cravings I can’t allow to exist.
“I’m here on business. I’m a writer for Celebrity Magazine.” He lifts an eyebrow. “My boss sent me here to write an article about you. I’ve been meaning to interview you all day.”
His expression changes radically. The playful look in his eyes is gone, his jaw clenched.
He turns his back to me and asks the bartender for another drink, a brutal silence rising around us. I knew it. My only choice was to go directly to get what I want from him—before he takes what he wants from me. After all, an interview is supposed to be a manipulation, a calculated risk between a certain degree of sexual tension and knowing your boundaries. And clearly, my boss—and I—overestimated me by thinking I could be the bait. I thought I had healed. I thought I could get back to the person I once was. I was wrong.
Aaron isn’t stupid enough to share his life just by the sight of a potential lay. The man could lay every woman in this room. But he suddenly turns back, his burning gaze on me. “What about you? Would you like to get to know me?”
“Yes. It would help my article to have your cooperation.” I struggle to speak, knowing he isn’t referring to this level of intimacy. He caresses his lower lip with his finger, destabilizing me. He knows he is in a situation of power, and the only thing I’m left with is begging. “My future is on the line with this article.”
He beholds me with a rare intensity, his eyes roaming over each of my curves, inspecting me closely. “I’m not here to dig dirt about your past. It’s only to glorify your bachelor status for a women’s magazine,” I keep justifying myself. But yet, nothing. He remains cold as ice, merciless, a lone wolf who doesn’t care about anyone. I’m lowering myself at his feet for his own amusement. He won’t help me.This is stupid.
“I can’t do this,” I grumble to myself.
I grab my bag harshly, fully deciding to call it what it is—my downfall, a night of humiliation. I just want to leave. I can’t keep holding on to false hope. I’m rushing away from the bar when something stops me.
His hand clutches my wrist, his breath near my nape. He slides his fingers into the center of my palm, making my heart hammer across my chest. I turn to face him, the tantalizing feel of his touch proving an electric attraction linking us.
“Maybe I can help you.” Aaron takes one step closer, I take a step back and hit the wall behind me. His hands trapping me against the wall, he leans toward me, wetting his lips. No escape. “I usually hate gossip. I’m very… private.”
“Why do you want to help me, then?” Legs weakening. Breath quickening. Lips begging. He is too close, too sure of himself, too dangerous.
