Page 40 of Killer Kiss

I scowled at him. “No, thank you.”

He raised one eyebrow. “No? You didn’t come here for a private show?”

Damn that fucking heat flushing through me. Was thirty-three too early to be going through menopause? Maybe I could put the inferno inside me down to that instead of a reaction to the man standing in front of me.

But all I could think about was the sort of private show he did in here. That inferno engulfed me like a wildfire. “I was just leaving,” I spluttered, striding for the door, my face burning. This was so embarrassing. I clearly needed some time alone with a vibrator.

Because I did not do this. I slept with men on occasion, just to try it out, but it was never satisfying so I always ended up taking care of myself.

I was never attracted to any of them. I barely knew what the feeling was.

Whatever was going on here with Augie was highly unsettling, and I needed a minute to recoup.

Augie wasn’t giving it though.

He stepped in front of me, and I stopped just short of slamming into the solid wall of his chest.

Thank God, because with the way I was acting, I probably would have tried burrowing in there and inhaling him.

So fucking embarrassing.

“Get out of the way, Augie. Let me by.”

He snorted, like I’d said something ridiculous. “Don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re the one who broke into my house. You’re the one poking around my bedroom. You didn’t seriously think I was going to let you just walk out without so much of a word as to why, did you?”

I blinked. In the overwhelming surprise of him catching me off guard, I’d actually forgotten I’d done any of that. The bug was still there, a reminder of my mother, and Riddick, and the job I came here to do.

Now would be the perfect time to kill him.

Except my gun was in my car, so if I killed him now, I’d have to do it with my bare hands.

That wasn’t smart with a man Augie’s size. I was a tall woman, but he was bigger than me in every way. If he saw me coming, he’d be able to overpower me.

Images of him grabbing my wrist and catching me around my waist popped into my head.

Him throwing me onto the bed.

I blinked hard.

Jesus fuck, there was something wrong with me.

The silence between us dragged on, and I realized he was waiting on me to answer him.

“Let me go, Augie.” I tried to shove past him again.

Stupid move.

Stupid, stupid move.

In a second his fingers circled my wrist, hauling me back and then following up with his body. He crowded me, forcing me back into the room and to the wall, my spine meeting the drywall.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he pressed against me, pinning me in place.

His grip on my wrist was tight, but not painful as he dragged my hand up the wall, securing it above my head.

I breathed hard, curling my fingers around the bug so he wouldn’t see it.

But he wasn’t interested in what I was trying to conceal in my hand. His icy-blue eyes were fixed firmly on me.

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