Page 27 of Enforcer's Obsession

My head was starting to pound, and again I felt a surge of adrenaline, one that I knew would leave me jittery, even more so than I already was.

“Well, you could answer truthfully,” he said.

“Okay, so in that case, you interrupted my sleep. If you could call it that.”

“What would you call it?” he said.

“I wouldn’t say I fell asleep so much as lost consciousness from the shock of being kidnapped by some brute.”

He chuckled, the sound smooth, deep, and I stood from where I had been jammed in the corner, suddenly realizing my vulnerability.

I felt my neck start to flame with annoyance, emotion I knew there was no place for.

But I’d rather him slap me than laugh at me.

“Why are you in here?” I asked.

“That’s your question instead of asking me why I won’t let you go?” he said.

He was standing there, looking as impenetrable as a brick wall.

I couldn’t help but notice the way his shirt molded to his body and hating myself for it.

Couldn’t deny it either, though.

But it was of no matter.

He was as vicious as the goon, maybe even more so.

I was sure of that.

He wasn’t as traditionally handsome or as well put together as the goon either. The goon had a level of refinement that this man didn’t. And I hated myself for that element of edge so appealing.

But what I noticed and how I reacted to it didn’t change my reality.

No matter how much I wanted this wild, dangerous man to kiss me, I needed to get out of here.

I refocused on the man. “If I asked you to let me go, would you?” I said.

“No,” he responded.

I wasn’t even disappointed.

I had known his answer, which was why I hadn’t bothered to ask the question. Something I pointed out to him.

“That’s why I didn’t ask. Because I knew the answer,” I said.

He lifted one corner of his mouth, though his expression was not exactly what I would call a smile.

“So are you going to answer my actual question now?” I said a moment later.

“And what’s that?” he said, that little not smile still on his face.

“Why are you in here?”

He shrugged, his massive shoulders making the casual move look ridiculous.

“The answer should be obvious. This is my bedroom,” he said.

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