Page 24 of Lethal Infatuation

The chatter and sound of soft music was drowned out and it felt like the only people that existed right now was the two of us. I swiped my tongue across my lower lip and shook my head. His eyes flicked to my lips for a split second. The movement ever so quick.

"I have no reason to avoid you," I said.

"Is that so?" He cocked an eyebrow. The sound of his voice travelled all the way from the top of my body to the tips of my toes. "You're a bad liar."

Another step.

"Why would I lie to you?" My nipples pebbled against the fabric of my dress, a mixture of heat and coldness travelled through me.

Another step.

"I don't know, you tell me."

"I have to get back to the party." I dismissed him and took a step forward, but he blocked my path. His bicep brushed against my nipple and I gasped softly.

"I'm still talking to you," he said coolly. "It would be impolite to walk away while we're in in the middle of a conversation."

I glanced downward, watching his hand twitch. "You're right." I forced a smile. "Where are my manners?" I finally looked up at him. We were so close to each other, but it still felt like there was a barrier between us.

Neither of us wanted to touch the other. "Why don't we have this conversation on the balcony?" he suggested.

I shouldn't have agreed to it, but something deep inside of me couldn't resist. I nodded slowly, dragging my eyes to his lips. My gaze lingered on them for a few seconds before I cleared my throat. "Lead the way."

The underlying tension clouded my vision, blinding me in the process. We definitely had unfinished business, but I didn't want to face the inevitable. When we reached the door that led to the balcony, he unlocked it and slid it open for me.

My back faced him when I heard the soft click of the door closing and the sound of the lock being put in place. The sheer curtains prevented anyone from seeing us, but we could see them.

"Sit," he ordered, but I remained standing.

"Are you always so demanding?"

"No," he responded nonchalantly. "Are you always so stubborn and inquisitive?"

"Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll consider your requests." His jaw ticked and he interlinked his fingers, his elbows resting on his thighs.

"I'm not the type of man who asks nicely, I take what I want." My heart nearly exploded at the double entendres. "So you can sit willingly or I'll make you."

Since the moment I first laid my eyes on him, the attraction was instant with every interaction thereafter had intensified that feeling. His threat sent shockwaves directly between my thighs and I clenched them together before taking a seat in the chair opposite him.

Every sense in my body was heightened, becoming sensitive to his presence. "Between the two of us, I'd say you're the one that requires manners." I referred to what he told me at the club.

I'll teach you some manners, though.

He scoffed, narrowing his eyes at me. "I see you've become quite familiar with Ares."

"I don't understand how that concerns you. Besides, I was just being polite," I scoffed.

"Oh,nowyou know how to be polite?" he questioned sarcastically. "Understand this: everything you do concerns me."

"Why?" I asked bitterly. "We're not in a relationship."

"Yet." His voice was low, venomous, and dangerous. My lungs suddenly felt as if there was no oxygen being pumped to it.

"You don't even know me," I spat. "You're behaving like a damn maniac. This isn't normal."

"Mikrí petaloúda." His accent was more prominent when he spoke in the foreign language. "Nothing about me is normal."

"Clearly," I scoffed. "You're crazy."

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