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I caress the side of her face. She unconsciously leans toward my touch. “Because I don’t usually want to fuck my friends.”

Chapter Five

Kami

He’s so close. How tempting he is with his warm touch, hard body against mine, hypnotic eyes, and convincing voice.

Stop it. This isn’t real. He’s trying to get inside your head.

I admit, the gifts he sent surprised me. I never thought a man could actually remember the details of a conversation, much less my name. I don’t know whether to feel flattered—or scared.

Maybe losing myself in him just a bit longer is what I need.

I feel exposed like I did standing naked in front of him, yet I don’t seem to care. What is wrong with me? Are my girl parts so disconnected from my brain, they’ve decided to grow a mind of their own?

Ian keeps his gaze locked on me, melting me with those hungry, hazel eyes, yet he hardly touches me at all. Why isn’t he touching me?

I wish he would.

No. I need to keep my head screwed on straight and tamp down this need to climb him like a jungle gym.

“That sounds”—I struggle to get my words out—“like ayouproblem.” The way I say the words doesn’t have the effect I was hoping for.

Damn him and his hypnotic powers.

“Did you like the gifts I sent you?” he asks again softly.

I enjoyed waking up every morning to the scent of those beautiful flowers. I’ve been wearing this beautiful bracelet often. And wearing the perfume has become part of my daily routine.

Somehow in my haze, I manage to find some semblance of my brain. “This isn’t about the gifts.”

“I think they’re part of the conversation,” he retorts.

“What do you mean?”

He gently wraps a hand around my right wrist, lifting it up to eye-level. The bracelet he gave me is in full view. Shit. I forgot I was still wearing it.

“Because you’re wearing one of them.” He takes a deep breath as though smelling something. “And I can smell the other on you.”

“How do you know it’s not just me?” My mind flashes back to when I quickly sprayed myself down in that heavenly perfume before leaving for the party.

“I just know.”

I try to pull away, but his firm hold doesn’t budge.

“I picked that scent because it made me think of you.”

I need to get some distance from him. Fighting against him has become like fighting an invisible enemy. Impossible and unrealistic. “Why are you doing this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Suddenly, a loud ring goes off from inside my corset.

My phone.

Pulling the device from the middle of my tight bodice, I look at the caller ID.

“What the hell?” I mutter before answering the call. “Sofia?”

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