Page 145 of Positively Pricked
Belowthosemuscles, his abs formed a perfect six-pack, tight and lean against the waistband of his expensive slacks.
For some reason, I recalled the only other time he'd given me such a glimpse. Onthatday, I'd been standing on his doorstep, looking to chew him out for getting me fired. At the time, he'd been wearing a swimsuit and hoodie, unzipped far enough to hint at what was underneath.
Even then, I'd found it difficult to look away, in spite of the fact that I loathed him with all my being.
This posed a terrifying question. Did I still loathe him?
I knew I should, especially after what I'd just learned.
But it wasn't loathing that was making me stare.
It was something else. But what?
Lust?
No. Or at least, that wasn't all of it.
Even in my distracted state, I knew one thing for certain. It wasn't his glorious body, as stare-worthy as it was, that made my knees wobble and my breath hitch. It was the look in his eyes, dark and possessive, like a silent promise to destroy anything that tried to claim what was his.
Funny, I'd always known that about him. He never gave up anything, and he had a ruthless streak a mile long. But to have any of this apply to me, well, it was a concept that I couldn’t seem to wrap my brain around.
Even as my thoughts swirled, Istillcouldn't look away.
But apparently,hecould.
He pulled his gaze from mine and looked toward the crowd. His jaw tightened, and his gaze grew ice-cold. Was he embarrassed? He didn't look embarrassed.
But hedidlook pissed off.
With a muttered curse, he moved away from the elevator and strode straight toward me like a man on a mission. In those few short seconds, time stood still, and I held my breath, dying to see what he'd do next.
Take me into his arms?
Kiss me like there was no tomorrow?
Whisk me away to someplace private?
I waited.
For nothing.
Becausewhatdid Zane do? He kept on going, striding past me like I didn't even exist.
Wordlessly, I watched as he then moved past the crowd and disappeared around the nearby corner, heading back to wherever he'd come from.
I stared after him. What on Earth had just happened?
I had no idea.
But I intended to find out.
