Page 35 of Bitten By Desire
A chill ran down my spine.Fuck.I knew that feeling. “Callum?” My voice trembled. I didn’t know if I wanted it to be him or if it would be better if it was the chainsaw guy.
There was no response.
But I heard another crunch.
I spun around and Callum was standing there, scowling at me.
I took a step back and he took a step forward. My back hit the haystack.
He lifted his hands and placed them on either side of the haystack, caging me in. “Stop. Following. Me,” he practically growled. He let one hand fall, like he was expecting me to flee at his warning.
For just a second I was transfixed by his golden gaze. But then his words finally registered in my head. “Me? You’re the one that keeps staring at me.”
“You were on display for everyone tonight. If you didn’t want spectators, you should have kept your legs closed.”
“Excuse me?”Fuck you.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, Edith…”
I slapped him. I couldn’t help it. He was saying rude things and getting my name purposely wrong just to piss me off. “It’s Emma.”
He didn’t seem at all phased by the slap. He just lowered his eyebrows at me, fixing me with his hard golden stare.
“And I know you’re Callum Walsh,” I said. “I went to that party at your house ten years ago…”
“That’s not my name. I said it once and I’ll only say it once more. You have the wrong person. So drop it.”
“I don’t have the wrong person. You and I…”
“Wewhat, Emma?”
The way he said my name made me swallow hard. “We…did things.”
“What things?”
Was he toying with me? Wanting me to say the sinful things out loud? Or was I really so forgettable? “We had sex, Callum.”
He looked pissed off that I’d called him that again. “No. We didn’t.”
I went to slap him again, but he caught my hand.
His cold touch made me shiver.
“I gave you one free pass,” he said. “But you’re not going to want to hit me again, Emma.”
“Or what?”
His Adam’s apple rose and then fell. It looked like he wanted to kiss me. Or kill me. I wasn’t sure which. And I was probably crazy, but I was not letting this go. I didn’t care how pissed off he was. I was angrier than him.
“I know you remember that night,” I said. “You took pictures of me. I stripped and you…you made me feel…” I didn’t want to finish that sentence. I didn’t want him to know how much I loved it. How I compared everyone to him. “And I never do stuff like that. I know you remember. You have to remember.”
He shook his head. “You never do stuff like that, huh?”
“No.”
“You really expect me to believe that you’re so innocent? You locked eyes with a stranger while another man’s fingers were in your pussy.”
I really wanted to slap him again. “You’re not a stranger,Callum.”
