Page 68 of Broken Daddy
Which was something she noticed rather keenly as he grabbed her once more by the arm and tugged her next to him.
Ouch.
Sure, she was grateful that he stopped her from falling over, but did he have to also bruise her?
Then again, a guy like him probably got off on leaving people with bruises.
“What are you?” she grumbled. “Like six-foot-ten and three hundred pounds?”
“I’m six-foot-three and two hundred and twenty pounds,” he replied dryly.
“You sure?”
“Last time I checked, yep.”
“Maybe the scales were off.”
“Are you calling me fat?” he asked in a low, dark voice that had her heart skipping a beat.
Right. She had to remember who this guy was. He was the creep who had been watching her.
“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied smoothly. “Why would I watch you? You’re literally nothing to me.”
Well, she guessed that was true.
And if he was a liar, he was a good one.
Of course he’s a liar!
She could not trust what he said. Her arm was still throbbing from where he grabbed her after he was the one who frightened her!
Come on, Devi! You need to be more careful than this.
“Well, ouch,” she muttered. “But I guess that’s true.”
“Are your feelings hurt, Mouse?” he murmured. “Did you want to mean something to me? I have to warn you, I have a habit of breaking my toys.”
“You’re a psychopath, aren’t you?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.
Great. She was stuck out here with this maniac and no one would come running if she screamed.
“I wouldn’t start screaming if I were you,” he told her.
And he could read minds? She had the worst freaking luck. A seven-foot three-hundred-and-fifty pound psychopath was watching her like some creepy creep!
“I am not seven feet tall nor am I three-hundred-and-fifty pounds!”
Jesus. He was really good at reading her mind.
“And if you screamed that would make you a bad toy. And bad things happen to bad toys.”
That sounded . . . terrifying.
“You know you sound like a villain in a Bond movie, right?” she told him, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
She thought she did a pretty good job, even if she was trembling like a leaf.
