Page 29 of The Boss's Temptation

“Katrina,” he growls darkly.

I laugh coldly. “What?”

He glares at me. I’m standing right in front of him now. But he still towers above me.

“I don’t like games,” he growls.

“You think I’m playing games?”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re playing. That’s my fucking problem with it,” he snarls. “You want to know if I fuckingwantyou?” He snaps. He looks down into my eyes. I tremble at the heat in that gaze.

“You’re goddamn right I do,” he snarls.

I gasp and tremble at the savage tone in his voice.

“But I don’t know what you are,” Micheal grunts.

“I’m your wife,” I whisper.

He eyes me. “Or a Trojan horse.”

I purse my lips. I glare back at him. “So you think I’m a spy?”

He shrugs. “I’m not sure what to think.”

I stare at him, feeling furious and hurt. “What, you think I’m here to fucking seduce you or something?”

“Are you?” He snaps.

I glare at him. “Like a plant? Like I’m a fucking spy here to get into your bed and get your guard down?”

Micheal glares down at me. “The innocent virgin routine?” He snaps. “The broken cottage window? This little seductress act?” he growls.

I balk. “Excuse me?! And just what are you implying that I am?”

His eyes harden. “I think you know.”

I clench my teeth and glare right back at him. “No, why don’t you tell me, Micheal?”

“I’m just saying, if the shoe fits…”

Without even remotely thinking it through, I slap him, hard. Instantly, the entire mood changes. All my fire extinguishes out of me. All of my bravado and angry confidence drops. I pale in horror and bring a hand to my face.

“Oh my God…” I gasp quietly. I start to back away from him. My heart is racing as he turns back. His cheek is red from my hand. His eyes are glinting dangerously. What the fuck did I just do?

I turn, and I run. I flee from him, across the pool area. I can hear him behind me as I bolt for the closest shelter, the pool house. I crash through the door. I turn to slam it shut and lock it against the mob kingpin storming after me. But he’s too fast. I gasp and shriek as Micheal comes charging into the pool house after me.

“I’m sorry!” I blurt, backing away from him. He glowers at me, his jaw tight. He kicks the door shut behind him and storms over to me. I gasp as his big hands grab me tightly. He pushes me back until I hit the wall behind me. His huge, muscled frame and big hands pin me to the wall.

My heart races. I look up into his fierce eyes. But suddenly, I don’t feel afraid anymore. I’m not scared of him. I want him, badly. And even I can see the same desire etched his face. I can feel it in his grip. I can feel it in the thickness throbbing against my bare tummy.

“Micheal…” I whisper.

“We’re not doing this,” he snarls quietly. He shakes his head. But it’s like he’s trying to convince himself, not me. And he doesn’t let go of me or back away. “Not again,” he growls. “Wecannotdo this, Katrina.”

“Then take your hands off of me,” I whisper.

He growls. His nostrils flare with his breath. “Stop tempting me.”

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