Page 20 of Trapped In You: A BWWM Romance

In my chest.

In my heart.

He’s the epitome of a dangerous predator.

Big.

Lean.

Sharp.

Eyes as cold as steel.

Tension builds in my shoulders. He stops in front of me, his cold presence overshadowing everything in the room and making the giant space feel as cramped as a shoebox.

As I squirm, Hawk lifts one arm and flicks two fingers.

Immediately, the guards turn on their heels and leave.

I glance longingly back at them. For all their shoving and pulling, I felt much safer when they were in the room.

Come back.

They keep walking.

I slowly drag my attention forward.

Hawk is there.

Watching me.

I look away. There’s a deep, instinctual part of me that fears him.

Not just physically.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

His liquid blue eyes sear into me with the power to grab my heart and crush it like a bug. I sensed it earlier. As soon as my eyes met his, I felt a gravitational shift. As if I’d been plucked out of my dream and now I was in his.

But that’s impossible.

I rule this place. This is my head. If I jump up and slap his face right now, he wouldn’t be able to stop me.

Hawk chuckles. “You look like you want to kill me.”

The elevator doors rumble shut and silence settles on the room.

I’m alone with a dream.

Or a nightmare.

Hawk grabs the arms of my chair. Leans in.

I waffle between annoyance and admiration as I stare at his face.

He is truly beautiful.

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