“He’s my personal trainer,” I said immediately.
“You f**kin’ him?”
My eyes rounded and I instantly answered, “No!”
“He wants to f**k you.”
“He does not. We’re friends.”
“He does.”
“No he doesn’t.”
“Yes, Ava, he does.”
“Step back.”
He didn’t step back, he came closer, or more to the point, brought me closer. Both arms wrapping around me, he hauled me tight against his body.
“You just earned a preview of tonight,” he told me, face so close his mouth was nearly on mine.
“I don’t…” I cleared my throat and that pissed me off because it made me sound scared. I was scared, I just didn’t want to sound scared. “I don’t want a preview.”
“Too bad.”
“Luke.”
“You’re gonna be in my bed and not like last night. I’m gonna give you a taste of me and I’m gonna take more than a taste of you.”
Ho-ly, f**king, shit.
“Luke,” I repeated.
“One thing you need to know, while you’re sharing my bed, I don’t share your body.”
At this, I blinked, thinking I saw red film covering my eyes but he went on before I could say a word.
“Until we’re done, however long that takes, no one touches you, not even to kiss your goddamned forehead. Got me?”
Um.
One, two, three… oh f**k it.
“You are f**king kidding me,” I snapped.
“Not even a little bit.”
“What about Sandra?”
“Sandra is gone.”
“Her food is in your fridge!” I yelled.
“She’s gone.”
“Have you told her that?”
“Not yet, but she’s my next visit.”