Chapter 17: Grace

Oh God...his words are so dirty.

I refuse to admit that I want him.

Although I'm willing to bet he already knows. From the first moment I saw him in the elevator, I'm sure he knew that I was his for the taking. I'm like a puddle of goo around him.

Even when I should resist him, I can't.

Trying to salvage a few scraps of my pride, I lie through my teeth. "No, I don't want that."

Even though I can no longer see his face, I hear the amusement in his voice. "Is that so, bella?"

There's that endearment again.

He's so sure of himself.

His confidence shouldn't be such a turn-on. Using all my willpower, I free myself from his arms and step away from his warm embrace.

I hope the distance will help clear my head.

His arms drop to his sides as I spin toward him. As always, his beauty knocks me off-balance. He's so tall that I have to crane my neck to look him in the eyes. A deep sensuality shimmers in them. They all but scream sex. Everything about him does.