Moist desire rushed to pool between her legs. She
swallowed and attempted nonchalance. “I didn’t. My computer shut down. It was
weird.”
Selleck snorted. “Liar.”
“I don’t lie.” She summoned the righteous indignation
that usually flared so easily, but the defense mechanism wouldn’t materialize. Shoving
against his chest, she tried to force him back. “If you think that of me, maybe
you shouldn’t have come here.”
“Quit with the act.” Gentle fingers traced her tight
jaw. “You don’t have to be tough for me, only honest.”
With a quick slap, she knocked his hand aside.
Obviously, the wine and food had nothing to do with his impact on her. “I’m
really getting sick of you telling me what to do. If you’re so special, maybe
you should go fuck yourself.”
Anger snapped in his eyes even in the dim light. His
hand closed around her throat. Steadying her without choking, he lifted her to
her toes. “I don’t think so.” He leaned in. The press of his body holding her
to the wall took the strain off her neck and legs. “See, that’s your job and
you’re going to beg me for the privilege someday soon.”
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