forced awake. I cross my arms. “I’m not a girl. Don’t call me beautiful.” “Men can be beautiful. I am, for one.” He winks and grabs my wrist, forcing me to uncross my arms. “Your arrogance knows no bounds.” “You love my arrogance.” “Keep dreaming.” “You love the way I look at you,” he continues, biting the corner of his lip as he slides his hungry gaze over me. “You love how I touch you.” He flicks a finger over my nipple, drawing a shudder from me. “You definitely love playing hard to get.” I swat his hand away. “Nikolai!” “Call me Niko like you did earlier.” “I did no such thing.”
