“Can’t you skate? You look like a newborn deer on the ice,” he remarked, raking his gaze over my struggling legs. “I’m more a tennis girl,” I ground out. He chuckled. “Of course you are. But a nice serve and country clubs aren’t going to help you now. I fucking warned you, Winter, and you’ve chosen not to listen.” “Because you’re making the wrong choice! I’ll pay you — name your price…I’ll give you anything you want—” “Anything? Be careful with your words, Ice Queen, I’m not the sort of man who takes them lightly, and I’m no gentleman either…” He stepped in and cupped my cheek. “If you offer
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