“It’s not what you’re thinking.” I let out a hollow laugh as I peer down at him. “Really? It seems as though you were being kind to me to gain my trust. Worming your way past my defenses, to do god knows what, either at the bidding of my fiancé or maybe even his father. Hell, maybe for your own vendetta. Either way, I would very much appreciate it if you would take your hand off of me.” He lets me go instantly, and I take a step away from him when he speaks. “I didn’t know who you were at first.”
