“You think you can handle all of me? I’m a lot of woman.” “Let’s get one thing clear.” He inches closer to tower over me, his eye contact deeply intentional. “You’re my warmup weight, Jill, so watch that pretty little mouth of yours and remember who you’re talking to. We’re made for each other. I’m the only man who will ever be able to handle you the way you deserve to be handled.” His eyes dip lower, trailing down my body like a caress. “All of you.”
