“I think you like me, but you don’t know why. You want me, but you wish you didn’t. You’re used to getting what you want, but part of you likes that you can’t get me.” His other eyebrow rose. “Can’t I?” “No,” Tem said firmly. “Not until you’ve earned me.” His eyes flicked down her body, then back up again. “And you think you’re worth earning?” Tem held his gaze. “You think I’m worth earning.”
