“Leave, Elena.” His voice is a low rumble I feel inside my chest, commanding and sharp as it slices right through me. “I’m not in the mood for company.” I should probably listen and find something else to do. Anything other than indulge the desire pooling in my core. “Your wife is hardly company,” I say, pinching my thigh with two fingers in order to keep my voice from wavering. “And I’m bored.” He sets the tumbler down, raising his head without turning to look at me. “Bored?” “Yeah,” I say, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “You dropped me in this strange place and then have
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