As I went to turn, I heard him lunge, and his fingers wrapped around my wrist. “But I see something much more delectable,” he whispered, pulling me to him roughly. He snaked his arm around my waist and leaned forward to sniff my hair. I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, I use a shampoo with pear extract,” I replied dryly. With his tight grip on me, I knew he was expecting me to scream or flee, which meant this wasn’t the first time he had tried this. But it would be his last.
