“Zoe, I won’t bite.” His breath feathered on her neck.
Oh she knew all too well. He did bite, spank, tie and pleasure his
lover until she dropped. She swallowed past the lump in her throat.
Guilt? Repressed desire? Who knew, but she sure as hell wasn’t about
to give him the satisfaction of leaving her again. No, she’d hold
The rumour held he’d written a song for her
once they split. Love of My
Life. Bull shit. She hadn’t been the love of his life and he
used her if for no other reason than he needed a muse for the song.
The lift jerked and slowed. Zoe watched the buttons on the keypad.
The lights for floors five and six remained lit, but the car chuffed
to a halt.
“Isn’t that a shit? Damn thing got stuck.” Torin pressed the buttons
on the pad. “The phone button doesn’t work, either. Jesus.” He leant
against the wall of the car and faced her. “So.”
Part of her wanted to slink away from him. Another part of her
wanted to run into his arms—except his arms weren’t open to her. The
rest of her chose to stand firm. “What brings you to Cleveland? The
hot weather or the constant road construction? They’re tearing up
I-90 again. The Inner Belt Bridge project has been put on hold so
they can implode a parking garage on Carnegie. The detour has
traffic really goofed up. I hear we’re getting another Casino. Like
we need another place to gamble.”
“People like to try their luck near water.”
“You said you hated the water and the congestion. So why are you