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her for. I was going to enjoy this.
    “So, you wanted me to fuck you all those other times.” I waited for a response.
    “Yes.” Her eyes slid away.
    “Look at me. Good. Don’t look away again. You wanted me to fuck you all those other times, didn’t you?”
    “Yes.” She wanted desperately to run, and she either did not dare, or could not fight her own desire. Either way, she was halfway into my bed.
    “And you don’t want me to now?” I kept my voice pleasant and leaned out of the way as the waiter placed two plates of food in front of us. “Thank you.”
    “Will that be all, sir?” The waiter looked at Catriona, his gaze traveling over her curves, and I suppressed the urge to knock him across the room for looking, for enjoying what was mine.
    “That will be all.”
    Even if he didn’t understand the nature of the threat, he knew it was there. He left hurriedly, and Catriona stared after him.
    “You didn’t have to be rude.”
    “He was looking at you.” I met her startled gaze. “That body is for me. No one else.”
    “That’s ridiculous,” she said, but her voice wavered.
    “Is it? In the hallway, you came when I told you that you were mine.” I leaned forward, savoring the sight of the pulse beating wildly at her throat. “I was inside you, Catriona, you couldn’t hide your body’s response to me. And that response is because you know as well as I do that you’re mine.”
    “I am not yours,” she said again. “I should go.”
    “Because you don’t want me to fuck you again?” I asked pleasantly.
    She swallowed. “Yes.”
    “Say it, then.”
    “I don’t want you to fuck me.” The words were quiet. She didn’t want anyone to overhear us.
    “Louder. Look me in the eyes.”
    “I don’t want you to fuck me.” She met my gaze, her jaw set.
    She was perfection. How long had I subsisted with women who gave me everything simply because I asked? Too long. What they wanted had never entered into it from their side, beyond their desire for my money, and I realized with distaste that it had been a joyless few years. I should have seen it then, but it took this beauty in front of me now, breathless with desire and yet refusing me, to show me what I wanted.
    I was shaken to my core. I could have any other woman in this city if I just snapped my fingers. Catriona Wright was nothing—except a threat of a sort I couldn’t put my finger on. And I had built my career on avoiding that kind of threat. The calm, rational part of my brain told me to accept her refusal, stand up, and leave. Instead, I leaned forward.
    “Liar.” My voice was soft, a caress that made her close her eyes and turn her head away. I wanted to drag my fingers down the line of her throat, watch her lips part for me. She was exquisite, and nothing in this world, not whatever sense of propriety was keeping her away and not my own worry about the danger, was going to stop me from having her. “There will be consequences when you lie to me, Catriona.”
    She wavered, and then she shoved her chair back, the screech of it causing a few people to look over from their meals. She walked to the bathroom too quickly, as if she were willing herself not to run, her back ramrod straight and that fiery hair spilling down her back.
    It took me a moment to realize it was not an invitation, and then I wanted to laugh. She was going to run from me. She was going to try to run away? She thought that if she just removed herself from my presence, she could deny her desire and my claim on her? I pushed my own chair back and followed her, adjusting my cuffs, my gaze a challenge to anyone who dared meet my eyes. The other patrons looked away and the waiters fell deferentially out of my path.
    The bathroom was for one occupant only, and she had locked the door. I breathed deeply against the urge to break the door down by force and spoke in a voice I knew would carry.
    “Open the door, Catriona.”
    She said nothing. I could sense her staring at