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him.
    “He’s with me, princess.” Brent
pulled her away from the wall. “We’ll be right up,” he called to Tom.
    “You won’t get away with this!”
    “I already have.”
    Brent should have been prepared for
what happened next. And he would have been, if he’d been more focused on the
matter at hand and not her soft curves. The second Tom closed the door she made
her move, once again catching him unaware. She pushed and pulled against him
until she broke free. His eyes grew round when he lost his balance. He watched
helplessly as Sophie turned and dashed up the stairs as fast as she could.
    He was getting tired of this. “Damn
it!”
    His curse didn’t so much as slow her
down. Brent recovered, and stormed up the steps like a mad bull. Sophie glanced
back at him once and let out a cry. Brent was gaining on her. She stumbled and
lost a shoe, but that didn’t stop her from swinging back around and reaching
for the doorknob. He watched as she struggled with the heavy door, until she
was finally able to open it, before stumbling into the hallway. He reached for
the door before it closed, entering the hallway in time to see Sophie sprint
unladylike toward her apartment.
    Brent knew he had to stop her. If
she managed to get inside and lock him out, no telling what damage she could do
before he got to her. Her groan of frustration echoed in the narrow corridor as
she fumbled with the doorknob, nearly falling inside her apartment and slamming
the door in Brent’s face. Before she could turn the lock, he shoved it open
with such force that she stumbled backwards. She cried out, running further
into the apartment before coming to a halt. The look in her wild eyes revealed
she knew there was nowhere for her to go.
    “Going somewhere, princess? You
forgot your glass slipper.” He held up her dainty heel by the broken strap.
    “Stay away from me!” The glass swan
she snatched off the nearest table was probably expensive, but she tossed it at
him without a care. Her aim was wild, missing Brent by a mile and hitting a
picture on the wall. Both went crashing loudly to the floor. He grinned at the
disbelief in her lovely eyes, and slowly walked toward her.
    She darted away
from the table, grabbing a lamp on the way by. “Security will be here any
minute!” she gasped in a desperate tone.
    “Really?” Brent knew she was lying. “You didn’t have time to make a call, and
I happen to know the apartments at this end of the corridor are empty.” He
continued to pursue her, ducking when she threw the lamp. “I’m not going to
hurt you.” It was the truth. But if she forced him to subdue her, she might get
a little roughed up in the process.
    “I don’t believe you.”
    Brent was just inches away. His gaze
ran over her. She was breathing heavy; her full breasts were satiny smooth over
the top of her gown. He unwillingly recalled what they’d felt like against his
chest. How quickly his body had responded to her. The excitement of the chase
was affecting him in an obvious way.
    Something in his expression must
have frightened her, because alarm washed over her face. She reached down and removed
her other shoe, threw it at him, then turned and headed for the direction of
the kitchen. Brent was right behind her, entering the kitchen just as she
opened up a drawer. She whipped around to face him with a knife in her trembling
hands. The little fool! What did she think she was going to do with that?
    His gaze narrowed on the blade.
Before he could warn her to put it down she seemed to have second thoughts. She
dropped it in exchange for a small, wooden hammer. Without hesitation, she
threw it at him. He quickly raised his hand and caught it in midair, grinning
at the look of disbelief spreading across her lovely face.
    “Why are you doing this? What do you
want?” Not giving Brent time to reply, she twisted around as though to flee.
Only there was no escape for her, unless she decided to go over the countertop,
which